Chapter 52: Kouta’s painful graduation.

//Author: Depictions of violence, cruelty, and sexual assault.  Please read with discretion to that information.  Two main chapters until the end of volume one. May have a special chapter or two ahead.//

Status Check!

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Name:  Kawamura Kouta

 

Class: Otaku (2nd year)

 

Age: 18 (+1)

 

HP: 11/11 (+1)    MP:  4/4

 

STR: 10    AGI: 9

 

END: 11    WIS: 13 (+1)

 

INT: 15        LUK: ??

 

[SKILLS]

 

Computer Programming: 6

 

Household Chores: 7

 

Studying: 8

 

Nanpa: 4 (+2)

 

Independence: 2

 

Taboo: 7 (+2)

 

Sexual Ability:  3 (+1)

 

Forgiveness:  1 (new)

[DEBUFFS]

 

LOVE    BROKEN_BONDS    LUST   SECRET

 

[BOOSTS]   

TRUST    COMPASS    FULFILLED 

EXCITED BETRAYER

 

[INVENTORY]

 

HOUSEKEY

 

WALLET

 

CONDOMS (x10)

BASEBALL HAT

SMARTPHONE

CHARGING CABLE

 

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Oh, we have a few new status effects:

First a debuff:

[SECRET]:

You share a secret with Yoragata-san involving your chastity.  When together with Nakada-san, you may find your thoughts wander to Ruru.

<<Permanent Debuff>>

Can only be removed by informing Nakada Shiori at great risk.

…

Then the boosts:

[TRUST]:

You trust and are trusted by Nakada-san, as well as Kawamura Kanae.  When dealing with those two, it is easier to raise affection, and avoid long standing negative emotions, since you love each of them deeply.

<No Timer>

[BETRAYER]:

Amplified by the de-buff [SECRET].

While you don’t trust her actions, you are immensely turned on by them, and her for reasons that make more sense than you care to admit.  Any unreported action to Nakada-san that increases [LOVE] or [LUST] when performed with, to, or by Yoragata-san, will amplify this effect. 

<Timer: 1.5 days remaining>

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sigh.  

What I did with Ruru, is really affecting me, isn’t it?  Even as I’m heading towards the Love Hotel, I find that my thoughts are also of Ruru.  That she marked me just a little, so that I would always know that just a small piece of my chastity would always belong to her as well.

It’s not to lessen all of the other things we had done, certainly oral intercourse and fellatio and all those lewd sessions weren’t being discounted as worthless, but just that the physical act of joining together completely with another person…

I can only ever give 99% of me to Shiori.

Even if what I get in return isn’t anywhere near that, I would have been happy knowing she kept the entirety of my first love safe within her heart.

But that is Ruru’s calculating hand at work.

The really audacious thing is that my heart is also beating fast because of that same thing.  I have really enjoyed Ruru’s company, and my affection with her is more of a co-conspirator than a desired lover.  But I do desire her too.  She wants me to look at her, and I enjoy looking at her.  Even though I have Nakada-san.

At that moment, I realize that I too am a cheating piece of shit like my father.

I’m on my way to be with the woman I love, and my mind is elsewhere at times.

It’s every complicated emotion I really don’t want to deal with.

So I stop and take a few deep breaths, and try to focus my thoughts and feelings.

…

Yeah, that did nothing at all.

I’m too excited.

…

I arrive at the hotel at about five minutes until seven.  The room has been booked under my name.  So I take the keycard and go up to the third floor, room c, and open the door.

Uwah!  The room is themed like an aquarium, or rather some kind of under-the-ocean theme.  Lots of blues and teals and turquoises and other crayon colors I do not remember the names of combine together with pictures of dolphins and turtles and friendly schools of fish.  Even Manta Ray-san’s pointy stinger is prominent enough to remind one to wrap it up before stinging your partner <3.

…

I left the door opened but against the frame, so when she arrived, all she needed to do was give it a push.

I waited for quite a while.

It was almost 7:20 before I felt the door push open, but the person who greeted me…

Who was it?

…

“Kouta.  Please take care of me tonight.”

It was a beautiful girl, she had wavy black hair that was put up into twintails.  Each of them was tied with the red ribbon I had seen everyday for the last two weeks.

The contours of her face, lips, chin, neck… those mischievous golden eyes…

No.

Everything was the same except for the eyes.  Those eyes today were meek and frightened.

