Next morning I find strength, for it is Friday. I slip out of my tee and panties, pull up my thong, clasp my bra, slip on my skirt, and button up my blazer. Finally I adjust the bow, and make sure that my hair is presentable.
I can't quite keep it as long as I might like. The fantasy of hair down past your ass is appealing, but the amount of work involved in it ruthlessly crushes said fantasy. Just past my shoulders is good enough, since it isn't too much trouble and affords me a lot of options for styles. Finally done selecting my accessories, I double check my school bag and gym bag for everything I need and then make my way downstairs.
"Oh, look who is presentable and on time today," my mom grabs me in a hug and kisses my cheek, "you only just missed dad."
"Thanks for the kind words, mom," I return her affections before we split apart and make my way to the kitchen, "there was no provision for breakfast in our agreement, right?"
"You just sit down and I'll have something ready for you soon."
"Thanks, mom."
"Of course, got to feed you well so you are ready for the tournament in a few months," she starts happily humming.
I don't know if it's because of anime, athletics, teenager, or a combination of all three, but I am truly a bottomless hole. It is wonderful to not have to watch my figure.
"I can just feel it, this year is going to be yours, honey."
I can't compete in the U17 for the Badminton Asia Junior Championship anymore, so I'm less optimistic than my mother.
"Yeah, I definitely got it," it is nice to have parents that believe in you.
"Maybe we can bribe you to improve your performance," my mom says as she sets a plate in front of me, and gives me a kiss on the head.
"Mom, please," I roll my eyes, "then again I wouldn't be against bribing," I ponder out loud before I start eating.
"Of course you wouldn't," she laughs, "I know you'll be doing your best, don't worry."
She disappears into the living room, and after I finish my meal and set my dishes in the sink, I grab my lunch from the fridge.
"I'm heading out mom!"
"Have a good day!" she shouts back.
I slip on my shoes, grab my bags and leave.
"Guess who has money," I immediately rub it in Jun's face as we sit down at my desk, well he sits on it.
"I'm impressed you managed to trick your parents."
"No trick, just hard work! Tremble before my genius," I give him a smug look.
"If your parents conned you into doing chores just for getting your allowance a bit early, I think they would be the geniuses."
I shove him off my desk.
"So mean," he pouts, and I roll my eyes.
"You are focusing on the wrong points. So shopping trip tomorrow definitely. After lunch."
"Of course, your imperial majesty," he says as he sits down on my desk again.
I shove him off again.
"What did I say this time?" he complains from the floor.
"I just find it amusing. Consider it an advance for the next time you say something offensive."
"Violence is bad, you know?"
"Then you shouldn't incite violence," I counter.
"Considering you are the only one treating me this way, I don't think that's right," he finally stands up again.
"Then clearly I'm the only one treating you the right way," I tilt my head in faux thought.
"Maybe I'm the one who needs a new best friend."
"I'm sadly that best you can do."
"Now it's my turn to be depressed," he sits down on my desk again. I am impressed by his boldness.
"Well, then all is right in the world."
He pouts even more, but before he can retort the teacher arrives and calls the class to order.
Freedom has been achieved once again. I stretch and crack my back a little as I stand up. I don't think I want to go to college once I'm finally done with high school. It's a bit risky since this is clearly a hentai world, but maybe I can be a model? Else I can always fall back on selling nudes online. I just need to pile up enough money, so I can hopefully live off my savings for the rest of my life. I'd prefer not getting a 'real' job.
That might mean I need to reconsider my spending habits, which is a tough sell. I still haven't managed to procure the required articles for pulling off full ham Gothic Lolita, which is such a pity since it suits me so well. I could have done it, if I didn't always get distracted by other cheaper options.
I say goodbye to Jun and start making my way to practice. The coach is paying extra attention to me, something that I appreciate, even if it is hard. I'm not sure why he has such big hopes for me, especially going into a tournament where I'm far from favored, but I will nonetheless do my best to not disappoint him too much.
Ah, maybe you should disappoint and he will have a delicious punishment for you.
Okay, first of all: Bad slut brain, bad, I respect that man. Second of all, the man is old enough to be my father, if not older.
Maybe you can call him daddy.
I let out a sigh as I make my way to the locker room.
The shower after practice always help with my sore muscles, and I close my eyes enjoying it as idle chatter passes me by.
"What about you, Akane?" hearing my name I tune back in, and take a moment to mentally go over what I missed.
"I'm going out shopping with Jun tomorrow," I respond to the inquiry about my weekend plans.
"Are you two really not dating? He is cute."
"Me and Jun dating is a thing that will never happen," I refute. It's an easy promise since I don't want to date any man.
"Hmm, maybe I should give it a shot? Maybe you can help me out?"
