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The first thing anyone felt was cold floor against their cheek.
One by one they sat up. Hundreds of them. Familiar faces mixed with complete strangers, all dumped into a single enormous gymnasium. Uniforms still on. No restraints. No injuries. Just the sudden shared silence of people who had no idea how they got here.
Makoto pushed himself up first. Hajime was already standing. Shuichi stayed quiet, eyes moving. Sara kept Kanna close. Eloise sat heavily, one hand on her stomach. Hiruko was on her feet in a single smooth motion. V’ehxness looked bored already. Miu’s voice cut through the quiet.
“What the hell is this place?”
No one answered her.
The lights slammed on full. Every wall of the gym lit up with the same massive screen.
LUST GAME Global Viewers: 0 Popularity Ranking: EMPTY Status: Awaiting First Performance
Monokuma dropped from the ceiling and landed in the center of the gym with a little bounce. His red eye swept the crowd.
“Rise and shine, meat. You are all contestants now. This complex is sealed. The cameras are already live. The only way anything changes for you is by climbing that ranking board. Put on a show the viewers want to watch. Get popular and you unlock better rooms, better toys, real power. Stay at the bottom long enough and your body becomes free use until the numbers go up. That is the entire game.”
A low murmur moved through the crowd. Some looked angry. Some looked confused. A few already looked interested.
Junko took one slow step forward, hips loose, and smiled at the nearest camera like she was greeting someone she had missed.
“Empty board. Live cameras. Whole world watching.” She tilted her head. “Someone has to go first.”
Monokuma spun in a slow circle, red eye bright, voice carrying easily across the silent gym.
“Listen carefully because I am only explaining this once. This is the Lust Game. Every camera in this complex is live and the entire world can watch. You climb the ranking by giving them something worth watching. Sex. Heat. Noise. Desperation. The more the viewers like what you do, the more points you earn. Points fill the board. The higher your name sits, the more perks you unlock.”
He held up one clawed paw and began ticking rules off like a cheerful teacher.
“Top ranks get private rooms, better food, first pick of the toy vault, and the right to claim anyone beneath them for a performance. Drop into the bottom ranks and stay there too long and your body becomes free use. Anyone above you on the board can take you, use you, and stream it until your numbers climb again. That is not a punishment. That is content.”
A few people shifted. Someone in the back muttered something under their breath. Monokuma ignored it.
“There is no time limit. There is no mercy vote. The only way out of this complex is to become popular enough that the audience declares a winner. Until then the stream stays on and the board keeps score. The ranking starts empty. First performance fills it. Viewer tips and live reactions decide the value of every act. Make them want more and you rise. Bore them and you sink.”
He dropped his paws and the smile in his voice turned sharper.
“That is the entire game. Now someone start the show.”
Silence stretched across the gym again. Hundreds of faces stared at the still-blank ranking screen. The soft electronic hum of live feeds was the only sound.
Junko rocked back on her heels, still smiling at the nearest camera.
“You heard him. Empty board. Live audience. Someone has to go first.”
Hiyoko’s voice cut through the silence like a slap.
“This is disgusting. Are you all seriously listening to this gross little bear? Sex on camera for points? You’re all perverts. I’m not doing any of that. It’s nasty and stupid and I hate it.”
She folded her arms tight, face scrunched up, looking around like she expected everyone else to agree immediately.
A few people shifted uncomfortably. Someone muttered agreement. Most just kept staring at the still-blank ranking board.
Then Kizuna moved.
The cheerleader from the other group stepped out of the crowd with an easy, confident sway, light fuchsia pigtails bouncing, the cropped top of her uniform already looking a size too small for what it was holding. She walked straight toward the nearest camera mounted high on the wall, stopped right under it, and tilted her head up with a bright little smile.
“Hey. Testing.”
She hooked her fingers under the hem of her top and peeled it up in one smooth motion, freeing a heavy pair of tits that bounced once before settling. Soft, full, clearly S-tier even without anyone saying the word. The golden star on her cheek caught the light as she arched her back a little, presenting them straight to the lens.
“Is this what you want?” she asked the camera, voice playful and loud enough for the whole gym to hear. “Just checking if the audience is actually watching. Because if they are…”
She gave her chest a little shake, watching the blank ranking board like it might react.
The gym went dead quiet except for the soft electronic hum of the live feeds.
The ranking board flickered.
A single name appeared near the top in glowing pink letters.
Kizuna Tomori — 12,400
The number kept climbing in real time as tips flooded in. 14k. 17k. 21k. The rest of the board stayed empty, but the gap was already obvious. Viewers were reacting hard to the first pair of tits on stream.
Kizuna’s amber eyes lit up. She kept her top bunched under her chin, giving the camera a little bounce so her heavy tits swayed.
“Ohhh it actually works.” She laughed, loud and pleased. “Look at that. I’m already winning.”
Hiyoko made a strangled noise of pure disgust.
“Put those things away you shameless cow! Nobody wants to see that!”
Kizuna just glanced over her shoulder with a smug little smile and shook her chest again for the lens.