It was the Angel Nakada-san, but different, open, vulnerable perhaps?

She’s wearing tennis shoes and pink over-the-knee socks.  She’s got on a cute red and green pleated checkered skirt with a gray long sleeved shirt that is plain looking except in hot pink English letters it says C U T E in a very hard to read manner.  Was it the so-called cursive writing that existed?

She also had only two articles which she brought with her… One condom, and her smartphone.

Nothing else.  No clutch purse… nothing.  The person standing before me was the true form of Nakada-san?

She did say she would open herself up to me.  I am not disappointed.  I love Nakada-san, and that is not exclusively because she is a gyaru.  She is a precious existence which must be protected.  She stirs up in me just from my initial glance at her, a desire to protect her from all the evils of the world.  I would marry her, and pamper her, and come in tired from my job and take care of the kids while she could relax on the couch or away from the noise and have a relaxing beer…

…

Yes.  I love Nakada-san.

I would cut the tip of it off that was tainted by Ruru if it meant never ever hurting her.

I will take that to my grave, and bury that knowledge as deep as I can in my heart.

It never happened.

It doesn’t matter her side.

It never happened on mine.

I will give myself completely to her.

“Kawamura Kouta.  I am Nakada Shiori.  I will be asking much of you tonight.”  She was doing a full bow from the waist down.

“Aa. I am looking forward to your instruction.”

I too bow, and when she raises her head, she walks over to me and holds my hands in hers, and nestles her head into my chest.

“Just a while.  Let me be spoiled.” Was what she said.

I obliged her as I kept one hand wrapped around her then, and use the other to play with her twintails.

She was ridiculously cute.  Like she was trying to be a chuugakusei student again.  She actually could have pulled it off, if not for her breast size…

There are no complaints about breast size.  The only complaints can be about women who do not stay healthy enough to take care of their thighs.  Since healthy thighs are the core of physical health, anyway!

Besides, I had access to it right now.  The thing that would allow me even if fully spent to achieve one more rising, like a boxer defending his title belt. Yes, I’m talking about that it…”

“Absolute Territory.”

The delicious strip of prime flesh revealed only in the small gap from the concealed legs which wear over-the-knee socks and where the length of skirt stops partway down the thigh.

If I lay my palm down horizontal on it, I would have about 5 to 6 inches of gorgeous caramel to give my son yet another great memory of this night.

While my mind and son fought over the precious resource known as blood, I was also being healed by this lovely girl.

“We can begin when you are ready.  Would you like me to undress first, or help undress you?” I ask.

…

“Kouta.  I will use the promise from the other day now.  No matter what I ask.  You must do it.  Understand?   If you cannot do this, I will disappear from your life forever.”

Eh?

Disappear… forever?

When she said it in that slow icy voice, I felt a horrible chill go up my spine.  It wasn’t until she began, that I realized what she told me way back at the beginning.

‘I will probably hurt you.’

…

The smartphone she brought was set up in a corner of the room, so that most of the room could be seen. It was made clear to me this would be recorded.

I don’t know why.  Perhaps it was for Kanae to watch?  I couldn’t imagine another reason why.

…

Shiori had me stand in certain places, and she went through some kind of play.  I was called a certain name, and she was being a bit unguarded in her actions.

From what it seemed, the dialogue on her end had it that she was seeing this room for the first time, and that if it would be something her mama would like.

That’s when things became difficult.

“Kouta.  Slap me across the face here very hard.”  

She was standing between the bed and myself.  It took a moment for me to process what she said, so she grabbed my hand, and showed me the motion I was supposed to perform.

Why would I hit you?

“Kouta. This is your only chance.  Do what I tell you, how I tell you, or we can say goodbye here, forever.”

The voice had no mercy in it.  Only the need for obedience.  It reminded me of my mother when she actually did discipline me once.

I was scared to disobey!

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With great reluctance, I pulled my hand back and prepared to do what she asked me to.

I wanted to close my eyes, but she was smiling so happily at me, knowing what was to come, at her own order.

She didn’t brace herself at all.

I swung my arm, and she took the hit I sent her way with and it knocked her onto the bed.

She yelped, and clutched her face.

I was then instructed to climb on her and pin her arms above her head.

I was nervous and uncomfortable, and not okay at all with what was going on.

