The Lamborghini Aventador purred as it pulled into the semicircle driveway in front of Royal Crest Academy, one of the most elite high schools in Mumbai.
Though classes had ended over a week ago, today marked the farewell party—a formal sendoff for the graduating elite, hosted by the school board and sponsored by billionaire alumni.
Rai had no intention of attending initially.
But then Tanya—his sister, his slut—had crawled into his lap that morning and whispered, "Let me show them who truly owns me now…"
And that was all it took.
The car door swung upward like the wings of a dragon.
Rai stepped out first, dressed not like a student, but a god of wealth and control. His black fitted suit hugged his powerful frame, blood-red tie perfectly knotted at his collar. His eyes—crimson, sharp, magnetic—scanned the school building with quiet amusement.
From the passenger side, Tanya stepped out.
Her dress was a sinful twist on elegance—midnight blue with a slit that ran dangerously high up her thigh.
Her breasts, barely restrained by the plunging neckline, bounced subtly with each step. Her hair was styled in long curls cascading down her back, and her choker shimmered beneath the lights of the academy.
Every eye turned to them.
Classmates. Teachers. Parents.
The golden boy had returned—with the most beautiful girl at his side.
Only if they knew.
Only if they had seen what Rai had done to her just moments ago in the car… her lips stretched, her throat bulging, her mascara running as she swallowed his seed like her morning devotion.
Tanya slipped her arm into his and pressed close to his side, smiling demurely like a perfect sister. But her thighs still trembled from the drive.
As they entered the hall, the crowd parted.
Rai's presence was undeniable.
Every girl who had gossiped about him fell silent. Every boy who had once felt superior now stepped aside.
He walked as if the floor bowed beneath his steps.
And behind the polished doors of the farewell ballroom, a hundred lights twinkled above tables dressed in silver and white.
A classical string quartet played softly, while staff carried drinks in tall flutes.
Tanya leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Look how they stare at you… even our teachers can't hide it."
"Let them stare," Rai replied softly. "You're leaking my cum down your thighs, and they don't even know."
She shivered, clinging tighter.
They mingled, briefly. Rai spoke little. He didn't need to. His mere presence was enough.
When a girl approached, flustered and giddy, her smile faltered when Tanya kissed Rai's cheek in front of everyone and whispered, "You didn't finish inside me this morning, Master…"
The girl fled.
The only ones bold enough to still try flirting were a few hot teachers, the daughters of a minister, and a few billionaires.
Rai noted them all.
His web was only just beginning.
Then, while others gathered for a final group photo on stage, he guided Tanya toward a side corridor—unused, dark, away from the polished air of farewells.
And there… he kissed her.
Deep. Hungry. Twisting her body into the wall as his hand slid up her thigh.
She moaned against his lips, already pulling her panties aside.
"Here?" she whispered.
Rai grinned, his hand already pressing between her folds.
"Why not let this school remember us the way it should…"
Tanya gasped as his fingers dipped into her warmth—already soaked despite the silence, despite the setting.
Her hips jerked forward, pressing into his palm like a trained animal craving her master's touch.
The lights overhead flickered faintly as her back pressed against the cold chalkboard behind her, the scent of old paper and polish blending now with something primal, raw, and rising.
"This was where I sat," she whispered, breathless, as his fingers circled her clit in slow, cruel rhythms. "Back when I… I used to pretend I wasn't thinking about you."
"And now you'll cum here for real," Rai said, his voice low, vibrating with controlled lust. "No more pretending. No more shame. Just my sister—spread for me. Needing me."
She whimpered as he pushed her harder into the board, his knee slipping between her thighs to part them wider.
Her dress was already halfway up her hips.
Her panties?
He grabbed them and tore them down in one swift, brutal rip.
Shrrp.
They slid to the floor, a soaked scrap of fabric that no longer mattered.
Rai turned her, bent her over the desk in one motion, and pressed her upper body flat against the cold wood.