“Pretty sure they do, shortstack. The number only goes up when I move them.”
The counter jumped another three thousand in under five seconds.
Junko’s grin widened. A few other girls in the crowd were already staring at the board with new interest. Some of the guys looked like they couldn’t decide whether to look away or keep watching.
Kizuna finally lowered her top, but she didn’t fix it properly. The fabric stayed half rucked up, one soft underboob still visible as she turned to face the rest of the gym.
"Haha so perverted. Y'all losers"
Sha Ming moved before anyone else could.
The sleezy guy cut straight through the crowd with a lazy grin, gold chains clicking against his chest. He stopped right behind Mahiru, eyes dropping to the curve of her skirt.
“Yo. Camera’s hungry.”
His hand cracked across her ass hard enough to make the sound echo.
Mahiru spun around so fast her red hair whipped across her face. Her cheeks were already burning.
“What is wrong with you?! You do not just put your hands on people like that! Have you completely lost your mind?!”
She took a sharp step forward, finger jabbing at his chest, voice rising into full lecture mode.
“That was completely inappropriate! I do not care what kind of stupid game this is, you do not get to treat girls like that! Apologize right now!”
Sha Ming just smirked and raised both hands in mock surrender, still looking at the camera over her shoulder.
“Chill. It got a reaction, didn’t it?”
The ranking board lit up again.
Sha-Ming — 28,900
The number kept climbing faster than Kizuna’s had. Tips poured in for the slap, the sound, the way Mahiru’s body had jolted forward. Mahiru’s own name flickered onto the board a few seconds later, but the total sat much lower, barely breaking eight thousand. The audience clearly preferred the one who had taken the shot over the one who got hit.
Mahiru stared at the board in pure disbelief.
“You’re kidding me. He gets points for that?!”
Sha Ming shrugged, already turning away like the whole thing bored him now that the numbers were moving.
“Guess the people watching like a little action. Your loss.”
Kizuna whistled from where she still stood near the camera, top still half fixed.
“Damn. Aggressive works too.”
The board kept ticking upward next to Sha-Ming’s name while Mahiru stood there red-faced and furious, the print of his hand probably still warm under her skirt.
The ranking board flickered again.
Mahiru’s name climbed hard as the tips kept coming in for the way she had spun around red faced and yelling. The audience clearly liked the fire in her voice almost as much as the slap itself.
1. Kizuna Tomori — 34,600
2. Sha-Ming — 31,200
3. Mahiru Koizumi — 19,800
Mahiru’s eyes went wide when she saw her own name sitting in third.
“Why am I on there?! I didn’t do anything except tell him off!”
Kizuna laughed from her spot near the camera, still holding her top loosely under her tits.
“Looks like they like the reaction just as much as the action. You’re welcome.”
Sha Ming glanced at the board, then at Mahiru, and gave a lazy little shrug.
“Told you the people watching like a show. You’re part of it now whether you want to be or not.”
Mahiru’s face stayed flushed, but her eyes kept flicking back to the glowing numbers next to her name. The gap between second and third was still large, yet she was already higher than everyone else in the entire gym who had done nothing at all.
Kai Monteago suddenly stepped forward with a bright little laugh.
“Okay wait, if flashing and spanking get points then I can work with that.”
He turned his back toward a cluster of the closer guys and planted his feet. Both hands reached down and tugged the waistband of his pants lower until the soft upper curve of his ass was fully on display. He gave it a little shake, then another, eyes flicking between the faces watching him.
“You. The spiky haired one. And the tall guy next to him. You’re both staring the hardest. Don’t pretend you’re not.”
Hajime looked away fast, ears going red. Kaito just scratched the back of his neck and kept looking anyway. Kai noticed and grinned wider, arching his back more so the fabric stretched tight across what was still covered.
“And you two in the front. The quiet one and the average looking guy. Come on, the whole point is to give them something to watch, right?”
He glanced up at the nearest camera and winked, still holding the pose with pink hair falling across one eye, waiting to see if the ranking board would notice him next while the guys tried and failed to look completely unaffected.
After a while the big crowd in the gym started to break apart.
Smaller groups drifted toward the exits and hallways, talking in low voices or just wanting space from the cameras. The ranking board still glowed with the top three names, but the energy in the center had thinned out.
Junko did not follow any of the groups.
Her eyes had already locked onto one specific guy near the far side of the gym. Tanned skin, messy blonde hair with the sides shaved, gold chain, the kind of athletic build that came from years of serious football training. She could practically smell the points on him.
She walked straight over, hips rolling with every step, and stopped in front of him with a wide predatory smile.
“Hey, football boy. You’re coming with me.”
Mitsuhiro looked her up and down, already smirking like he was used to girls approaching him.
“The hell? Who even are you?”
Junko reached out and hooked two fingers into the front of his shirt, tugging him a step closer so the nearest camera got a perfect angle on both of them.
“The girl who’s about to make both of us jump the ranking. Move.”
Junko did not give him a chance to argue.