She gave me a singular look which pierced through her eyes which were watering, and the red mark on the side of her face.

‘Don’t you dare stop here!’

…

Following her instructions and with a little assistance on her own end to help me with her play, I now had my hips between her legs, I was holding myself over her body just barely by the force of my left hand gripping both her wrists and pinning them behind her head.

The next steps of the play were to kiss and fondle her, the latter both over and under her clothes, lifting them up to expose her.

The last part.. I hesistated.

I hesitated because I understood then what this was.

And so, with her staring at me intently, I did the last thing that was asked of me,

She put up a resistance then, squirming, as she had once done.  And I had to deal a strong blow into her lower stomach.

I felt her gasp for air, and what she told me to do, she said in advance, for she wouldn’t have the breath to tell me to do now.

I reached down and undid my zipper.

I then used that hand to slide her panties aside and provide me access.

I positioned my son, who was somehow able to understand the duty required of him, lest we lose our lover…

Then I became a graduate of life.

I wasn’t allowed a contraceptive.  She had forbidden it.

I wasn’t allowed to be gentle with my insertion.  She had forbidden it.

I wasn’t allowed to say I was sorry.  That was the most forbidden of them all.

I had plunged in, and she screamed.

It was bad at first, and her face had a pained expression at first.  But it seemed she was able to control that to a small degree to just great discomfort and sadness.

I pumped and I pumped as I held her down.  I licked her breast and sucked and bit, and just tried to get it over with.

I knew I was hurting her, but she asked it of me.  I couldn’t say no, when she had expressed the importance of doing it properly as she said for the first time.

I guess she could tell, when the only thing she said out of character the whole time, was for me to let it out.

And so I did.

I graduated a man from the 2D to the 3D world, by raping the girl I had a crush on, because she asked me to.

…

After I did, you think that would be it, right?

No.  No sooner than I came, I was instructed to climb up and put it in her mouth to be cleaned off.

At first, I thought, wasn’t it enough then, but she assured me this was the last part.

So I did.

But I only noticed, when I had straddled her chest and she moved her mouth over my son which had been bathed in her minimal juices down below, and combined with my own, that there was a bit of a pink tinge to it.

It concerned me the whole time she cleaned me off with her mouth.

When it was clean enough, I was allowed to climb off.

But I looked at it, and it was there.

At the space between her legs, was a trickle of blood.

…?

Did I do something wrong to injure her?

She’s had sex before, so it’s not like she should still bleed for the… first time?

I was very confused.

What was going on?

That confusion changed in a heartbeat when she had curled up into a ball and started crying.

I quickly jumped back into the bed and held her and caressed her and apologised and said any sweet thing I could.

She at least let me wrap my arms around her as she broke down in tears and huge body wracking sobs.

It lasted twenty minutes or about, before she could even speak.

“That was my first time… that was what happened.”

Was what she said.

“It was mama’s boyfriend at the time.  I was only fifteen.  It lasted four hours…”

Four hours?  That was how long we had the room rented for.

“Kouta… that was my first time that I gave you, since you asked for it.  I’m sorry it was in this way, but it also was so very important for me to do it this way.”

I held her tightly.  I felt like real shit making her relive that, even though she was really the one who had me handle the difficult parts.  I wouldn’t hold it against her.

“Can you help me to the shower?” she asks.

And so I do.

I help her into the shower and she sits down as she can, and I take the extendable showerhead, and help her clean herself.

“I dirtied my Kouta, and he helps clean me up… I am the worst…”  She cries again, but this one isn’t a full body sob, just from the mouth.  Any tears were washed away by the stream of water from the showerhead.

Afterwards, I helped her from the shower back to the bed.

“Kouta.  That was then.  This is now.  Will you make love to me, with your own hands?  Make love to me until the end.”

Of course I will.  Just don’t make me do that again.

Her face is red and has traces of purple on it now.  Whatever I did to her sweet spot, there is no visible damage to my eyes. She is just a normal girl who went though a hard experience just now.  And so I slowly held her, and gently touched her, letting her know what I was doing, so she wouldn’t have any fear of my touch, even after the horrible deed.

Eventually I dared to do more, and after receiving her soft kisses, and at some point her own touch, I made love to her the way I wanted to.

I explored her mouth fully, down her chin, down her neck, to her lovely breasts, which I played with happily, as I watched it elicit some positive response from her.

