Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: The Game Continued
These days I draw with just a mechanical pencil since I don’t have a pen tablet
The other day, we had a class on information literacy.
According to the teacher, the ability to discern which information can be trusted from an overwhelming flood of data is crucial.
Indeed, the internet is rife with lies and misinformation here and there.
This is the result of anonymity allowing anyone to easily disseminate information online.
In this era, the ability to filter information is indispensable—that’s no exaggeration.
Of course, this skill isn’t just necessary online—it applies to the real world too.
I don’t know which has more lies, but deception is rampant in reality as well.
Even the teacher, who explained everything so matter-of-factly, might have unknowingly spread false information.
There are even clever lies that go completely unnoticed.
Classmates who seemed barely attentive might actually be falling for those lies.
Only a handful of people realize the truth.
And these lies aren’t harmful on a large scale—they’re harmless if you don’t notice them.
But once you do, you become prey to their venomous fangs.
And today, yet again, one such prey—a girl—was being tormented.
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“Ah, aah, stop… it…”
“Not like I can take that seriously when your dick’s rock hard.”
Morning, when the school was bustling with arriving students.
This was happening in a dusty classroom of the old school building.
Kamishiro crouched before Akane, who stood against the wall, toying with her cock.
In her hand was a paintbrush slick with lotion.
Each stroke along the underside made her cock twitch and her hips tremble.
“If you don’t like it, try making this hard-on go down.”
Despite her words, the faster she moved the brush, the more Akane’s erection refused to subside. If anything, it grew thicker and stiffer.
Precum spilled generously from the tip, mixing with the lotion to make the brush glide even smoother.
“Heh, totally useless. Pathetic, Orita-san.”
Kamishiro shrugged, though her eyes held no amusement.
Was she tormenting Akane despite not enjoying it?
As Akane’s limit approached, her cock swelled even more.
“Gonna cum? Gonna make a mess?”
Kamishiro looked up at her with an innocent, childlike expression—a stark contrast to what she was doing, which only excited Akane further.
“Kamishiro… I can’t… take it…”
At Akane’s tearful voice, Kamishiro smiled sweetly.
“Yeah, I figured you couldn’t!”
Click.
Suddenly, her hand stopped, and something was fastened around her penis.
Desperate for release, Akane tried to touch herself, but the metal covering prevented it.
A chastity cage—this time, one that fits even when erect.
“There. Hold out until lunch. Don’t think you’ll get off that easy. I’m keeping your panties, so just wear your skirt.”
With that, Kamishiro pocketed Akane’s panties and stood up.
“…Kamishiro.”
“Blushing and horny—how pathetic, Orita-san. I won’t touch your pussy, so have fun with that. Oh, homeroom’s starting. Let’s go?”
After pulling up her skirt, Akane was led out of the old building.
To Kamishiro, Akane wasn’t a lover or a friend—just a toy.
While Akane adjusted her disheveled clothes, Kamishiro watched with a sadistic smile.
It was embarrassing, humiliating—but with her weakness exposed, she couldn’t resist.
Right now, having her spirit broken scared Akane far more than her body being toyed with.
(I have to endure… until Kamishiro gets bored!)
Droplets of precum dripped onto the floor as Akane steeled herself.
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“Morning, everyone~!”
When Kamishiro entered the classroom with a cheerful greeting, all eyes turned to them.
Not that anyone looked at Kamishiro with disdain—she was popular.
Akane had no friends, so she didn’t know what others thought of her. At best, they probably just assumed she happened to arrive with Kamishiro.
“Morning, Kamishiro!”
“You’re lively as always.”
“So cute—you looking for a boyfriend?”
Everyone greeted Kamishiro warmly, and she responded with a bright smile.
Did their classmates see her as a cheerful, genuine beauty?
No one knew the truth—that she was a sadist who blackmailed people and played with their genitals.
A story like this would sound too absurd for anyone to believe.
“Your dick juice is dripping.”
“!?”
As she walked away, Kamishiro whispered in Akane’s ear.
Her ears burned, and she frantically looked down—only to realize she’d been tricked.
“Hehe, so cu~ute♪”
Even a tasteless joke sounded forgivable when delivered with an angelic smile.
Not that Akane had a choice—she was just a plaything.
Then, the bell rang.
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Once class started, the earlier noise died down, leaving only the teacher’s voice and the sound of chalk on the board.
But today was different.
Amid those sounds, a ragged breath escaped quietly.
“…Hah, nghh…”
The source, of course, was Akane.