She kept her fingers hooked in his shirt and walked him out of the gym, down a hallway lined with identical doors, and straight into the first unlocked dorm she found. The second the door clicked shut behind them she turned, planted her back against it, and yanked her black and white teddy straight down.
Her huge tits spilled free with a heavy bounce.
They were thick, soft, and obscenely full, the kind of heavy pair that sat high and round before settling into a natural weight that made the undersides curve deep. Pale skin stretched smooth over the fat of them, pink nipples already tight from the cool air and the sheer exhibition of it. She cupped both from underneath, lifting the massive weight so the cameras in the corners got every inch, then let them drop again with a soft meaty jiggle.
“Like what you see, football boy?”
Mitsuhiro’s yellow eyes locked on immediately. The arrogant smirk on his face twitched wider, but his gaze stayed glued to the way her tits swayed when she breathed.
“Shit. You’re actually packing that much under the uniform?”
He stepped closer without being asked, one hand already reaching like he had every right to touch. Junko just grinned and pushed her chest out further, letting the heavy soft flesh fill the space between them.
“Go on. The cameras are watching. Make it worth their time.”
Mitsuhiro’s hands were on her the second she offered.
He grabbed both heavy tits at once, fingers sinking deep into the soft fat, thumbs dragging over the tight pink nipples as he squeezed hard enough to make the pale flesh bulge between his digits. The weight of them filled his palms completely, soft and warm and almost too much to hold.
“Fuck, these are ridiculous,” he muttered, voice already rough. “Look at how much you’ve got. Soft as hell. Bet you’ve been dying to get these out on camera, huh? Letting the whole world see what a pair of fat tits you’ve been hiding.”
He pushed them together, then pulled them apart, watching the way they jiggled and settled with every rough motion. His thumbs kept circling her nipples, pinching just enough to make them darker.
Junko moaned low and filthy, arching into his hands without shame. She kept her own palms under the heavy undersides, offering them up, bouncing them lightly in his grip so the cameras got the full wet slap of soft meat.
“Harder. Come on, football boy, they’re not gonna break. Squeeze them properly. I want the people watching to see how much they can take.” She licked her lips, eyes half-lidded and locked on his face. “You feel how heavy they are? How soft? That’s all for the ranking. Every time you maul them like that the numbers go up. So keep talking. Tell the cameras exactly how much you like groping these fat fucking tits.”
Mitsuhiro laughed under his breath and dug his fingers in deeper, rolling the thick flesh in slow, greedy circles.
“They’re perfect. Soft, heavy, and already getting warmer in my hands. Look at these nipples. Standing up just from me playing with them. You’re a real piece of work, you know that? Walking me in here and dumping a pair like this in my face like it’s nothing.”
Mitsuhiro’s hands turned rougher, fingers sinking deep into the thick soft fat of her tits as he spoke right into her face.
“Shut up and keep them up. That’s all you’re good for anyway. Big empty headed tits that walked me in here because you finally found a real man to use them. Look at these things. Soft, heavy, already warm from my hands. You were built to get groped on camera like a cheap whore.”
He shoved both massive breasts together until the soft flesh spilled over his fingers, then pulled them apart and let them bounce hard against her ribs. His thumbs crushed her nipples without care, twisting them just to watch her react.
“I bet you’ve been waiting for someone to treat you like this. Walking around with a pair this fat and pretending you matter for anything else. Nah. You’re just meat for the ranking. A set of soft tits that exist to get manhandled and shown off so the viewers can jack off to how easy you are.”
Junko moaned loud and shameless, pushing her chest harder into his grip, holding the heavy undersides up like an offering.
“Yes. I’m just meat. Soft heavy tits that needed a man like you to finally use them right.” Her voice stayed sweet and obedient even as he mauled her. “Keep talking to me like that. Call me a whore. Tell the cameras how these fat tits belong in your hands. I’m being so good for you. Squeeze them harder. Show everyone watching what a pair of worthless soft tits looks like when a real man takes them.”
She bounced them once in his palms on purpose, the thick weight jiggling obscenely under the lights.
“Use me. I’m right here.”
Her eyes dropped.
The front of his white shorts was strained tight around a thick heavy outline that ran halfway down his thigh. The fabric stretched obscenely over the fat shape of it, already half hard and clearly packing far more than she had expected from the arrogant football boy mouthing off at her.
Her brows lifted, genuine surprise cutting through the obedient act for a second.
“Wait. You’re actually packing that?”
She stared openly at the thick bulge, still holding her own heavy tits up for his hands.
“I thought you’d be smaller. Most loud guys like you are. But that looks… seriously thick.”
Mitsuhiro followed her gaze and smirked wider, one hand still mauling her soft tit while the other dropped to adjust himself through the shorts, making the heavy outline jump.
“Disappointed? Thought you were getting some average cock to play with for the cameras? Nah. You’re lucky. These fat tits of yours finally get to feel something worth the attention.”
He squeezed her breast harder, thumb crushing the nipple as he pushed his hips forward just enough to let the thick shape press against her stomach.
“Keep staring. Let the viewers see the exact moment a girl like you realizes she’s out of her depth.”