Then I caressed her below with my hand at first, before using my mouth.  I was grateful it was cleaned out a bit, but I would have managed to deal with it anyway.  I licked her there, and made sure she reached an orgasm first, then I climbed on top, and placed myself at her space again. 

The environment was different this time.

It was warm and slick, ready to receive me.

I asked her to wrap her legs around me, and told her when she was ready, to pull me into her.

After I said that, I gave her a deep kiss, and felt her pull me inside of her.

At this time, it felt like heaven.

This was how it should have gone the first time.

I caressed her face, and said with great satisfaction that I loved her, aloud.  Many times.

She cried still, but only tightened her legs around me.

The second time was faster than the first.

But she wouldn’t let me go.

So I let it out inside of her again.

And again.

And again.

I emptied all my love and feelings into Shiori at that time.

And then I collapsed on her, and into her embrace.  She showered me with kisses in between short and quick breaths. She never let me go.  I remained inside of her until I deflated.

Then she just cried into my shoulder and said thank you.

Thank you for being hers.

At some point, being the the youthful boy I still was, my son returned to active duty.  but this time she pinned me down.

She rode me.  I had never experienced it like that.  It wasn’t the slide.  She held my hands as support and rose and lowered herself, shifting herself from side to side as I felt my son completely enveloped by her warmth and inviting interior pillow.

She was soft and tender inside.

She didn’t come, I didn’t feel the vibration, but she must have felt mine.  When I had let it out, she leaned forward and kissed me again.

I had marked her as my woman that night.  Until I couldn’t anymore.

On the last one, she finally had me use a condom.  She was a bit clumsy putting it on me, but it was, and for that one, she got up on all fours, and this time it was me behind her.

I fucked her.

I fucked dad out of her.

I fucked every man that she had ever been with out of her at that time.

She was mine.

Shiori was MINE!

And when I came, and collapsed on top of her, kissing her back and falling to the side, she collected her prize.

My filled condom.

She tied it up and put it aside.

The time had gotten late.

So we spent the last half hour in each other’s arms.

She had told me she wanted to sleep at her house tonight.

That was fine.  Maybe she needed a bit of time to cope with what happened as well.

She promised to call me.

When we got dressed, I insisted on dressing her.

“Why?” she asked “It’s not morning?”

“I never want you to believe that I would fuck you, and leave you to clean up by yourself.  I will never abandon you.”

So I slid her panties which had a trace of blood on the side.  I decided not to ask.  If it was something to do with her period it might be embarrassing to her after all the already traumatising things I had to do with her.  I would ask later on.

I put on her bra, and helped with her skirt, and her shirt, and socks and shoes…

Then I dressed myself, but she insisted on helping as well, so I obliged her.

I hope she feels the same as I do.

Fully dressed, she pocketed the used condom, disposed of the wrapper, and collected her phone.  After that, we left the room together, and exited the hotel.

I escorted her home, but she left me at the doorway with a goodbye kiss.

I’ll call you tomorrow.

After that, I walked home alone.

When I got in, Ruru and Kana-chan were waiting for me.

“How did it go?” Ruru asked, but I could only hold onto her and cry.

I couldn’t cry with Shiori, but I cried to Ruru, and also to Kanae.

There was no sex that night with the two remaining flowers.

They protected me as I cried, this time a man, but every bit as emotionally confused as the boy otaku I had been most everyday of my life.

Ruru on my right tonight, Kanae on my left.

They healed me up as best as they could.

But with the events of the night weighing down on me, I fell asleep.

I didn’t dream.

I closed my eyes, and a short time later they were open.

Ruru and Kanae both gave me her good morning call.

But that was the only call I received.

It would be three long and excruciating days before I heard a single word from Nakada-san.

I had received a single message from Kii-chan, which was to give her time and space for now.

As much as I wanted to go to her house, to hold her, and tell her it was going to be alright, I knew I had no right to say those words.  Not to her, not to myself.

On the third day, the text message appeared from Shi-chan.

“Put the camera on.  I want to watch you make love to Ruru.  But be gentle with her, okay?”

…

Shi-chan, are you okay?

(Secret 48:  For those three days, Kana-chan was lost entirely, having to be comforted by Kouta who was also scared he had lost her.  Ruru did her best to give Kanae her touch, and to include Kouta to heal him.  It was a poor substitute, but it helped them both, until her return later on.)

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