Jin advanced along the tree-lined sidewalk, grateful for the shade in that fucking June heat and although he was team winter, to be fair, the heat had its perks.
The girls at the Tokyo school had already made the transition to summer clothes and in this Hentai reality, that meant one thing:
The girls' skirts seemed to have shrunk several inches and wherever he looked, there was a parade of plump thighs and bare skin glistening under the sun.
...
As soon as his tall figure crossed the threshold of the school, the atmosphere changed. Nearby conversations stopped and were replaced by excited murmurs and nervous giggles.
For the girls around, running into Jin Kurosaki at the entrance wasn't a simple coincidence, it was like they had won the lottery.
He wasn't just another student, he was the royalty of Tokyo First High School, the most coveted guy in the academy.
Completely immune to that daily adoration, Jin ignored the gazes stuck to his back and walked straight to his classroom, opened the door and entered the third-year Class A.
Tokyo First High School segregated people according to their intellect: from Class A to Class E.
Jin headed directly to his seat in the back row. With his height of over one meter eighty-five, sitting in front would have been a nuisance to the others, but the isolation suited him well.
His mere presence was like throwing gasoline on the fire. The atmosphere of the classroom, which was already noisy, became more intense instantly.
"Fuck, he's perfect..."
"God, look at his back!"
"I'm dying for him to grab me... I want him to smash me against the desk and fuck me without mercy."
The girls whispered with burning cheeks, letting out their dirtiest fantasies without any shame. While the poor guys in the class, who worshipped them as if they were innocent, probably would have shot themselves if they heard the filth they were saying.
Jin reached his seat and dropped his backpack. He took a quick glance at the desk cubby and as usual, it was jammed to the brim with pink envelopes and scented little hearts.
Without altering his expression by a millimeter, he pulled out the whole pile of letters as if they were trash, walked to the back of the room and threw them directly into the trash can.
Without reading a single one.
The sound of the envelopes hitting the bottom of the trash can was accompanied by a chorus of stifled sighs in the class.
It was a mix of frustration and masochism, the rejection hurt them, but that arrogance turned them on.
But when Jin returned to his seat, a vivacious voice came from his side:
"Good morning~ Jin-kun!"
Jin turned his head, and his gaze instantly locked onto his deskmate, Natsuha Shinomiya.
"Good morning, Natsuha."
Her face was a death trap.
Porcelain skin, perfect and without a single blemish, and those eyes... Fuck, those bright purple eyes were pure lust.
They had those bedroom eyes, coquettish and hungry, that screamed "fuck me" without saying a word. Her lips, plump and a tempting red, seemed designed specifically for sucking and being bitten.
But what really made Jin's blood boil was what was further down. Those two massive udders were simply ridiculous.
Some of the biggest he had ever seen, if not the biggest.
The school uniform could barely contain them, the fabric of the white shirt was stretched to the limit, about to burst from the pressure of those gigantic melons.
It was as if they were screaming to be set free...
His gaze went down, unable to resist and a pair of shapely and deliciously thick legs were wrapped in thin, translucent white stockings.
They looked so fucking soft and tight that the sheer image of spreading those legs and burying his face between them made him salivate.
'What a piece of fresh meat,' Jin thought, running his tongue over his lips while his mind filled with dirty images of what he would do to that perfect body.
Of course, Natsuha noticed that little tongue movement and a smirk of smugness and pure pleasure began to curve her lips
But before she could gloat over her little victory, Jin looked away, pulled a textbook out of his backpack and started studying
'Please,' he thought cynically while turning a page. 'Are some beautiful tits going to be more important than my goals? I have priorities.'
"..."
Natsuha's smile transformed into a grimace of pure frustration.
It had been two damn years like this.... Two years using every trick, showing herself off, provoking him with her body... and the only thing she achieved was getting him to stare at her for a second longer than usual before going back to ignoring her completely.
It was exasperating.
And the worst part of all was that she couldn't let it go.
Let's admit it: she was completely obsessed with him.
The story goes back to her first year of high school. As soon as Natsuha set foot on campus, she already had half the male population drooling after her.
But it was shortly after, when puberty hit her like a freight train and gifted her that monstrous and obscene physical development, that she really became the undisputed queen.
Her curves became dangerous and that chest grew until it defied logic.
If it weren't because she was an "ice princess" who kept herself clean and pure, the list of guys who would have run through her could have filled the starting lineup of three whole soccer teams.
However, everything changed when she ran into Jin.
It was then that she discovered, to her horror, that her proud body seemed to have not even the slightest effect on him.
Although Jin gave her those polite smiles, Natsuha noticed the barrier he created.