Mitsuhiro’s hand left her tit and locked around the back of her neck.
He shoved her straight down onto her knees hard enough that they hit the floor with a sharp sound. Junko went willingly, already licking her lips as she stared at the thick strained outline right in front of her face.
“Open it,” he ordered. “Show the cameras what you’re about to choke on.”
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down in one pull.
His cock sprang free, heavy and already half hard, an absurd length of thick meat that hung low under its own weight before starting to rise. The shaft was fat, veiny, the head already flushed dark, the whole thing looking almost unreal as it continued to thicken and lift in the cool air of the dorm. It kept going, past where any normal cock would have stopped, until the full massive size of it was pointed straight at her face.
Junko’s eyes went wide.
“Holy fuck.”
She stared, lips parted, the obedient act cracking under pure cock shock. The thing was enormous. Longer than her forearm, thicker than her wrist, the kind of heavy cock that made her cunt clench on nothing just from looking at it.
“That’s… that’s not normal. I can barely fit my hand around it.”
Mitsuhiro grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back so the cameras got a perfect shot of her stunned face next to his massive cock.
“Yeah. And you’re going to take every bit of it while the whole world watches. Now open your mouth and start earning those points, whore.”
Junko did not hesitate.
She wrapped both hands around the thick base of his cock, fingers not even close to meeting, and dragged her tongue in a long wet stripe from the heavy balls all the way up the underside of the massive shaft. When she reached the flushed head she opened wide and sank down in one smooth practiced motion, taking a solid third of the fat length into her throat like she had done it a hundred times before.
The wet heat of her mouth sealed tight. She did not gag. She did not pull back. She simply started working him with the easy confidence of a girl who had spent years in the modeling industry getting paid to suck bigger than average cocks for cameras that were never supposed to leak.
Her cheeks hollowed. Spit already ran down the thick shaft as she bobbed, twisting both hands in slow tight strokes over the remaining length she could not fit yet. Every time she pulled up she left a shiny trail of saliva, then dropped again, taking just a little more, letting the fat head punch against the back of her throat with wet, rhythmic sounds.
Mitsuhiro’s grip in her hair tightened.
“Look at that. Instantly swallowing it like a professional. Modeling industry really taught you how to earn your keep, huh? Just another pretty face who learned early that the fastest way up is on her knees with a throat full of cock.”
Junko moaned around the thick meat, the vibration making his cock twitch hard. She pulled off just long enough to speak, voice already rough and dripping with spit.
“Of course I know how. You think I got where I am by being shy? Big cocks, private shoots, directors who wanted more than photos. I learned how to take it and look good doing it.”
She dove back down immediately, this time forcing more of the massive length into her throat until her nose nearly touched his stomach. The cameras caught every filthy detail: the way her thick lips stretched wide, the wet choke she turned into a moan, the heavy tits swinging under her as she worked him with practiced, hungry rhythm.
Back in the modeling industry it had never just been photos. Producers who wanted private fittings that ended with her on her knees under the studio lights. Photographers who made her suck them off between sets so the next shots would look more “alive.” Older executives who booked her for weekend trips and used every hole until she could barely walk, then sent her back to work the next morning with cum still drying on her thighs. Group sessions after runway shows where three or four men took turns fucking her throat and tits while the rest watched and rated her. She had been bent over makeup counters, fucked against hotel windows, made to swallow load after load just to keep a contract. Every single time the degradation had hit her like pure despair, the kind that made her cunt throb and her smile wider. She had loved every second of being reduced to soft tits and a wet mouth for men who only saw her as a body that photographed well when it was being used.
She moaned around Mitsuhiro’s massive cock at the memory, eyes half-lidded with filthy nostalgia, and forced another thick inch down her throat for the cameras.
Mitsuhiro’s hips kept rocking.
He held her hair in a tight fist and fucked forward in steady thrusts, driving that massive cock deeper into her throat with every push. The fat head punched past her soft palate again and again, each wet glide forcing more of the thick length inside.
Junko took it greedily.
“Glck… glck… nngh… mmpf”
Thick spit poured down the veiny shaft every time he bottomed out against her face. Her throat bulged around the impossible girth. She kept both hands wrapped around the base she still could not fully swallow, stroking in tight wet twists while her tongue worked the underside.
“Schlick… glck-glck… hahhk”
The wet choking sounds filled the dorm, filthy and rhythmic. Her heavy tits swung hard with every thrust, nipples brushing her own thighs as she stayed planted on her knees and let him use her mouth.
Mitsuhiro groaned above her, pace picking up, voice rough and mean.
“Look at you. Drooling and choking like a proper whore who knows exactly what she’s for. Fat tits swinging, throat open, taking every thrust without a single complaint. That’s all you are. Soft meat that exists to get used. Keep sucking. I want to feel that throat flutter every time I push in.”
Junko’s eyes watered but she never pulled away. She only moaned louder around the thick meat, the vibrations making his cock throb as more spit spilled down her chin and onto her swinging chest.
