Liora kept her painful grip on his hair, yanking his head back sharply.
Her massive, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest, the soft, warm weight of them squishing and dragging across his skin as her stiff nipples rubbed against him.
“You really are pathetic,” she sneered, giving his hair another hard tug.
“Walking up here like some hero and then instantly folding the second we touch you.”
Sienna pressed against his back, her firm athletic tits rubbing against his shoulder blades.
She suddenly slapped his ass hard, the loud smack echoing.
“Look at him shaking,” she laughed.
“One little shove and he’s already trembling like a coward.”
Mira pushed in from the side, deliberately pressing her perky breasts against his arm and ribs, smothering him with soft, warm flesh.
“Ew, he’s so red,” she giggled.
“Are you about to cry already, loser?”
They kept manhandling him roughly — yanking his hair in different directions, slapping his ass and thighs, constantly pressing and rubbing their naked bodies against him.
Liora’s enormous tits squished heavily against the side of his face.
Sienna’s firm breasts dragged across his back.
Mira kept shoving her perky chest into him, laughing every time.
Jake stayed completely silent on the outside, face burning with visible shame.
But inside his head…
Holy fuck… their tits feel so warm and soft… Liora’s massive breasts are squishing all over me… This is insane… Why does getting bullied by naked girls feel this good?
Even though the Headmistress’s intense training kept his cock completely soft and limp between his legs, the overwhelming sensation of their warm skin, bouncing breasts, and rough handling was flooding his body with shameful pleasure.
Every time they pull my hair… and their asses brush against me… fuck, I shouldn’t like this… but it feels amazing…
Liora yanked his head back harder, forcing him to look up at her while her heavy tits pressed even more firmly against his chest.
“Pathetic little bitch,” she hissed.
“You’re even weaker than the pillow guy.”
Sienna slapped his ass again.
“Stay on your knees where you belong.”
Mira smothered his face with her perky breasts for a moment before pulling back, giggling.
“God, he’s shaking so much.
This is too easy.”
The girls had no idea what was going on in Jake’s head.
To them, he was just another pathetic loser they were successfully humiliating. New chapters come out on g.com first.
They continued pulling his hair, slapping him, and pressing their naked, sun-warmed bodies against him, convinced they were breaking him.
Meanwhile, Jake remained soft, quiet, and burning with secret, overwhelming arousal.
Liora gave his hair one final, violent yank, forcing his head back so far he was staring almost straight up.
“Get on the ground,” she commanded, her voice cold and bored.
Jake didn’t hesitate.
He dropped to his knees, his face flushed, his body trembling.
As he hit the gravel, the girls didn’t just stand there; they began to circle him, their movements deliberate and cruel.
Sienna moved first, stepping directly over him.
As she did, Jake got an unobstructed, eye-level view of her powerful, athletic thighs and the smooth, tight architecture of her vulva.
She didn’t bother to be modest; she stepped casually over his head, her thick, rounded ass cheeks passing inches from his face, giving him a perfect, unflinching look at the way the muscles flexed and parted with every step.
Mira followed, her movements more playful.
She straddled his upper back for a second, her own petite, soft pussy dangling just inches above his neck.
He could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, the scent of fresh air and feminine musk filling his senses.
As she hopped off, he caught a clear view of her plush, bouncy ass cheeks wobbling as she turned to face him.
Liora was the last.
She stood over him, her massive, heavy breasts hanging low, the dark pink nipples swinging just above his line of sight.
She didn’t just walk over him; she paused, letting him stare up at the sheer scale of her naked form, her heavy tits swaying like pendulums while he looked up between her parted legs at the smooth, dark, and utterly exposed expanse of her pussy.
“Class is starting,” Liora said, looking down at him with a predatory smirk.
“We aren’t done with you yet, geek.
You’d better watch your back—expect to bump into the Sweethearts of Sadism again later in the day.”
With a final, dismissive flick of her hip—a movement so practiced it could have been registered as a lethal weapon—she turned away.
As the Syndicate marched off toward the main building, they ensured he had a panoramic, widescreen exit strategy.
Their naked butts swayed like metronomes of doom; their tits bounced with the carefree confidence of people who had never encountered a gravity they couldn’t ignore.
Jake stayed on the ground, his eyes glued to their retreating forms, his breath coming in hitches that sounded suspiciously like a man trying to remember how lungs worked.
The Sweethearts of Sadism…
He blinked, a slow, dazed realization finally cutting through his arousal.
He had heard the name whispered in the hallways plenty of times, but he hadn’t recognized them until just now.
It was so obvious, yet so surreal—he’d never put the face to the name because he’d only ever seen them in their standard “transitional” gang uniform: the tight mini-skirts, the crisp tank tops, the aggressive accessories. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Seeing them completely, brazenly naked had thrown his entire internal database for a loop.
He realized with a jolt that he hadn’t even looked at their faces at first; he’d been too busy drowning in the sheer, unadorned reality of their skin.
They’re actually them, he thought, his heart doing a fresh, heavy thud against his ribs.
And they’re a hell of a lot more terrifying without the clothes.
With a final, dismissive flick of her hip—a movement so practiced it could have been registered as a lethal weapon—she turned away.
As the Syndicate marched off toward the main building, they ensured he had a panoramic, widescreen exit strategy.
They moved in the kind of perfect, rhythmic synchronization usually reserved for elite clockwork.
Their naked butts swayed like metronomes of doom; their tits bounced with the carefree confidence of people who had never encountered a gravity they couldn’t ignore.
To provide a final, artistic flourish, Sienna and Mira reached back and gave their own firm, rounded asses a sharp, rhythmic pat.
The resulting jiggle and ripple under the sunlight was, in Jake’s professional opinion, a far more effective lecture than anything he was likely to hear in a classroom.
Jake stayed on the ground, his eyes glued to the empty space they had vacated, his breath coming in hitches that sounded suspiciously like a man trying to remember how lungs worked.
“Thank you again for saving me…”
The voice was thin, wet, and possessed the structural integrity of a damp paper bag.
Jake didn’t turn his head.
The Pillow Guy had crawled back, his face a mosaic of dirt and saliva, his eyes wide with the sort of worshipful intensity one usually reserves for a deity or a particularly high-quality sandwich.
“You were so brave standing up to them.
They were going to hurt me even more, but you… you took it for me.
You’re my hero.”
The boy reached out, trembling, as if to touch Jake’s arm—a gesture that Jake swatted away with the detached focus of a man swatting a particularly annoying fly.
Jake pushed himself up, his movements stiff and jerky, like a marionette being operated by someone who had only ever seen photos of a human being.
He didn’t look at the boy.
He couldn’t.
His gaze was still locked on the doorway where the Syndicate had vanished, his mind running a looped, high-definition replay of their retreat.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Jake muttered, his voice cold, detached, and entirely devoid of the concept of ‘heroism.’
He stepped over the boy, not even bothering to glance down at him or his ridiculous, sodden pillow.
He was already composing a mental list of all the ways he could get them to notice him again, entirely prepared to be the most bullied student in the history of the academy.