NTR'D Chiaki didn't think much of it when her swimsuit came off in front of makoto, so she certainly wasn't expecting him to pop a huge boner and take her then and there and leave her forgetting all about hajime
She really hadn't been worried when she was heading towards the school's bathhouse. There weren't any concerns when she changed into her swimsuit, it was a little tighter than she expected, but given she was going to be alone in a hot-tub that wouldn't be a problem. Chiaki wasn't even concerned when she entered the bathhouse and saw her underclassman soaking like she planned too. It was a bit strange, and he flushed a bit seeing her but he didn't object when she asked him if she could join him.
It wasn't difficult to notice that Makoto was staring at her, but she didn't really mind. He wasn't leering overtly, and he always looked away before too long, blushing cutely when he did. Another point in his defense was that she stared at him too, he was surprisingly well built, something she'd never noticed given his usual attire. Something about seeing his bare chest and forming muscles was appealing, and she probably shouldn't have been looking. She had Hajime, and staring at another man wasn't something that people were supposed to do.
She would look away anytime his gaze moved towards her own, and much like he did would feel the heat in her cheeks when she did. It was fine though, they were just two teenagers in a hot-tub, this was all normal.
Everything would be fine, she thought.
Then she made the mistake of turning too quickly to avoid staring at him again. Her already tight swimsuit proved to not be as alright for her to wear as she thought it was. The band that held her straining swimsuit together snapped against the force of holding her bountiful breasts together. Immediate mortification flooded into her system and she shrieked with energy she didn't normally possess. Her hands shot out to protect her modesty, even if she was sure Makoto would have been respectful enough to look away.
While it was embarrassing, she knew the lucky student wasn't going to be anything to worry about. He wasn't likely to say anything to embarrass her, nor would he talk about seeing her upper half without any clothing to Hajime.
She'd wrenched her eyes closed as the flames of shame rushed to her cheeks, so she really couldn't tell what he was doing. The gamer did hear the sound of water sloshing around as he moved and she assumed he was getting out of the hot-tub. If she knew her fellow class representative, he was probably getting up and turning around to avoid looking at her. At least that was what she had been thinking he was doing, and she was very very wrong.
A slab of heat landed on her face, and she couldn't help the way she immediately breathed in the musky scent of whatever it was. For just a moment she forgot her predicament as she took another deep breath of the heavenly masculine scent she was unfamiliar with. Another deep whiff and her eyes drifted open to see something she didn't expect.
Her eyes nearly crossed at the monolithic cock that the lucky student had slapped onto her face. She hated that she immediately recognized how huge it was, she didn't even know they could be that big, Hajime's certainly wasn't. The next thing she noticed, other than that disgustingly arousing musk, was the way Makoto's normally kind face looked.
Where he'd once looked away with a blush at seeing her with her swimsuit on, his lips were drawn in a tight line and his eyes were filled with an animalistic lust. For some reason the way his eyes roamed over her form had her hands slipping away from covering her breasts and made her heartbeat ring in her ears. He smiled darkly as she moved, one of his hands gripping his cock and once more dropping it along her face.
Instantly she inhaled more of his musk and knew the wet feeling along her legs wasn't from the hot-tub. A small moan slipped past her lips from his scent, the heat radiating on her face, and her hands fully slipped to her sides. The molten heat in his gaze had her arching her back, presenting her massive chest for him to leer at. She smiled when his eyes dipped down and his shaft twitched against her nose.
Not a moment later, her mind kicked back in. This was wrong, she had Hajime, she shouldn't be doing this, letting anybody, even this stud look at her like-
"Oh~" The moan escaped her the moment she felt a third slap of his dick against her face, and her thoughts scattered again.
"Is this okay?" His voice may have rumbled, but she knew the question was genuine, allowing her a chance to get out.
"Yesh~" The word was delivered as she placed a kiss to the part of his shaft directly above her mouth, unable to think of whatever it was that had told her this was wrong.
She wasn't exactly sure what happened after that, well not how it happened. Just that she ended up twisted around with her hands clutching the end up the hot-tub as he stuffed her full of his fat cock. The lucky student's hands mauled her oversized tits, the things that had led him to be as turned on as he was.
Her moans spilled out to the heavens as he pounded away at her, every inch of his veiny dick splitting her apart. Every thrust made her head go fuzzy and it was a struggle to even babble yet alone voice a coherent thought. All she could do was cry out in pleasure as he broke her cunt in, doing so in ways Hajime never could have. Makoto just filled her so well, he went so deep that it was hard to consider the experience she'd had with her boyfriend to even be sex.
The stud ploughing her was just so much better, he drew moans from her lips with every movement, and her fat tits swayed with every thrust. Even his hands couldn't contain them, but she didn't complain when he toyed with her body like it was made for his pleasure.
"I'm gonna...oh I think..." She couldn't form the words as he drove her delirious, his invading dick cracking the parts of her mind that kept comparing her experience before to this.
"Cum for me, Chiaki!" His words were husky, more like a snarl as he spoke them almost directly into her ear.