“Mmpfh… glck… nngh… glck-glck”
Junko pulled off with a long wet schlick, a thick string of spit still connecting her bottom lip to the fat head of his cock.
She wrapped both hands around the massive shaft and started stroking hard and fast, twisting over the soaked length while more saliva dripped steadily from her chin onto her swinging tits.
“Fuck, it’s even bigger up close when it’s this wet,” she panted, voice rough from the throat fucking. “Look at how much spit is already running down it. You’re throbbing so hard in my hands. I can feel every vein. You love treating me like a cheap whore, don’t you? Using my throat then making me jerk this monster while I talk dirty for you.”
She kept stroking, thumbs rubbing over the sensitive head on every upstroke, spreading the mess of saliva until the whole cock glistened under the dorm lights.
Then she leaned in, lifted both of her huge soft tits, and wrapped them around the thick shaft.
The heavy flesh swallowed most of his cock in pure soft heat. She pressed them together tight and started bouncing them up and down the length, the wet sound of spit-slick skin against skin filling the room. The fat head popped out from the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke, shiny and leaking, before disappearing again between the thick soft mounds.
“Nngh… feel that? Soft fat tits all over your cock. They’re so heavy and warm. I can barely keep them wrapped around something this thick.” She looked up at him through her lashes, still bouncing her chest in steady filthy rhythm. “Keep talking to me like I’m nothing. Tell me how good these big soft tits feel while I milk you with them.”
Mitsuhiro’s hands dropped to the sides of her head, fingers digging into her hair as he watched his cock disappear between those massive soft tits.
“That’s right. Keep bouncing those fat things. You’re nothing but a pair of heavy tits and a wet mouth that knows how to work. Look at you. Kneeling there like a proper whore, using your body the only way it’s good for.”
He thrust up into the tight soft channel she made, the wet schlick of spit-slick skin against skin loud in the quiet dorm. The fat head of his cock kept punching up through her cleavage, shiny and leaking, then vanishing again every time she dropped the full weight of her breasts down around him.
Junko moaned and pressed her tits tighter, the soft flesh molding perfectly around the impossible girth. Saliva still dripped from her chin onto the tops of her breasts, making everything messier, wetter, shinier under the cameras that were catching every bounce and squeeze from multiple angles.
The whole world was watching the Ultimate Fashionista on her knees, expertly working a massive cock with nothing but her huge soft tits, taking the verbal abuse and turning it into pure content. Every upward bounce made her heavy breasts ripple and clap softly together. Every downward stroke swallowed more of him in warm fat flesh.
“Yes,” she panted, looking up at him while she kept the rhythm steady and filthy. “I’m just a whore with big soft tits. Using them to milk this thick cock while everyone watches. Tell me more. Tell me how good these heavy fucking tits feel wrapped around you.”
Mitsuhiro groaned and fucked up harder into her cleavage, voice mean and satisfied.
“They feel exactly like what they are. Soft, heavy, and made for this. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop until I say.”
Mitsuhiro’s cock started twitching hard between her tits.
The thick shaft pulsed against the soft flesh wrapped around it, the fat head jumping every time it punched up through her cleavage. Pre-cum leaked in steady clear strings that smeared across the tops of her breasts and made the wet schlick of her bouncing even louder.
Junko felt every throb and immediately slowed her rhythm, pressing her huge soft tits tighter around him while she looked up with a mean little smile.
“Already twitching? Look at that. This big thick cock is about to blow just from a pair of soft tits.” She gave him one long, deliberate bounce, letting the heavy weight of her breasts drag slowly from base to head. “You’re throbbing so hard. I can feel it kicking against me. Going to cum already? Going to paint these fat tits while the whole world watches you lose it to a whore on her knees?”
She squeezed harder, rolling the soft flesh around his pulsing shaft in slow teasing strokes, never speeding back up.
“Come on. Tell me. Are you about to dump a huge load all over these heavy tits? I can feel how close you are. Every twitch gives you away.”
Mitsuhiro’s grip in her hair turned rough, hips jerking up into the soft heat even as she kept the pace maddeningly slow.
“Shut up and keep them wrapped around it. You’re not in charge here. You’re just the pair of tits I’m about to ruin.”
Mitsuhiro’s hips slammed up hard and his cock erupted.
Thick ropes of cum blasted out between her tits, heavy and endless. The first shot painted a long white line across her collarbones and chin. The second and third coated the tops of her soft breasts in messy streaks. More kept coming, pulsing hard against the warm flesh still wrapped around him, overflowing until it ran down the deep valley of her cleavage and dripped onto her stomach in fat white drops. The load was ridiculous, far more than she had expected even from a cock that size, thick enough that it kept spurting long after most men would have finished.
Junko’s eyes went wide for a second, genuine surprise cutting through as another heavy pulse painted her nipple.
“Holy shit. That’s so much.”
She kept her tits pressed tight around him through the last few throbs, milking every drop, then finally pulled back and looked down at the mess. Her heavy breasts were glazed, white cum clinging to the soft curves and dripping slowly from her nipples. She scooped a thick strand up with two fingers, brought it to her mouth, and licked it clean with a slow drag of her tongue.