Her breasts spilled against the surface, nipples stiff and aching.
Tanya shivered, moaning softly.
And then—
He entered her.
Schlk.
"Ahhh—M-Master—"
Her moan echoed off the classroom walls, wild and high-pitched, muffled only by her own arm as she bit down on it, trying not to scream as his cock slammed deep into her cunt.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
He gripped her hips and fucked her like he was claiming territory.
His hips moved with brutal control—each thrust rocking her body forward on the desk, her fingers splayed, nails scratching desperate lines into the surface.
"Do you feel that?" he growled, leaning over her back, his breath hot against her neck. "The classroom watching you… your friends posing for photos while I fill you up like a common whore."
"Y-Yes!" she gasped, voice cracking. "I want them to hear me… I want them to know what I am."
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"And what are you?"
"Your slave… your sister… your slut—AHH—!"
Her words cut into a scream as he angled deeper, hitting her sweet spot with surgical precision.
Then the doorknob rattled.
Rai froze.
Tanya whimpered.
The knob clicked.
The door creaked open—
And there she was.
Sheila.
The principal's daughter.
A girl with long, toned legs and brown skin glowing under hallway lights, her hair tied in a high ponytail, wore a tight, satin wine-red dress that barely reached mid-thigh.
Her heels clicked softly as she stepped into the room, her expression caught halfway between amusement and hunger.
She saw everything—Tanya bent over the desk, Rai behind her, cock buried deep, sweat clinging to both their skin.
She didn't scream.
She didn't gasp.
She smiled.
"Well," she said, shutting the door behind her. "I was wondering why Master didn't show up to the photo session."
Rai didn't move.
He just gave her a glance. Dominant. Approving.
"You're late."
Sheila stepped forward, already pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. "Then I should be punished."
Tanya moaned helplessly on the desk, her legs trembling as Rai began to move again.
PAH. PAH.
Sheila let the dress fall to the floor, revealing she wore nothing underneath.
She crawled up beside Tanya and kissed her—slow, possessive, her fingers trailing down to stroke her clit while Rai kept pounding her from behind.
Tanya sobbed against Sheila's lips.
"Thank you… thank you for joining…"
"I never left," Sheila whispered back. "I've always belonged to him."
Rai grunted and pulled out of Tanya, leaving her twitching and soaked.
Then he shoved Sheila onto her back on the desk, grabbing her ankles and lifting them over his shoulders.
Squelch.
He entered her asshole in one hard thrust.
"F-Fuck—yes—Master—yes—!" Sheila screamed, her back arching.
He pounded her without mercy, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
Tanya slid between their bodies, licking where they joined, moaning as Rai's cock disappeared into Sheila's asshole again and again.
Two girls—bent, broken, moaning in chorus.
And as the school sang and clapped for memories and goodbyes outside the hall…
Rai carved his own legacy into Room A3—one moan, one thrust, one broken girl at a time.
Outside the ballroom, far removed from the glowing lights and cheerful farewells, Suraj wandered the empty corridor, confusion creasing his brow.
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his wrinkled suit. His tie was loose. His hair, as usual, was slightly unkempt.
He had been looking for Tanya, the girl he had adored in silence for years. The one he dreamed of sitting beside in lectures, of asking out after graduation, of holding hands with when no one else looked.
She hadn't been in the photo group.
She hadn't shown up for the farewell speech.
So he searched, hoping—just maybe—that he could catch her alone and give her the letter he had written the night before.
He turned a corner.
Stopped.
A sound echoed from behind a closed door.
Moaning. Slapping. Wetness.
His heart froze.
That voice…
Tanya?
A louder cry spilled from inside, desperate and drenched in pleasure.
"AHHH—Master—fuck me harder—yes—YES!"
Suraj's face went pale.
"No…"
His hand trembled as it reached for the doorknob.
His mind screamed to turn back.
But curiosity burned stronger.
He pushed the door open—
And the world he knew ended.
