Orion University, afternoon.
Haruno Himeko sat dazedly in her class, barely noticing what the professor was teaching. She kept thinking back to the earlier scene where Uehara Fumiko had asked Moeka to stay behind.
Fumiko's attitude did not seem unusual on the surface. Friends wanting to hang out, colleagues having work to discuss—there were countless reasons to cling on. Yet, Himeko could instinctively feel the less-than-friendly sparks from the other Alpha toward her. Knowing how Fumiko had been the first to mark Moeka, it roused further suspicions.
Of course, as someone Moeka had just known for a day, she had no right to interfere whatsoever in their business. Still... she could not help but agonize over it.
'What the hell could they be doing in the lab alone...?!'
Such questions haunted Himeko for the rest of her afternoon.
Meanwhile, Moeka was practically being devoured in the closed laboratory. To her dismay, Fumiko was the type of partner who liked to dominate through her kisses. Throughout the session, she fervently pressed her lips against Moeka's, pushing until the Omega could barely breathe.
''Mhmp...!''
It sounded like she was being suffocated. But even when her lips were numb, Fumiko kept going, inviting her tongue in intimately. Furthermore, kissing was not the only focus in Fumiko's mind.
With one hand, the Alpha thoroughly enjoyed Moeka's full, pillowy chest, her fingers sinking into the puff, sometimes pulling on the pinkish cherries. The other hand of hers spent its time trapped within Moeka's panties, soaking in a damp, scorching heat. Tracing the lines, it began to tease the Omega's lower lips, which felt both smooth and shy, as if they were blushing.
Fumiko monitored her partner, who was reduced to a sobbing mess from her relentless attack. Her middle finger carefully pried between the two plump lips, reaching the sticky, throbbing entrance. Lost in her lust, Fumiko began to play with it, barely noticing her own infatuation with the Omega's body.
Even then, considering Moeka's delicate showing so far, Fumiko was gentle. Until...
''M-More...''
A single word escaped Moeka's mouth, causing all strings to snap within Fumiko's head. A glance at her partner's face—deep blushing, eyes moist with tears, yet intensely yearning for pleasure—all efforts the Alpha made to restrain herself vanished.
''Hgnh...!''
Fumiko's cold touch suddenly pierced the entrance. It was the first time Moeka had something this deep inside her, foreign and ticklish, almost unbearably so. Still, her body heavily favored this sensation, as she soon found the itching in her crotch aggravating, perhaps urging someone to loosen it.
The Alpha seemed to detect this change by feeling the little tremors she let out. While secretly relieved that she had trimmed her nails just this morning, Fumiko began to push even deeper. Invading her childhood friend, now her girlfriend's, forbidden space was rather thrilling, especially since she could bully the ever-upright girl into such a spectacle. The feeling of conquest could not be more satisfying.
On the opposite side, Moeka felt unusually weak, as if she were at the mercy of the other person. But somehow, she did not hate it. Reeling in the intensifying pleasure, Moeka clutched her partner's back as another finger entered her.
Fumiko's slender, bony fingers soon reached a slight membrane—Moeka's virginity. Immediately, a solemn sort of seriousness descended on her face. Taking a deep breath, she said, ''Relax a little.''
Fumiko began kissing Moeka again—a tender, slow kiss that eased the Omega. Then, her fingers slowly punctured the delicate membrane, eliciting a pained yelp from her partner. Tears once again welled up in the corners of Moeka's eyes, streaking down once they overflowed, yet Moeka herself was smiling once the kiss ended, seeming like the happiest girl in the world.
''I love you, Miko.'' She whispered.
The sight was overwhelmingly mesmerizing for Fumiko. She nodded, ''Me too,'' Before diving into the actions once again.
After confirming it no longer hurt, Fumiko was now free to release her insatiable desires onto Moeka. She began moving more quickly, with each thrust deepening her insertion by a small margin. The rhythm steadily sent Moeka closer and closer to a climax, as Fumiko repeatedly tapped on her G-spot while sending the full length in.
''Ngh...! Hgn...!''
Moeka could only cover her own mouth to prevent shameful noises from leaking. Fumiko, on the other hand, was unfazed. As her fingers messed up her partner below, she also burrowed her head into the woman's neck, sniffing for that one spot on her nape. Thoughts and actions—both were instinctual for the Alpha, who was dead-focused on making this Omega hers.
Eventually, she found it—a soft patch of skin signature of Omegas, oozing dense pheromones. If she bit into it, the mark would become permanent, representing an inseparable bond between the two. And if Moeka also bit into hers... the two would forever become soulmates.
''I'll do it now.'' Fumiko said, ''Hold tight.''
Moeka followed her partner's words to a tee, clinging with all her limbs. Fumiko cautiously licked the sensitive gland, causing Moeka to flinch each time, making her cavity tighter. Even then, the Alpha never ceased her attack, keeping her pace constant. The sudden escalation to an orgasm was often abrupt, and when Moeka had been edging onto it for so long, she desperately wanted it.
''Q-Quickly!''
Sensing the right moment, Fumiko decisively sank her teeth into Moeka's gland, drawing melting blood. A drawn-out moan escaped the Omega's lips as she convulsed, her mind going blank from the electrocuting bursts of pleasure.
''A-Ah...!''
Something seeped into her, and something was pulled out of her. All she knew now was bliss, and that she had become Fumiko's woman forever. She remained in this state for nearly a minute, trembling, gasping, yet drowning in joy.
After wetting the sofa and being marked on her nape, Moeka was completely spent. She lay blankly on her back, panting. Then, Fumiko's gentle face came into her view, with eyes that were both loving and longing for something else.
''Mark me, too.'' She said, showing her neck.
Having an Alpha willingly showing her gland was an honor in itself. Moeka's heart was filled with warmth as she, unhesitatingly, bit on Fumiko's neck. Compared to the Alpha's bite, it felt soft and cute, almost ticklish, but as soon as the mark was established, both could sense their connection rapidly strengthening.
It felt as if they could know each other's thoughts just by meeting eyes.
''This may be the happiest day of my life,'' Fumiko said, raining kisses on her partner's face.
''Idiot.'' Moeka smiled, ''Save that for our wedding.''
''...You're right.''
While Moeka was fantasizing about that future, the soothing atmosphere was suddenly cut in half. The Alpha, apparently unsatisfied, promptly pulled Moeka's panties down, exposing her bare crotch.
''W-What?!'' She protested, ''Don't tell me—''
Fumiko wordlessly took control of Moeka's legs, hugging the thighs for herself. Then, she pried open the shy path, leaning her head in. Her lips traced along the inner thighs, soon reaching the moist, fragrant lower lips.
''Stop, stop! It's embarrassing...!''
Moeka tried pushing the Alpha away, though it was futile. Just then, she saw Fumiko glancing up, smiling handsomely, ''I haven't really had my fill yet,'' She said. ''By the way, it's beautiful.''
''Y-You idiot...!!''
That afternoon, Moeka was bullied until she could barely stand anymore.