“Mmm. Look at this. You completely covered me. So much cum just from my soft tits.” She gathered another messy streak from the top of her left breast and sucked her fingers clean, eyes locked on his while she teased. “You really filled me up. Still twitching even after all that. Did these fat tits feel that good?”
Mitsuhiro stared at her, breathing hard.
The second she licked another strand of his cum off her own nipple his cock twitched and started rising again, already thickening back to full hardness right in front of her face.
Junko’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock rising again so fast, still shiny with spit and cum.
“Already? You just came a river and you’re hard again? What the hell are you—”
Mitsuhiro did not let her finish.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her up from the floor, shoving her backward onto the bed hard enough that she bounced. Before she could sit up he was on her, one hand still twisted in her hair while the other shoved her thighs apart. Her legs spread wide under the force, knees forced open, the cool air of the dorm hitting the soaked heat between them.
He looked down and let out a mean laugh.
“Soaking. You’re dripping down onto the sheets just from sucking cock and taking a load on those fat tits. Look at this messy cunt. Completely soaked. All that bratty talk and you’re this wet already.”
He dragged two fingers up her slit, spreading the slick wetness so the cameras could see exactly how shiny she was.
Junko clicked her tongue even as her hips twitched under his hand.
“Of course I’m wet. You think a cock that size and a load that big wouldn’t do anything? Doesn’t mean you’re special. I’ve had better.”
She kept her thighs open but her voice stayed sharp and bratty, eyes locked on his with a challenging little smirk even while he held her hair and kept her spread.
Mitsuhiro leaned over her, still holding her hair, and lined the fat head of his cock against her soaked entrance.
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that? All that mouth and you’re dripping down the sheets. I’m going to bury every bit of this in you and make you scream for the whole complex to hear.”
He pushed.
The thick head forced her open in one slow, relentless slide. Her cunt stretched wide around the impossible girth, the soft wet walls forced to take a cock far thicker than anything average. Inch after inch sank in, the heavy shaft dragging against every sensitive spot, stretching her deeper than most men could even reach. The size of it made her belly tense, the outline of the fat cock visible as it kept going, filling her until she felt completely stuffed.
Junko’s bratty smirk shattered.
“Hahhh! Fuuuuck!”
The scream tore out of her raw and high as the massive length bottomed out, her cunt clenching hard around the thick intrusion. Her thighs trembled in his grip, toes curling, heavy tits bouncing from the force of the thrust that had just buried him to the hilt inside her. The wet stretch was overwhelming, every pulse of his cock felt clearly against her walls, the sheer size forcing her body to make room whether it was ready or not.
Mitsuhiro did not give her time to adjust.
He pulled back until only the fat head stretched her entrance, then slammed forward again, burying every thick inch in one hard thrust. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the dorm. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around the massive intrusion, forced wide open around a cock that kept reshaping her with every stroke.
“Take it. Take every fucking bit of this cock, you loud bitch.” He fucked into her harder, each thrust making her heavy tits bounce and slap together. “Listen to that wet cunt. Soaking and greedy even while you’re screaming. You were made to get split open like this.”
Junko’s voice came out broken and high between the thrusts.
“Hahhh! It’s so thick! Fuck, it’s stretching me so deep! I can feel it in my stomach every time you push in!”
Her legs stayed forced open in his grip, thighs trembling as the fat shaft dragged against her walls. The wet schlick of her cunt taking him over and over grew louder, messier, her own juices already coating his cock and dripping down onto the sheets. She was still trying to keep some of that bratty edge but the size of him kept punching the air out of her lungs.
Mitsuhiro leaned down, still pounding into her, and spat right between her bouncing tits.
“Look at you. Fat tits bouncing, cunt stretched around a real cock, still trying to talk shit. You’re nothing but a wet hole that screams pretty when it gets filled. Keep taking it. I’m going to fuck this bratty cunt until you can’t form a single word.”
He slammed in to the hilt again and ground against her, letting her feel every pulse of the massive cock buried deep inside.
Junko’s bratty resistance started cracking under the force of every thrust.
Her huge tits swayed hard with each impact, heavy soft flesh bouncing and clapping together, nipples drawing tight circles in the air as Mitsuhiro fucked her deeper. The fat outline of his cock pushed up against her stomach with every stroke, a clear bulge rising and falling under her skin as the massive length forced her guts to make room.
“Yes,” she gasped, voice high and broken. “I’m a wet hole. Just a pair of fat tits and a cunt that needed to get split open like this.”
Mitsuhiro grinned down at her and drove in harder, hands gripping her thighs to keep them forced wide. The wet slap of his hips against her ass grew louder, her juices spraying with every deep thrust.
“That’s right. Finally admitting it. You’re trash that exists to get fucked and filled. Look at that stomach. Bulging around my cock every time I bury it. Your body knows what it’s for even if your mouth took a while to catch up.”
He slammed in to the hilt and held there, grinding the thick base against her so the bulge in her belly stayed pushed out and obvious for the cameras.
