Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 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.

She couldn’t just leave her fully erect penis alone—so she tried reaching under her skirt to touch it.

“No way, Akane-san.”

Chihiro grabbed Akane’s hand before it could reach its destination.

Her grip was surprisingly strong—Akane couldn’t get her hand close enough to touch herself.

“Why…?!”

“Akane-san… you said ‘not today,’ didn’t you? You have to take responsibility for your words.”

Akane didn’t have the energy to argue—she pulled her hand back as Chihiro commanded.
Her penis remained painfully hard—and if Chihiro moved away now, there was a high chance her classmates would notice.

But if she tried to secretly relieve herself, Chihiro would stop her again.
Thinking about it rationally… Masturbating in class was nothing but a risk.

All Akane could do now was squirm under the frustration of being teased.

“Ugh…”

Her penis burned with heat inside her underwear—showing no signs of softening.
Her focus drifted from her notes as she shifted her hips slightly—trying to give herself even a little stimulation.

With each movement, her panties dug into her flesh—gently pressing against the tip of her penis.

(This feels good… but not enough to cum.)

“Huh? Akane-san… are you feeling okay?”

Chihiro spoke loudly enough for those nearby to hear.

Naturally, the students around them turned their attention toward Akane.

Her cheeks flushed with shame as she shook her head desperately.

For some reason, Chihiro was also breathing heavily—staring at Akane with that same mischievous smirk as always.

…

The self-study period was nearly over—only a few minutes left.

The chaos of the classroom hadn’t eased, and everyone was either chatting or lost in their own studies.

A faint, sensual aroma lingered in the air like a whisper of temptation.

Yet strangely, no one noticed it.

“Akane-san, you look so miserable~”

Chihiro leaned against her desk, smirking as she spoke to Akane.
Akane clenched her teeth, unable to do anything but glare at Chihiro.

It was true—she was miserable. Her pants were soaked with her juices and pre-cum, staining her skirt as well.

“Even your rebellious face is cute, isn’t it~? Snowy!”

Chihiro turned to Yukine, who sat across from them, and gave her a sly grin.

Yukine said nothing, her eyes still fixed on Chihiro as if waiting for something.
Chihiro took that as an invitation and placed her hand on Akane’s knee.

“Nn…?”

“…What?”

“Let me make it easier for you?”

Chihiro tilted her head playfully, her voice dripping with mockery.

Akane’s eyes widened as she stared at Chihiro—right now, Chihiro’s hand felt like a Buddhist hand offering salvation in a living hell.

“…Want me to?”

“…”

Akane didn’t answer.

Chihiro pressed her fingers together, forming a circle, and gave her a teasing wink.
Akane’s patience snapped—her body gave in with a soft snap.

“…Yes.”

“…”

Chihiro smiled knowingly, as if she’d been waiting for this all along.

Her hand slid from Akane’s knee up her thigh, lingering just a moment before stopping.
A hint of pleasure prickled Akane’s nerves.

But Chihiro’s touch was deliberate—her fingers pressed against Akane’s thigh, refusing to move further.

“…Let me plead~”

“…Eh?”

“Do you understand? Pleading. You’re supposed to ask your master for nice things, right?”
Chihiro’s words dripped with condescension.

Akane remembered how she’d been forced into this in the gym storage room before.
If she let herself cum now, she could avoid embarrassing herself in front of her classmates.

But if she masturbated in class, there was a chance her classmates would catch her in the act.

Still, Akane couldn’t resist the temptation—she surrendered to the pleasure, her body trembling as she whispered:

“…M-ma…ster~…”

“Hey!” Chihiro chirped with a grin, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Please make Akane-san’s messy little penis feel good with your master’s hands…”

It was a whisper meant only for Chihiro—so faint it seemed to vanish into the air.
This was Akane’s fourth time pleading, but she still felt utterly inexperienced.

It was a form of humiliation in the middle of a classroom full of classmates.

Yet, as she realized she was being played into Chihiro’s trap, something about it oddly excited her.

“Ah, right~”

Chihiro murmured, then shot a glance at Yukine.
Yukine nodded shyly, then roughly grabbed Akane’s hair and pulled her close.

“Nm… nmuu!”

Akane’s lips were suddenly sealed.

She opened her eyes instinctively—only to see Yukine’s face directly in front of hers, her lips firmly pressed against Akane’s.

A soft shun echoed in her ears.

Yukine’s lips had covered Akane’s—her tongue pressing against Akane’s front teeth.
Akane felt her body go limp, unable to resist the invasion.

A warm, slick sensation wrapped around her tongue as Yukine’s lips moved against hers.

(I was going to save my first kiss for someone I like…)

But even more than anger or sorrow, the pleasure from her own body was overwhelming Akane’s emotions.

Chihiro took advantage of this, whispering taunts as if to push her further.

“Hey, Akane-san… you’re a girl with a penis, and you said ‘not today’ earlier, yet now you’re making your penis twitch and shiver under my hand. You’re such a contradictory little creature, aren’t you?”

“Nm… nmuu…”

Akane tried to argue but found her mouth sealed shut. She couldn’t even fight back.
Chihiro continued her verbal assault without mercy.

“You’re excited to jerk off in front of your classmates, aren’t you? Or are you excited because your first kiss was stolen like a rape? You’re such a perverted woman, Akane-san… a fucking perverted slave with a penis!”

Akane’s hand suddenly dropped, and before she could react, Chihiro firmly gripped her thigh and began vigorously stroking her penis through her skirt.

The verbal teasing and physical stimulation combined, sending Akane straight into climax.

“Are you about to cum? Cumming in front of everyone in the classroom? Fine, you perverted woman! Cum! Cum!”

“MUH… n… ah… AAA!”

As Akane was freed from Yukine’s lips, she let out a small whimper—just as the bell rang.
Chihiro felt the pulsating rhythm of Akane’s penis under her hand, still throbbing from the handjob and kiss.

It seemed Akane had reached her peak from the combination of the handjob and the kiss. She was slumped in her chair, utterly defeated.

Even though Chihiro glanced around, no one had noticed the three of them engaging in their perverted activities.

“Alright, that’s today’s fun. Let’s do it again soon, Akane-san.”

“Ha… ha… hi…”

Chihiro looked down at Akane, whose words were all jumbled, and left the scene.

After wiping the cum from her pants and skirt, Akane spent the rest of the day obsessing over the stain on her skirt—her body too numb to focus on anything else.