The Melancholy Of An Futanari

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Chapter 6.1: Playing In The Classroom

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Author’s Note: The detective drama “Keizoku” is really interesting. That lingering sense of unease it leaves is part of its charm, isn’t it?”

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The first period that day was self-study because the assigned teacher was away on a business trip.

The supervising teacher had also retreated to the staff room at some point, leaving the classroom in chaos.

Since Akane didn’t have any friends, she silently worked on the assignments she’d been given.

Her rough demeanor often made people think she wasn’t good at studying, but she was fundamentally serious and never slacked off on her daily efforts—her grades were consistently near the top.

A student’s primary duty is to study. But in this noisy environment, even Akane couldn’t help feeling lonely.

(…Everyone seems so happy.)

Just as she thought that, a voice suddenly called out to her from behind.

“Akane-sa~n!”

Turning around at the cute voice, Akane saw Chihiro standing there with a big smile on her face.

She could handle other girls just fine, but with Chihiro alone, she couldn’t hide her wariness.
After all, Chihiro was the one who knew Akane’s secret and had used it to humiliate her.

Who knew what she might do today?

“…What?”

“You left early yesterday, so I thought I’d lend you my notes.”

(That’s because of you…)

Yesterday, Chihiro had forced Akane into a public exposure game, leaving her to be continuously brought to climax by some stranger until she couldn’t stand or even think straight—forcing her to leave school early.

Remembering that made Akane angry.

While the notes would have been helpful, given who was offering them…

“No thanks.”

When Akane rejected her, Chihiro looked like she’d been shocked, tears welling up in her eyes.

It wasn’t surprising that Chihiro was popular—when she acted normally, she was genuinely cute.

Her big eyes, glossy black long hair, and slightly small but still undeniably feminine figure gave her plenty of charm.

That is, if you ignored what she’d done yesterday and the day before.

“I want to get along with you, Akane-san. Is that wrong?”

“…”

Akane couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat at the upward glance and innocent question.

With a face that cute, anyone—man or woman—would fall for her in an instant.
Too bad her true nature was that of a sadistic, perverted demon.

“I said I don’t need them…”

“Clunk”

Chihiro casually placed her phone on Akane’s desk.

On the screen was an image of Akane’s secret—the one she’d been shown in the gym storage room.

Akane quickly covered the phone with her body to hide it.

Chihiro feigned innocence as she leaned in close to whisper in Akane’s ear so no one else could hear.

“Don’t talk back to your mistress.”

Her voice was cold—completely devoid of the cuteness from moments ago.
Even though the command was unreasonable, Akane felt a shiver run through her.

“…Then…I’ll take the notes…please.”

“Yay! Hey Yukine~! Akane-san says it’s okay!”

When Akane looked up again, Chihiro’s face had returned to its usual popular-girl charm.
From across the room, Yukine came over with the notes and handouts.

Akane had succumbed to silent coercion once again.
What would she be forced to do today?

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“How’s it going? Making progress?”

Slender, delicate fingers slipped under Akane’s skirt and began caressing her thighs.

Seated next to Akane by the window, Chihiro leaned in close while Yukine sat across from them.

Akane silently continued copying the notes.
Annoyed by the lack of response, Chihiro pinched Akane’s thigh.

“Ah!” Akane couldn’t help but let out a sound.

“At least respond.”

“A-ah… yes…”

An angry Chihiro was terrifying.

Even with her martial arts training, Akane couldn’t help but shrink under the icy glare in Chihiro’s eyes.

Satisfied with Akane’s reaction, Chihiro slid her hand further up Akane’s inner thigh until it was pressed firmly against her groin—then began vibrating it.

“Heehee… does that feel good?”

“…It doesn’t feel good at all.”

Even as she said that, a small wet spot and unnatural bulge had formed in Akane’s panties.

“Then… Do you want it to feel good?”

Chihiro’s vibrating hand left Akane’s thigh and gently grasped the bulge in her panties.
Akane’s breathing was already ragged, and she blushed as she glanced around nervously.

“…Not today.”

“…Hmm.”

Only after saying it did Akane realize what she’d implied: “Not today.” It sounded like she was saying she’d ask for it tomorrow.

(It should be unpleasant…)

When Akane glanced at Chihiro beside her, she saw that Chihiro had seemingly seen right through her thoughts—wearing that same mischievous smirk as always.

Those large, all-seeing black eyes made Akane’s heart skip.

“Well then… here!”

Without warning, Chihiro’s hand gripping Akane’s penis through her panties moved.

“Hyaah!”

She gave it a few gentle strokes before letting go abruptly.

Chihiro’s hand slipped out from under Akane’s skirt.

It was just a brief, gentle touch—but Akane’s penis immediately swelled up, lifting her underwear.

Once it got like this, Akane’s penis wouldn’t go down until she ejaculated.

“Since it’s sweet little Akane-san asking so nicely… I’ll grant your wish~”

“…Ugh…”

Akane gripped her pen tighter unconsciously.

The throbbing in her lower half made it impossible to focus on her work.