The lotion must have contained some kind of aphrodisiac, because her cock hadn’t stopped throbbing since class began.
(It’s so hot… I want to touch it…)
No matter how much she tried rubbing over her skirt, the chastity cage did its job.
But today was different.
Her female parts were left untouched.
The lack of panties was problematic, but compared to her frustration, it was trivial.
(No one’s looking… right?)
Akane slightly spread her legs and slipped a mechanical pencil under her skirt.
The hard end soon pressed against her wet folds.
Having her penis toyed with all morning had left her dripping.
She rarely pleasured herself this way, so she wasn’t sure what felt good—but she could guess.
“…Hih!”
The moment the pencil touched her clit, a moan escaped.
It felt better than expected, and without checking her surroundings, she started moving the pencil.
If she stood up now, there’d surely be a stain on the back of her skirt.
Then she’d be laughed at, scorned, and toyed with by the whole class.
(Ah… I’m a pervert masturbating in front of everyone.)
She’d never do this normally, but the aphrodisiac, denial, and cage drove her to it.
The shame only fueled her arousal, making her wetter.
Rubbing, pressing, teasing…
Just a little more, and she’d reach the edge—
“Orita-san, are you okay?”
A voice from the girl beside her made Akane freeze.
The girl—Kariya Kyouko—looked at her with concern.
She didn’t seem to have noticed, but panic surged through Akane, bringing a cold sweat.
She forced calm into her voice.
“Ah, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Kariya-san.”
“Eh!? Oh… okay. Good.”
Kariya Kyouko—a cute girl with short hair who suited the style well.
The type who worried about others more than herself, kind even to friendless loners like Akane.
“You seemed unwell, but if it gets worse, let me know?”
“…Yeah, I will.”
For some reason, Kariya acted shy only around Akane, but Akane assumed it was just fear of her rough demeanor.
The guilt of being pleasured while someone worried about her ate at Akane.
(What the hell is wrong with me…?)
For the rest of class, she berated herself while enduring the throbbing between her legs.
The thought of what would’ve happened if she’d cum made her heart race.
When she stood to go to the bathroom, she spotted Kamishiro and Yukine approaching.
She knew what that meant.
She tried to flee, but they cornered her instantly.
Being sandwiched between two popular girls might seem enviable—but not when they were both sadists.
“Hey, Orita-san, you tried to run, didn’t you?”
The whisper in her ear sent shivers down her spine.
“N-no, I didn’t.”
“Naughty. I’ll keep tormenting you until I get bored.”
Strangely, her heart pounded.
Akane herself didn’t understand why she was feeling so exhilarated now, yet her heart continued pounding loudly.
(Maybe I’m actually wanting to be bullied…?)
No, that couldn’t be.
She was just being blackmailed—nothing more than that.
If she started desiring it herself, she’d be no different from Kamishiro—just another pervert.
(I’m not like that… I’m not like that…)
Squelch
“Eek!?”
Something hard pressed against Akane’s clitoris as she was lost in thought.
The culprit was undoubtedly Kamishiro. See, even now she was smirking while slipping her hand under her skirt.
“…Stop it, there are people around…”
“Okay~”
Obediently, Kamishiro withdrew her hand from her skirt.
The morning had been rough, but this was fine now.
She’d had enough of doing things in the classroom.
“But~…”
With a disappointed look, Kamishiro showed Akane what had been in her hand under her skirt.
“Huh?”
It was a mechanical pencil.
Akane’s eyes widened, unable to even blink.
Meanwhile, Kamishiro smirked and whispered to her in a low voice.
“You’ve got to finish what you started earlier, right?”
And immediately, her hand—still holding the pencil—slid back under her skirt.
Her fingers expertly found her clitoris and began rubbing the pencil against it in circles.
Since she’d already been touching herself during class, her clit was soaked in arousal.
The pencil’s tip glided smoothly, resuming the pleasure it had given her earlier.
“Ngh…! Hahhn…”
That one remark.
It meant Kamishiro had known about her masturbating during class.
No—maybe she’d only put the chastity cage on her cock specifically to make her do this.
If so, she’d been dancing perfectly in the palm of his hand.
She wanted to regret her carelessness, but Akane was too stunned to even feel anger.
“You’re moaning too much. Want everyone to find out? Should I tell them how you were fingering yourself in class?”
“Please… ngh… don’t… tell…”
“I said stop moaning. Can’t even follow orders? What a useless slave.”
Setting aside her own carelessness, Akane’s body was already at its limit.