Junko moaned loud, eyes half-lidded, heavy tits still trembling from the force.
“I’m trash. Soft tits and a stretched cunt made for big cock. Keep using me. Keep treating me like this. It feels so fucking good.”
Mitsuhiro pulled back and started pounding her again, each thrust making her stomach bulge and her tits bounce harder, the filthy wet sounds of her ruined cunt filling the dorm without mercy.
Mitsuhiro kept pounding into her without slowing down, the thick cock stretching her wide on every thrust as her stomach bulged around the shape of him.
“All women are made for this. Every single one of you exists to get fucked by a real cock. Soft tits, wet cunts, screaming mouths. You’re all the same. Built to take it and thank whoever is strong enough to use you properly.”
He slammed in harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy, her heavy tits bouncing out of control with every impact.
Junko’s voice broke into a high moan as the pressure inside her coiled tight.
“Yes! All of us! We’re all made to get fucked by big thick cock like yours! I’m just another wet hole that needed to be filled and used!”
Her cunt clenched hard around him. The orgasm hit her in a full body wave, thighs shaking violently in his grip, juices squirting out around the fat shaft as she came. Her stomach kept bulging with every continued thrust through her climax, the massive cock forcing the pleasure deeper, her huge tits swaying and jiggling nonstop while she screamed her agreement and soaked the sheets under them.
Mitsuhiro pulled out of her with a wet schlick and flipped her over like she weighed nothing.
He shoved her onto her hands and knees, grabbed both of her black and white pigtails in one fist, and yanked her head back as he lined up again. The fat head of his cock found her soaked entrance and slammed back in to the hilt in one hard thrust, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. Her huge tits hung heavy under her, swinging hard with the force of every thrust, the soft flesh clapping together while her ass bounced against his hips.
Junko moaned and immediately started rocking back to meet him.
She pushed her hips back in time with his strokes, fucking herself onto the massive cock, the wet schlick of her cunt taking him growing louder and messier. Her back arched, pigtails pulled tight in his grip, heavy tits swaying under her in long filthy arcs.
Mitsuhiro laughed and slammed into her harder, using her pigtails like reins.
“Look at you. Rocking back on it like a desperate slut who can’t get enough. You’re fucking yourself on my cock. Pushing that wet cunt back for more every single time. What a shameless whore. You love getting used this hard, don’t you? Can’t even stay still. Have to throw yourself back on it like the trash you are.”
Junko kept rocking, voice high and broken between the wet impacts.
“Yes! I’m a slut! I can’t help it! It feels too good! Keep pulling my hair and using me!”
Her ass clapped against him with every meeting of their hips, the thick cock making her stomach bulge even from behind as he fucked her deep and mean.
Junko’s second orgasm slammed into her without warning.
Her cunt clamped down hard around the thick cock, juices squirting out around the shaft in messy pulses as her whole body shook. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of her open mouth in a full ahegao, drool running down her chin while her pigtails stayed yanked tight in his fist. The fucked silly expression stayed locked on her face even as her arms trembled and her huge tits swung wildly under her from the force.
Mitsuhiro did not slow down for a second.
He kept slamming into her through the climax, hips cracking against her ass in a relentless hard rhythm that forced the orgasm to stretch longer and deeper. The wet sounds of her cunt getting ruined filled the dorm, her juices spraying with every brutal thrust. He used her pigtails to pull her back onto his cock again and again, making her take every thick inch while her tongue stayed out and her eyes stayed rolled.
“That’s it. Cum on it like the whore you are. Keep that dumb face on while I fuck you through it. You’re not done until I say you’re done.”
Junko could only moan brokenly around her hanging tongue, body still rocking back on pure instinct as he pounded her through the aftershocks without mercy, the massive cock keeping her stomach bulging and her ahegao firmly in place.
Mitsuhiro’s thrusts turned sharper and more urgent, the thick cock pulsing hard inside her as he got close again.
He yanked her pigtails tighter and slammed in to the hilt, voice rough and demanding.
“Take it all. Every drop. I’m going to fill this cunt until it’s leaking and you’re going to stay open for it.”
Junko rocked back on him harder, still locked in her ahegao, tongue out and eyes unfocused as she moaned her agreement.
“Yes! Dump it all in me!” Her voice stayed high and broken but the words kept spilling out. “Women are only good when they’re getting used like this! Every single one of us should be on our knees or face down taking cock! We’re all the same! Built to get fucked stupid and left dripping! I want it! Fill me up and prove it!”
Mitsuhiro groaned at the stream of filth and fucked into her even harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass growing frantic as his cock throbbed deep inside her, right on the edge.
Mitsuhiro buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into Junko’s cunt, heavy and endless, the massive cock throbbing as it flooded her. Each pulse forced more of the hot load inside until her pussy was completely packed, the excess already starting to squeeze out around the fat shaft in messy white drips that ran down her thighs.
The feeling of being filled so completely pushed Junko over the edge again.
“HAAAAAHHH! FUUUUUCK! CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!”
