"Nngh... huff... huff..."
A raging fire was burning within her, spreading from her core to her limbs. Mizuki Morisato lay on the floor, her fingers and toes curling. She clutched her chest tightly, trying to restrain herself, but the drug was too powerful. Desire hit her like a tidal wave.
Wave after wave, each more intense than the last, the pleasure threatened to drown her sanity. Her brain was mush. Her hands instinctively began to knead her own soft breasts, and her legs rubbed together rhythmically.
Her body twisted and turned; as an athlete, her flexibility was incredible, her waist and legs moving in ways a normal girl's couldn't.
Slap!
Alex grabbed Mizuki's ankle, admiring the toned, tight legs of the track girl. He caught a glimpse of the damp scenery beneath her skirt. Because of the drug, she was mindlessly groping herself, leaving her clothes disheveled and her charms exposed.
Her healthy tan skin, glistening with sweat, had the unique beauty of a fitness model.
The sleazy teacher, Iijima, had been tossed out of the room. Though there was a door between them, he could hear the voices and moans from inside. To think he had set the stage for himself to enjoy the track ace, only to have Alex swoop in and take everything.
Iijima's eyes were bloodshot. The jealousy and hatred made his heart ache. Alex, with his harem of beautiful girls at school, was the natural enemy of creeps like him.
No—he was the enemy of all men!!
Iijima was right about one thing: Alex was indeed the enemy of men. He was now, and he would be even more so in the future. But so what? Not just the girls in school—even the women outside were already marked as his.
Alex was destined to turn the whole world into his harem.
Mmm, for that goal, I need to keep getting stronger.
In the room, the strange sensation on her thigh made the empty, suffering Mizuki shudder. She forced her eyes open and saw the two students standing over her. Although the drug made her crave sex, she wasn't completely oblivious to what had happened.
These two...
The beautiful girl with her arms crossed was the Student Council President. And the boy stroking her thigh... that was Alex?
They were famous, so she recognized them.
What is he...
"Morisato, even though we chased off that creep, you've been drugged," Alex sighed dramatically, his fingers sliding up her firm, athletic thigh. As expected of a runner, these thighs were incredibly muscular and powerful. Being squeezed by them would feel amazing.
"To save you, I have to use the most primitive method," he said, his fingers reaching her inner thigh. The girl trembled violently as he approached her sensitive zone. The wetness was already soaking through.
With just a slight hook of his finger, Mizuki's eyes snapped wide. Her soft, sexy body reacted violently. When she felt his finger slide past the edge of her panties and touch the entrance of her valley—even sliding into the slit—Mizuki's mouth fell open.
"Ahhh—nngh—"
Shame and anger flared—her body was being toyed with by another boy... yet, her body was overjoyed. Every cell cheered, begging him to go deeper, to enter her harder, to fill the void and satisfy her craving.
A tangle of complex emotions made her unsure of how to face him. She thought of the boy waiting for her at school, the boy she liked... and she slowly closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
Mizuki let out a soft lament as she slowly spread her legs. The raging desire had finally burned away her reason. Like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding an oasis, she couldn't resist him. She panted heavily, her moans turning suggestive.
"It hurts... I'm so empty... I want it... Please, come in quickly... enter my body..."
At least it wasn't that disgusting Mr. Iijima. He wasn't the man who made her stomach turn. Mizuki gasped, tearing at her own clothes before throwing herself into Alex's arms. The scent of the unfamiliar boy stimulated her even further. She craved to become one with him, to let his body satisfy her hunger.
The next second, a hard, burning heat broke through the gates.
"Nngh—!"
Mizuki's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her body arched like a bow; her incredible flexibility allowed for an extreme angle. Her brain shook with the shock of it. "It hurts..."
So big!
How can it be this big? This hard?
She'd never seen anything like this, even in movies. Was this why Alex was so popular with the girls? He was a student, yet he was more terrifying than any adult!
Squelch—!
Splat—!
The brief pain vanished quickly. Driven by the aphrodisiac, a tingling euphoria washed over her. The sensation of being impaled by a foreign object, of having that hot thing claiming her and thrusting inside her, sent her to the heights of ecstasy.
She was being driven mad.
Why... why does it feel so good? Sex... is it always this good? Or is it because it's Alex? Her body felt like it was melting—melting around the thing shoved inside her.
She could clearly feel his temperature, his shape. Even her internal organs felt like they were being reshaped into his mold.
Even though she had a boy she liked, she couldn't spare a thought for him now. Her eyes only saw Alex, her heart was filled with him, and her body was completely transformed by him.
Am I... going to become his prisoner?
"Ah~ mmm-ahh..." She instinctively clamped down on the boy thrusting inside her. She could no longer think; she only followed her instincts, indulging in the pleasure, squeezing the "bad thing" inside her and responding to his impacts.
She squeezed tight, very tight.
It made Alex squint in pure bliss.
"I-I can't... I'm going to... I can't hold it anymore—"
Standing to the side, Kaede watched with a dark face, stunned as Mizuki Morisato wailed beneath her lover, reaching climax after climax under Alex's assault.
"Alex, it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Very good."
"...I bet you're feeling very proud and happy right now."
"Kaede, you're jealous."
"Who's jealous? I just... wait, hey?!"
"Don't worry. This girl is all business, no feelings," Alex pulled the President into his arms. "Kaede, we're different. Can't you feel my feelings for you?"
"Nngh, you idiot..."
Tsunderes are so easy to handle, Alex thought, though he was telling the truth.
Mizuki Morisato lay on the floor, having enjoyed a blood-pumping, sweat-soaked session. The drug had faded, and her body and soul were now incredibly satisfied, having experienced the pinnacle of pleasure.
Looking at the couple next to her starting a new round of battle, Mizuki turned her head away in shame, yet she couldn't help but steal glances.
Biting her lip and squeezing her legs together, her body began to heat up and grow soft again. Having tasted Alex's massive rod, her honey-pot was once again overflowing.
The drug was gone. This time, the desire was entirely her own.
Mizuki Morisato realized with despair that she might never be able to go back to the way things were...