From that day forward, the pictures and videos kept coming—without the identity of anyone concealed.
Arisu was quickly able to identify every single woman who showed in the previous videos she was sent and saved, the album in her phone brimming with so much delicious, intense interracial fucking that she hadn't had the time to rewatch her previous favorites to the fullest.
That first video she received, it should've been clear from the beginning! Her trusted aide and assistant—Masumi Kamuro, on the very first day she heard the rumors about Albert's black bull cock, he immediately claimed her intrigued partner—as if to send a message.
The girl with the massive tits and blue hair—Haruka Hasebe, the overly conscious beauty who was typically averse to flirtatious men—ended up giving herself to the exact type of men she wanted to avoid.
The ditzy blonde who wore her hair in a pony tail—Kei Karuizawa, the popular, gossip-loving girl who could easily spread rumors like wildfire.
The big-breasted young woman with short beige hair—Kushida Kikyou, renowned for her highly attractive looks and practically worshipped by her male classmates.
The female students of Class D was one thing, but even Arisu couldn't mask her shock once she discovered the identity of the curvaceous brunette—Sae Chabashira, the teacher of her rival class who always walked the halls with a stare cold enough to freeze ice—Arisu had no idea she could make such an infatuated face while she begged to become a 'black-bred' whore.
Of course, Albert's reign was always evident in his own classroom. There weren't quite as many buxom babes in Class C as there were in D, but Arisu frequently noticed both Hiyori and Ibuki making appearances—loving the dynamic of a tomboy and a usually soft-spoken girl devolving into the sluts they were today.
Those were merely the girls who showed up in previous videos, now—Albert had been spamming her phone countless videos that were most likely being filmed several times a day. Arisu, who was so susceptible to fatigue and an aversion to anything remotely physical due to the underlying condition of her congenital heart disease—managed to train her body to the point it could handle not one masturbating session, but sometimes several times a day.
The underground market which had been selling adult films and toys had also restocked certain items that appealed to the women of Tokyo Metropolitan High, especially those that appealed specifically to the first-year classes. Of course, Albert's sights weren't limited in scope… Who was to say that he should stop?
Arisu was incredibly nervous of being caught, but she ended up submitting an online order for a few garments and toys from the newest released category.
BBC!
A hot trend that quickly dominated the shelves with stock, but ending up selling out quicker than the supply could keep up.
Still, after being well-informed of their products, Arisu already managed to purchase quite a few tools that helped her in this erotic journey—inadvertently conditioning her weak, frail body to adjust to handling spectacular orgasms.
This included a nine-inch black dildo that felt a million times better than her own fingers! Arisu's tight little pussy was so small that it could only handle three inches on the first night, but the feeling of the head spreading her apart was more than enough to make her cum harder than ever before.
The more she used it, and the more her slippery vaginal walls adjusted to the tremendous size—the stronger her orgasms became, surpassing her previous best every following session—managing to take an inch deeper every couple of times.
But that wasn't all, dressing for the occasion is also important, right?
After making herself cum twice in a row watching an hour long video of Chabashira-sensei begging Albert to pump a black baby inside of her—Arisu became fascinated with the BLACKED outfit she wore. It's been a long time since her heart squeezed in her chest with excitement. When Arisu saw a matching set of black spandex shorts with the label plastered over the hemline, an erotic pair of BLACKED underwear and a sports bra tight enough to showcase her small breasts—she'd never bought anything faster!
Arisu made it a habit to dress like a black-owned slut every time she'd impale herself with that artificial giant cock and scream like a debauched skank!
A build like hers would have trouble with even the most average of cocks, but Arisu was determined to develop herself into the ideal ricebunny whore—a term she learned from Albert's bitches.
"Hmph! As if I'd lose to a cock just because it's unbelievably thick, veiny and black… I swear I'll take it down my throat!" Arisu stated proudly, smacking the hard and heavy dildo on her tongue as she stuck it out as far as she could, playing with it, familiarizing herself with the dimensions of this dangerous object.
She closed her eyes and used her powerful imagination to fantasize about Albert, employing the dirtiest tongue techniques Arisu picked up from her future fellow slut mates—dragging her tongue all over the huge, black baton to cover it in her spot—before courageously attempting to stuff it down her inexperienced throat.
Arisu choked on it many times in her quest to reach the milestones she'd set out for herself, defying the limitations of her delicate body that had no business handling even masturbating using these sexually advanced tools—no less the real deal. Yet, unlike every single one of the girls that appeared in her videos, Arisu's worthless pride prevented her from fully giving in—that genius brain trapped in her skull refusing to accept the truth, even if it were in plain view.
Instead of confessing to her addiction, she treated this activity as nothing more than exploring her sexuality—a curiosity and a fantasy that she detached from real life.
That's right. I haven't contacted Albert once since I found out it was him! I'm the one who won, not him. He's shown me everything, but I haven't even sent him a response. Arisu snickered to herself, feeling triumphant even when seeing her own slutty reflection in the full-body mirror she purchased and hung in front of her bed.
After all, it would be a tremendous waste if she wasn't able to see how she looked in this fashionable, tight form-fitting BLACKED outfit… No, it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that witnessing the sight of her own depravity was impossibly erotic, or anything perverted like that.