Despite telling her not to moan, Kamishiro didn’t stop toying with her clit, leaving her thighs drenched in slick arousal.
Yet even that unfairness only served to excite Akane further.
Unbeknownst to her, submissive girls were Kamishiro’s favorite—and Akane was the perfect candidate.
Nurturing that submissiveness was part of the fun for her. Everything had been orchestrated.
“Such lewd, wet sounds~. Kariya-san’s gonna notice, you know? Come on, stop dripping.”
“Th-that’s impossible!” Of course it was.
“Not listening to me? Then no lunchtime release for you.”
“No way…”
“Then do your best. Yukine, your turn.”
At Kamishiro’s words, Yukine—who had been quiet until now—suddenly moved, groping Akane’s ass over her skirt.
“Hey, stop!”
Ignoring her protests, she kneaded her ass like a baker working dough.
With each deep press of her fingers, heat surged through both her sex and her ass, the pleasure building and cornering her further.
“You say ‘stop,’ but you’re dripping and twitching even more. You like this, don’t you? Hmm?”
No way.
Akane screamed internally, unsure why this was happening now.
Yes, she was wet. Yes, she was feeling it. But there was no way she enjoyed being bullied for her futanari body.
She wouldn’t tolerate this cruelty.
In that moment, forgetting she was being blackmailed, Akane acted on impulse.
“Hey… what’s with these hands?”
Kamishiro’s voice was so cold it made her flinch, but she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong.
Akane’s hands had grabbed Kamishiro’s wrist (The one teasing her clit) and Yukine’s wrist (The one groping her ass).
Sensing the shift in her demeanor, both girls froze.
“You were moaning just fine earlier. What’s wrong?”
“Just… leave me alone. This isn’t right.”
“Huh?”
Kamishiro’s eyebrow twitched.
This version of her was different—neither her usual self nor the sadist who tormented her. Beneath his calm look, she sensed something like simmering anger.
Akane couldn’t help but shrink under that contrast, sweat beading on her forehead as her legs trembled.
“…Fine, whatever.”
“Huh?”
She’d expected retaliation, but Kamishiro’s reaction defied her expectations.
Her energy drained away, the sadistic spark from earlier vanishing like it had never existed.
“You didn’t like me doing lewd things to you?”
Her gaze was as pitiful as an abandoned puppy’s, but Akane’s stance didn’t waver.
“Yeah.”
“…”
She felt a little guilty seeing her so dejected, but she had to stand her ground—this was wrong.
If only this meant the bullying would end…
“A slave like you has no right to tell me what to do.”
“…Huh?”
Reality wasn’t so kind.
Before Akane could react, Kamishiro pinched her slick clit hard—as if retaliating.
“Kyaaaaaaahhh!!”
Her body convulsed violently, hurling her straight into climax.
Her resistance meant nothing. She came helplessly.
The mix of pain and pleasure left her unable to stand, collapsing into her chair.
(Wh-why…!?)
Now it was Akane’s turn to stare at Kamishiro with puppy-dog eyes.
She spoke coldly down at her.
“Normal girls don’t cum from having their clit pinched. You really are a pervert, huh? A perverted dick-slave like you shouldn’t defy me. Want me to expose your futanari secret?”
“I… uh…” Akane had no rebuttal.
“Tch, you killed the mood. As punishment, no more handjobs today. And I’m keeping the chastity cage on. …Reflect on your disobedience like this until tomorrow.”
With that, Kamishiro and Yukine left her behind.
Strangely, despite how obscene their acts had been, no one seemed to notice.
Feeling oddly like she had done something wrong, Akane was startled when someone tapped her shoulder.
“Orita-san, I didn’t know you were so close with Kamishiro-san.”
“Kariya… san.”
Kariya stood there innocently, holding a textbook—likely having just returned from the hallway lockers.
Too distracted to notice earlier, Akane realized Kariya hadn’t witnessed the indecent “game” between her and Kamishiro.
“Kamishiro-san’s so cute and kind. I wish I could be like her…”
(No, Kariya-san… you’re wrong.)
She’s lying to everyone.
Her true nature is that of a demon wearing the skin of a pet.
But almost no one knows—no one suspects.
Without the right opportunity, they never will.
A princess’s indulgence, toying with, mocking, and hurting others.
Morality and justice have no place here—only her whims.
Akane had become a sacrifice to Kamishiro’s pleasure.
A sense of danger warned her this would only escalate, yet the “game” continued.