His eyes widened in silent horror.
There, bent over a desk, was Tanya, her dress hiked up, her back arched, sweat dripping down her spine.
Behind her—Rai, naked from the waist down, his cock buried deep inside Sheila, who lay moaning beneath him. Her legs were over his shoulders, her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.
And between them, like a slut desperate for reward, Tanya's tongue licked up the mixture of cum and juices that spilled from Sheila's asshole, eyes glazed with devotion.
"Master… please—let me taste more—fill her again—"
Rai's head turned.
Crimson eyes locked onto Suraj's frozen form at the doorway.
He didn't stop.
He didn't even slow.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
He pounded Sheila harder, her screams filling the room as Tanya moaned against her.
Suraj stood paralyzed.
Every breath hurt.
His legs shook.
His hands dropped the envelope.
Rai grinned.
"Well, well. The boy finally sees the truth."
Suraj tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
Rai pulled out of Sheila and stepped around the desk, still naked, cock glistening with fresh cum.
He stopped in front of Suraj, towering over him.
"You had a crush on her, didn't you?" he asked casually, nodding toward Tanya, who still licked between Sheila's thighs like an obedient pet. "You thought one day she'd smile and hold your hand… maybe even kiss you."
Suraj's lips parted, tears welling in his eyes. "T-Tanya…"
Rai chuckled.
"She belongs to me. Her body. Her voice. Her womb. Everything."
Behind them, Tanya rose slowly from between Sheila's legs. Her thighs glistened. Her lips were red and wet.
She looked at Suraj with no trace of guilt.
No shame.
Only blank, blissful loyalty.
"Suraj…" she said softly. "You were always so sweet."
He stepped forward, heart pounding. "Tanya, he's using you—he's… you don't have to do this—"
"I want to," she said.
Her voice was calm. Certain. Terrifying.
"He's my brother and my Master. I serve him. I let him break me."
Rai stepped aside, letting Suraj stare at her fully. She stood nude now, covered in sweat and seed, eyes shining like a temple priestess, but one who had chosen her god long ago.
"And your mother?" Rai added, voice low. "She moans louder than Tanya. Ask her next time you see her. Or better yet… check the marks I left on her ass, tits, neck."
Suraj's heart shattered.
"No…"
He stumbled back.
"I hope you find someone nice… someone kind," Tanya says.
She paused.
"But never someone better. Because he already owns all of us."
Suraj turned and fled, the hallway spinning.
Behind the door, Rai's laugh echoed deep and cruel.
And the farewell party continued… utterly unaware that one boy had just been destroyed while two women were fucked again in the dark.
The classroom was silent now—save for the faint echo of Sheila's soft breathing and the distant murmur of farewell speeches down the corridor.
The door clicked shut with finality.
Suraj was gone.
Fled like a boy who'd seen something far too real.
Tanya still stood where she'd kissed his cheek… her naked body trembling faintly. Not from guilt. Not from doubt.
But from the way his eyes had looked at her—as if she were ruined.
She lowered her head.
Tears pricked the edges of her eyes, not because she regretted serving Rai, but because a part of her, somewhere buried and small, had still hoped Suraj would look at her with desire… not heartbreak.
Her lip trembled. "M-Master… I didn't mean to—"
"Don't."
Rai's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
He stepped behind her, still naked, his cock semi-hard and glistening with Sheila's wetness. One hand slipped around her bare waist; the other cupped her throat gently.
"Look at me."
Tanya turned her head slowly, eyes still downcast, blinking hard.
He tilted her chin up, locking her gaze with his crimson eyes.
"You're mine."
He spoke softly, but every word carried thunder.
"You are not here to be adored by schoolboys. You are not here to be remembered as the innocent girl in a farewell photo. You are here to serve. To obey. To be broken and rebuilt by me."
Tanya's breath hitched.
"But he… he looked at me like I was—filth—"
Rai pressed his forehead against hers, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her gasp.
"You are," he whispered.
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