Her third orgasm ripped through her with a raw, high scream that cracked in the middle. Her cunt clamped and milked his cock in hard spasms as she came, walls fluttering and squeezing around the thick length still pumping her full. The pressure of the creampie made the climax hit harder and deeper.
“NNNGHHH! HAAAH! IT’S SO MUCH! FUCK!”
Her arms gave out and her upper body dropped to the bed, huge tits spreading under her while her ass stayed raised and locked against his hips, taking every last spurt. Wet squelching sounds mixed with her broken screams as the load kept filling her. When he finally stopped throbbing the seal of his cock kept most of the massive load trapped inside. Her pussy was visibly stuffed, the rim stretched tight around him and leaking only thin rivulets of white that streaked down her skin. The cameras caught every detail of the filled, used, still twitching cunt that had just taken everything he gave it.
Mitsuhiro gave her ass a sharp slap that made the soft flesh jiggle and a little more cum leak out around his cock as he pulled free.
He stepped back and reached for his shorts, already starting to dress like the round was over.
Junko moved faster.
She grabbed his wrist with both hands and looked up at him from the bed, eyes dark and glassy with pure lust, cheeks still flushed, tongue still a little loose from the ahegao. Cum leaked steadily from her used cunt onto the sheets under her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Mitsuhiro paused. A single drop of sweat slid down his temple as he met that hungry stare.
Junko tugged him forward with surprising strength, pulling him right back onto the bed on top of her. Her huge tits pressed against his chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to keep him close.
“You’re not done. I can still take more. Get back in me.”
They did not leave the bed for hours.
Mitsuhiro fucked her through every position the dorm allowed. He took her on her back with her knees crushed to her chest, the massive cock making her stomach bulge on every thrust while her screams bounced off the walls. He bent her over the edge of the mattress and pounded her until her huge tits swung so hard they slapped her own face. He made her ride him and then took over the moment her thighs started shaking, gripping her waist and slamming her down onto his cock like she was just a wet sleeve.
Junko came again and again. Each orgasm left her louder and messier than the last. She screamed when he forced her into a full nelson and bounced her on the full length. She sobbed yes and agreed with every degrading thing he said while he fucked her face down in a pile of their own fluids. Cum leaked out of her in thick white strands every time he pulled out only for him to shove back in and add more. Her cunt stayed stretched and sloppy, the rim puffy and used, yet she kept begging for another round with glassy lust drunk eyes.
He slapped her ass raw. He pulled her pigtails until her back arched. He made her thank him out loud every time he filled her. By the time the light outside the window had shifted she was a trembling mess of sweat, spit, and overflowing creampies, heavy tits covered in handprints and dried cum, voice ruined from screaming, still spreading her legs the second he looked at her again.
Hours later the dorm was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
Junko sat on top of him in cowgirl, both of them gleaming. Mitsuhiro’s tanned skin was slick with it, chest rising and falling hard, hair stuck to his forehead. Her own body shone under the lights, heavy tits swaying as she rolled her hips and took the full thick length of him again and again. The wet schlick of her used cunt sliding down his cock was louder than their breathing. Cum from earlier rounds still leaked out around the shaft with every bounce, mixing with her own juices and running down his balls.
She planted her hands on his sweaty chest and rode him harder, chasing one more.
Mitsuhiro’s hands gripped her waist, fingers slipping on her damp skin as his cock throbbed deep inside her.
“Fuck… take it…”
He came with a low groan, pulsing hard and flooding her already stuffed cunt with another heavy load. Junko moaned and kept moving through it, milking every spurt until his hips finally jerked and stilled.
His arms dropped to the mattress. His eyes fluttered once, then closed. Within seconds the arrogant football boy was out cold beneath her, completely spent, still buried to the hilt in her dripping, overfilled pussy while she sat on top of him and caught her breath.
Junko walked the empty hallway with cum still slowly trailing down her bare thighs, ranking number one and already planning her next show.
She was not the only one moving.
In a side corridor Mahiru had finally cornered Sha Ming, face still red with anger as she jabbed a finger into his chest and demanded he stop treating the whole game like a free pass to put his hands on people. He just smirked and leaned closer, already glancing at the nearest camera like her confrontation was content.
Across the complex Kizuna had found Fuyuhiko. She stood a little too close, voice sweet and teasing while she commented on how cute he looked when he got mad, all while making sure Peko was watching every second of it from a few steps away.
In one of the quieter rooms Kyoko, Shuichi and Kaede had a monopad open between them. Kyoko was already deep in the system files and camera network, searching for any possible exit, security gap, or way to shut the whole game down while the other two watched and added quiet suggestions.
Miu spotted Gonta near the gym storage and immediately licked her lips. She started walking toward the massive boy with a grin that promised pure filth, already calculating how many points a guy that size could be worth on stream.
And near the dorm stairwell Shobai stepped directly into Eloise’s path, eyes dropping over her soft heavy body without any shame as he offered a lazy smile and a suggestion that they find somewhere more private to talk about strategy.
The Lust Game had only just started.
Junko kept walking, manic little smile still in place, already wondering whose performance would hit the board next.
TO BE CONTINUED