"Sure, I'll do what I can," I respond. Despite how effeminate Jun is he might very well be straight. Maybe if I throw a girl at him I can finally find out if he is straight or not?
It takes almost fifteen minutes before I have answered her questions satisfactorily, and I grab my things and leave.
Out in the sun I pull out my phone to check the time, then I start making my way towards the gymnasium where they have basketball practice. They've already finished, so I find a nice spot to observe them as they leave.
Finally I spot Noburo, I manage to catch his eyes and gesture with my head, then I disappear behind the building, drop my bags, lean against the wall, and wait.
A few minutes later he finally shows up, brown hair still tousled from the shower.
Noburo is exactly the type for slut brain. Or well, perhaps it's more accurate to say it's my type: Handsome, tall, and a well defined physique.
I grab him by his collar as he opens his mouth, presumably to say hello, and shove him against the wall, his bags are dropped in the process. He looks down at me, eyes widened slightly in surprised, and I give him a smirk.
"No time for talk, lover boy. I got places to be."
I squat down, undo his belt, his pants, and finally pull down both his pants and underwear.
"For good luck on your match tomorrow," I say as I wrap a hand around him.
To no surprise it doesn't take more than few moments before he starts getting hard.
"Dammit Akane, what's wrong with hello?" he sucks in his breath as I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his head.
I swirl my tongue around his glans just the way he likes while keeping eye contact, though it's really mostly my hand putting in work at the moment. I have a sixth sense for his complaints at this point, so I start warming up my throat in advance.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, but," whatever he was going to say I expertly managed to avoid by letting go with my hand, and pushing my head forward.
He is completely distracted as bit by bit I swallow him, until finally my face is buried in his crotch. I pull back, looking up at him with tears in the corner of my eyes, and after getting my breath back I start bobbing my head up and down, though at a more moderate pace.
Whatever he was wanting to talk about is clearly forgotten by now thankfully. Instead I turn my focus fully on completing my task. Blowjobs are a strange thing I've found out on this side of things, simply because the options you have available to you. In a way, it also doesn't matter what you do, as whoever you are doing it to probably just appreciates getting a blowjob. So the correct answer is to just have fun, as long as you don't bite.
He puts his hand on my head, running them through my hair. It's strangely nice.
It might not stimulate much, but I find great enjoyment in it as I hold him with one hand, and let my tongue run from the base to tip of the underside of his cock. He doesn't seem to dislike it either, as he always looks at me with worship in his eyes whenever I do it.
"Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck," he eloquently responds as I finish and once again wrap my lips around him.
He is getting closer though. I take him all the way inside again, choking on his length for a little before releasing him with a wet pop, strands of saliva still connecting us. I don't particularly enjoy it, but slut brain is mostly at the wheel, and she loves it. It is admittedly a little impressive. Noburo might not be the largest in this hentai world, but roughly 7 inches is still difficult to swallow.
I open my mouth wide, stick my tongue out, then start jerking him off more seriously. Less than thirty seconds later I'm treated to the sensation of spurt after spurt of cum filling my mouth. It is an odd feeling, but I don't actively dislike it. I patiently wait, and once I'm sure he is finished I pull back and close my mouth. I coat my tongue, open my mouth to show off, then close again, and swallow. His eyes following my every movement which I do enjoy. It's nice to be appreciated for your hard work.
"Thanks for the meal," I say and playfully kiss the head.
I pull up his underwear first, hiding away his still halfway erect cock. Then his pants, I redo his zipper and button, before fixing his belt, and finally I stand up.
"Well, that was fun," I grab my bags, "later," I throw a wave over my shoulder as I leave.
Okay, admittedly this was not part of my plans for life, but it's amazing what you can get used to. I am just a very confused lesbian clearly. There are a lot of confused lesbians out there performing oral sex on men. I think. Besides, it helps keeping slut brain quiet. Watch: Hey slut brain, want to go and do something fun?
See, quiet. Blessedly quiet. I've found it's better to just throw her a bone every now and then so she doesn't get completely unmanageable. Noburo isn't my first, but we've been doing this since the second semester of my first year, and every now and then I hit him up. I like him, because even though he might whine a little, he quickly shuts up, and he's always up for more. It's an arrangement that works. It's also been nice enough the times we've kissed and he put his fingers to use, I suppose.
I've got good time, so I swing by a convenience store on the way home where I pick up a lollipop I pop in my mouth and a fashion magazine. Sure, I might not be able to afford anything shown, but it's a good choice for educating myself and getting ideas. Slut brain is quiet, so she doesn't insistently direct me towards pictures of muscly men in trunks.
Happy with my prizes I turn towards home and the promise of dinner, since despite what I've said, semen is not a meal, and my stomach is grumbly.