What happened to Akane didn't spread to the rest of the school; only the three of them knew.
The situation was shrouded in mystery. Both Shoya and Coach Azuma had been standing near her. She was fine one minute, and then... this.
Akane herself was paralyzed with fear. The lingering pleasure and the marks on her body told her a man had done this to her. A man had definitely taken her!!
But... she didn't know who.
Regardless of the truth, the reality was unchangeable. She had been... she had lost her virginity. Her first time was gone.
Thud.
Akane slumped to the ground, her strength gone.
"Akane..."
Shoya saw the hollow, dark look in her eyes. He wanted to comfort her, but... who would comfort him? He needed someone to tell him it wasn't real!
It was her first time, wasn't it? Her purity, her chastity... stolen just like that?
Shoya's shoulders slumped. He leaned against the tree, falling into a silent, catatonic state. Every time he thought of her being taken, his heart felt like it was being shredded.
Coach Azuma's face was grim. He was in a foul mood too. He had been planning to find an opportunity to break this manager in and make her his toy. Who knew someone would beat him to it?
Damm it!
But whatever. He didn't care much for virginity anyway. As long as she was still here, it was fine. Looking at the dazed Akane, he noticed she now possessed a certain seductive charm she lacked before.
Especially now that she had transitioned from a girl to a woman.
He needed to move faster. He'd find a chance to snatch her up and train her into his slave before someone else claimed her entirely.
Akane was oblivious to the coach's sinister, lecherous thoughts. She was still immersed in the grief of losing her virginity and the fear of that unknown man. Despite the summer heat, she was shivering.
"Shoya..."
Finally regaining some strength, she looked up, hoping to talk to him. Perhaps only Shoya could comfort her now. But the "victim" didn't seem to hear her, staring blankly at nothing.
"Shoya, Akane isn't doing well. As a man, you should talk to her," Coach Azuma said, intentionally patting his shoulder. "It's not like she wanted this, right?"
"Akane..."
Shoya finally snapped out of it and met her eyes. As their gazes locked, their hearts drew a little closer. He could feel her terror. Just as he was about to speak, Akane's expression changed drastically.
Buzz—
The Lust Crest activated.
That feeling was back. Her body was becoming uncontrollable, hypersensitive. A surge of hunger and emptiness roared through her, along with the heat of the liquid still inside her... Ugh!
No, no! She couldn't humiliate herself in front of Shoya again!
"Shoya, I... I need to go change my clothes—"
Akane clutched her chest, turned, and ran toward the girls' bathroom. Shoya watched her go, feeling a sinking sensation that she was drifting further and further away until she would be lost to him forever.
"Akane..."
Coach Azuma, watching from the side, saw more than Shoya did. His eyes gleamed. That Akane... was unexpectedly lewd.
Bang—
Inside the girls' bathroom, Akane slammed the stall door shut. Panting, she looked down at herself. She carefully lifted her shirt, exposing her pale breasts and soft skin. Seeing the clear handprints and bruises, she bit her lip.
The pungent taste in her mouth refused to fade. It was her first time tasting it, but she knew exactly what it represented.
She lifted her skirt... her soaked panties were stained with various fluids and spots of blood. Looking deep into her secret garden, her pupils contracted. She finally saw it—the pink, heart-shaped wing mark.
It was glowing.
"What... what is this?"
What the hell was this thing?
With every pulse of the light, her body grew more sensitive, more starved. As her fingers brushed against her private area, she shuddered violently. "Ugh!!"
Her body...
This strange mark...
"Who was it? The man who took my first time... who the hell was it?"
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"Mmm~~"
"Who... who are you?"
On the other side of the school, another beautiful girl with short, shoulder-length hair and a massive chest was asking the exact same question.
After leaving the track club, Alex headed toward the locker rooms. Although he wasn't familiar with the school layout, finding the girls' locker rooms and bathrooms was easy.
As expected, he hit the jackpot in the locker room. He found several great girls. Even if they weren't main heroines, he didn't care. As long as they weren't "public buses," he could accept them.
He left his marks on several girls, including the [Lust Crest], branding them as his property forever before taking their bodies.
The locker room floor was now a mess of spilled juices and spent essence. The girls lay there in a state of debauched ruin. As Alex walked through the halls, he didn't forget to use [Absolute Control] to implant physical suggestions and [Hypnosis] for psychological cues.
Since this was his "Debauched Academy," he had to control the student body. He was lenient with the females—they were just his harem of maids. As for the males... heh.
Kasumi Haruno was one of the girls in the locker room. She had just finished P.E. and was changing out of her gym shorts. Just as she pulled them down, the world flickered. Her classmates, who had been changing with her, were suddenly slumped against the lockers, looking both resistant and lost in ecstasy.
The room was filled with a thick, musky scent. Seeing them exposed, with fluids staining their thighs and the floor, sent a shock straight to her brain.
Before she could process the scene, she realized she couldn't move. Her body was frozen, as if controlled by an invisible force. Her eyes shook with terror as she felt a pair of strange hands grab her from behind.
Ugh!!!
What... what was happening?
Who was it? Someone was behind her, but she couldn't move or turn her head. A wicked hand slid under her armpit, reaching around to grab her sensitive chest.
He—he was actually grabbing a girl's breasts... and so hard!
Eeee...
St-stop! It was too hard, too aggressive. Those were a girl's most private spots, how could he... and those weren't a girl's hands. It was a boy.
Who was it?
No, please...