Offended and determined to prove that all men were the same, she set out to hunt him down. She pulled strings, pressured the class representative and got what she wanted: the seat right next to him.
The plan was to conquer him and break that indifference.
But the move went terribly wrong: the hunter ended up becoming the prey. In that daily coexistence, breathing his same air, she ended up hopelessly in love with him.
That model face... that hard and sculpted body, and that deceptively kind smile had her obsessed.
He was her drug.
The madness reached its peak the day Jin stepped in to destroy some blond-haired bastard who wouldn't stop harassing her.
Seeing him exert that protective violence pushed her to the edge.
[But, let's be cold: did he do it out of chivalry or love? No fucking way, most likely he was just looking to collect the system reward]
Two years trapped in the friendzone... That was her sad reality.
But Natsuha was sick of this. With graduation breathing down their necks, she decided the time for subtlety was over.
It was time to quit beating around the bush and launch a frontal attack.
She stared at his sharp profile, swallowed hard to calm her nerves, and dropped the question:
"Hey, Jin-kun... do you have any free time these days?"
Jin didn't even look up from his book.
"Mmm? Free? If by 'free' you mean burying myself in textbooks for the college entrance exams, then yeah, my schedule is packed."
Natsuha didn't let that discourage her.
She saw an opening and pounced.
"Perfect. Then why don't you come over to my place this afternoon to study? You know... I'm having trouble with some of the material..., and I need you to give me some private tutoring."
Jin arched an eyebrow, evaluating the proposal.
"Private tutoring, huh?" he reflected for a second, "Fine by me. But I have to let them know at home so they don't wait up for me."
"Don't even bother, I'll tell them!" Natsuha interrupted him, whipping out her cell phone with alarming speed and her eyes shining with excitement, "I already have your sisters in my contacts from last time. I'll handle it."
Her target was Yuna. Compared to the other sister, Yuna was an easy mark.
She typed at the speed of light, moving her thumbs like a pro. Seconds later, Jin's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
Yuna's message flashed on the screen:
(Natsuha already told me the plan. Okay, go study with her this afternoon. But don't forget to come home for dinner, got it? 😉)
Jin read the message and let out a laugh at his sister's attempt at authority. He locked the phone and gave Natsuha a nod.
'Bingo!' Natsuha celebrated, suppressing the urge to jump for joy.
Phase one was complete. Now she just had to wait for the afternoon and as soon as they were alone and she deployed her secret weapon, Jin would have no escape from her arms.
...
The wall clock struck nine o'clock and the shrill bell rang, announcing the start of first period.
It was time for History.
The teacher was supposed to be Mr. Sato, a boring and completely forgettable middle-aged guy.
But the door opened, and who walked in wasn't Sato. It was a total bombshell.
A woman with a body and a presence that shouldn't be legal in an educational institution.
She was wearing a professional-style long-sleeved white shirt, but the poor fabric was stretched to the absolute limit over her torso. The center buttons were strained to the extreme, clinging to the buttonholes in a desperate effort to contain the flesh that was struggling to escape.
Below, a dark blue pencil skirt, obscenely tight, outlined a spectacular ass and wide, mature hips, tracing every curve with painful precision.
Her hair, a lovely shade of light brown, almost blonde, was pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, giving her an air of efficiency that her body completely belied.
She had a gorgeous face, with a natural glow and that type of mature, maternal charm that made her fucking irresistible.
But nobody was looking at her face.
All the classroom's attention was instantly absorbed by the heavy, wobbling load that threatened to burst from her neckline at any second.
They were colossal, heavy breasts, a true work of biological engineering.
Jin, who still had the image of Natsuha's tits fresh in his memory, almost choked.
He didn't expect to run into competition for Natsuha so soon.
'Fuck, what a pair of monstrosities!' he thought, unable to tear his eyes away from that majestic rack. 'Where did this beautiful cow come from?'
As soon as the class realized it wasn't the boring old Mr. Sato walking through the door, murmurs erupted instantly.
"Fuck! Who is that?"
"No idea, but she's hot as fuck. Is she lost?"
"No way, idiot. That's Mrs. Shirakawa. She taught the second years. How the fuck do you not know that pair of tits?"
Clack, Clack, Clack
The sound of her heels hitting the floor set the rhythm. She walked toward the podium with elegance, making her hips sway with every step and leaving half the room mesmerized.
She reached the desk, dropped her notes, and gave a sharp rap with her knuckles on the wood to demand attention. The effect was immediate: the noise cut off instantly and there was absolute silence.
She scanned the room, nodded with satisfaction upon seeing she had total control, and smiled.
"Hello everyone, my name is Miwa Shirakawa."
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