Her eyes crossed from the dominant tone, and the brutal pace he was moving at only pushed her further towards the edge. When she came, she screamed louder than she'd ever known she could. It was amazing, heavenly, it was so perfect, the best feeling she'd ever experienced and so many other ways to describe it.
"You're such a slut." Her entire body shivered as she heard Makoto's voice, and he hadn't stopped fucking her disgustingly lewd body either.
"No...I'm naht...I'm...not...I think?" Words were a struggle, because her body and mind, fresh off the high of experiencing the sensation of a real orgasm, could barely string together a thought.
"Yes you are, you kept looking at me before all this, and then one look at my dick and you let me sleep with you."
"Not a slut...just...keep fucking me~" Her words and thoughts were like a haze, a pink fog in her brain that delighted each time his cock pressed against her innermost depths.
She didn't really even know what he was talking about, she just wanted more, but some part of her resisted the notion of being a slut.
"Not a slut, but you still want more. What about Hajime?" The words weren't said with any cruelty, just the same hunger that matched his brutal thrusting.
"Wh...who?" She struggled to put a face to the name, and any time it felt like her mind might come close to remembering, a deep thrust made her think of the man railing her.
"Your boyfriend?" It still didn't ring a bell to her mind, she just wanted more of his mind-melting dick.
"Who cares, just keep fucking me! Please!" Her voice sounded pathetic, between broken moans as she begged for more, throwing away whoever it was he was trying to remind her of.
"And you say you aren't a slut?" He twisted her around to face him in time with her words, the edge of the hot-tub digging into her back.
Her lust-filled eyes met the heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes, and she moaned like a bitch in heat. Just looking at the stud ruining her body was enough to make her body feel like she could cum again. Perhaps she'd been fighting the wrong battle, or perhaps she was just stupid enough to think she could fight his argument in general.
When his lips pressed against hers, it felt like pure bliss and her body lit up in bliss. Her walls clenched around him as another rapturous orgasm tore through her. Her eyes crossed and she moaned happily, the sound being swallowed by his lips. She was right, she shouldn't have been fighting a battle at all, she was so stupid, just a stupid slut.
The moment he pulled his lips away from hers, he found her with hearts in her eyes as she locked her legs around his waist. She pulled him deeper into her, not allowing him any chance to escape, not that he would have.
"Fuck me harder, cum for me!"
"Cum for your slut, please~"
The slutty begging mixed with her tongue starting to loll out her mouth was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust even more forcefully, his own grunts and groans of pleasure filling the room. They were matched by broken moans and squeals of pleasure. Her gripped her waist tightly, slapping her ass and leaving her feeling ever the slutty bitch she truly was.
"I'm going to cum, Chiaki!" The words were a warning, but she didn't want to heed it.
"Cum inside me! Mark me as a slut, your slut, claim me as yours please please please!" Her frantic begging, with her voice reaching a pitch she didn't know pleasure could induce in her, was the final straw.
With one particularly deep thrust, and a primal roar, he began to cum. She returned the action, experiencing her third orgasm from him, to match his first, her walls trying to coax out his cum. His cock shot out every ounce of his seed, first painting her womb white. She could practically feel him knocking her up and she moaned like a wanton whore at the feeling. Soon her womb was packed full but his load wasn't finished, leaving him to slowly pull himself out despite her whines of protest.
He fired and fired still, his seed leaking out of her overfilled cunt, and by the time he'd freed himself from her velvety walls he was painting her stomach. Ropes of his cum shot onto her oversized chest, and she moaned deliriously at the heat along her titties. His load finally petered out, after painting every inch of her perfect breasts in his cum.
Slowly she raised a shaky hand to her breasts, scooping some of his cum onto her fingers. She raised the hands to her lips, and cleaned them off, moaning like a whore at the wondrous taste. Suddenly she had an idea spawned from one of her more risque games. She took more of his cum between her fingers, raising them up and splitting them into a V shape.
With her blissed out look, the strands of semen split between her fingers she only had one more thing to add for her man. She let her tongue roll out of her mouth, and stared up at him. Chiaki was the perfect example of a sloppy whore, with his cum staining her hands and the rest of her body, begging for more. His gaze roamed over her, his cock twitching angrily and she whined needily for it.
"I wish I could take a picture, but I don't think your boyfriend would appreciate that." She giggled vapidly, not breaking her pose, confused as to what he was talking about.
"But like, you're my boyfriend, and I'm your slut...I think?" To her rewired mind, the words made sense, a slut like her only belonged to a perfect stud like him.
"I am now~" The words were delivered with a lust-fueled smile, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his still hard cock.
As he slapped his pillar of masculinity, coated in both of their fluids, between her tits, she did what a dutiful girlfriend would. She began to use her oversized melons to clean off his cock, eager to get another round in with her stud.
It would be sad for Hajime, when he discovered the ultimate gamer had a new boyfriend, but she wouldn't feel a thing. As far she could remember, her brown-haired boyfriend was Makoto Naegi. No limp-dicked loser would ever match up to her stud, they'd never be able to fuck her like the slut she was.
If Hajime ever got another girlfriend, he'd just have to be careful not to let them wear a swimsuit around Makoto.
Or Maybe Chiaki would just have to show them why her boyfriend was so much better~