At some point, she started to lounge around the room wearing it all of the time—if she wore the uniform anytime she walked outside, representing her desire to achieve intellectual greatness and success—the equivalent to her indoor wear would be that erotic outfit, representing Arisu's inner black cock slut, her identity in the privacy of her own room.
Arisu stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection in the arousing outfit. What type of face would Albert make if he saw me wearing something like this, I wonder? No doubt, he would be speechless. A ravenous man like him wouldn't be able to contain himself. The lack of curves she possessed hadn't affected her confidence, spinning around slowly and checking out the view of her narrow waist flaring out, showcasing her rather perky bottom that contained much more mass than the rest of her extremely slender and petite frame, encased in a shiny black fabric that made her paleness stand out that much more.
Staring at herself from head to toe, Arisu couldn't help but laugh, "Ufufufu." Turning more to the side, Arisu ran her tiny hands over that extremely tapered body, feeling the way the spandex clung to her skin. "I look like a little slut wearing this, just like in those videos," she commented. "Albert would love this, I'm sure of it. He'd rip it off me in no time, and do his best to fuck me senseless."
The haughty attitude she spoke with made it seem as if it was only Albert who had an interest in sex between them.
A delusional claim to make.
After the countless times she's literally screamed for his cock, showering that fearsome organ with unlimited praise, it was remarkable that she'd convinced herself that was the case.
That stubborn attitude, her reluctance to admit defeat…
Perhaps that was the reason for what happened next.
The day where everything changed just as quickly as it did when she received that first notification.
One day, without any warning, or any signs hinting of this happening… the messages stopped.
Arisu's rapturous routine, the slutty sexcapades she's envisioned, the plethora of BBC themed equipment… they were all put to a screeching halt.
Realistically, she could've proceeded as is, and used the hundreds of videos in her folder to continue alleviating herself in secrecy.
That was a real option, and one that she should've taken. That is, if she weren't swelling with egotistical thoughts, and that arrogance she carried herself with.
How dare he?
Suddenly barging into her life out of nowhere, then having the audacity to disappear without a single word?
You'll pay for this.
On the night where the scheduled messages stopped—Arisu vowed this would be the end.
So be it. You're the one who's missing out. It's not like I'm the one who's dependent on you, it's the other way around.
Arisu somehow managed to wear a brave smile while these complicated emotions swirled through her heart, leaving her with a void she couldn't explain with words.
Not that I ever considered ever engaging in any form of sexual activity with you… Such a troublesome thought. I'm too important and valuable a woman to waste myself on the likes of you.
In the back of her closet, Arisu kept her newly cherished belongings stored away; BBC themed clothes; that nine inch dildo; and her Queen of Spades earrings.
I'm not cut out to be a woman who spends her days vying for the attention of a thug, who's good at nothing but violence and sex, and thus throwing away my prospects for marriage. I'm better than that. I'm sure black cock is overrated, anyway. There's probably somebody out there who would fulfill me far better than that, on a level that even Albert wouldn't be able to reach.
Whatever she needed to hear in this moment of weakness, Arisu told herself while neglecting any form of self-awareness.
I don't need it. Sleeping around and getting fucked by a black man? Ha! I'm Arisu Sakayanagi! A life of being one of many whores would bring shame to my name, a stain on my potential.
These were the type of thoughts she forced herself to think, occupying her brain which realistically couldn't cope with the abrupt and rather tragic loss of what Arisu couldn't replace. That strong stimulus that somehow became the highlight of her night, whether she liked to admit it or not…
Even as she stood in the Chairman's office, using the authority of being her father's daughter to access this place, Arisu acquired the means to locate Albert's room and the key required to enter it.
It's not like I wish to see him, or anything… As the leader of Class A, it's my duty to investigate how my competitors are doing. That's all this is. Nothing more, nothing less…
Only three days passed before Arisu caved, with all the wit in the world, she still couldn't beat the forbidden fruit of temptation.
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The big, looming door that stood in front of her appeared larger than any others—making Arisu feel smaller than she already is. In reality, there was nothing different from Albert's dorm than his peers, but there were severe symbolic implications that lied inside this room.
The place where it all began.
An entrance to a room representing the darkness taking place in this prestigious academy—where debauchery truly thrived, operating like a mating nest, a sight which practically every woman in the grade and possibly more had seen before.
She knew that by opening this door, she would be stepping into a different world.
Arisu, under normal circumstances, would never consider breaking the rules. More than anybody, she prided herself in being a woman upholding moral standards, this type of treason she was committing went against the very person she strived to be.
That was the extent to which her orgasmic deprivation affected her. This absence felt like betrayal, a stab directly to her chest. She wasn't thinking clearly—not in the right state of mind to function—the past three days she's been demonstrating uncharacteristic behavior that didn't go unnoticed by her peers. At this rate, Arisu would lose her place as their leader…
It was high time to set herself straight.
With only a slight shaking to her wrists, which may have been her former self weakly resisting the fate that awaited her if she were to step one foot past this door—Arisu inserted the key into the door, twisting it slowly as the door creaked open.
Creeaaakkkkk!
The door felt heavy under her lacklustre strength, revealing the inside of something that looked straight out of a pornographic film… or even worse.
Arisu's heart pounded in her chest as she slipped inside, taking that leap of faith without a second thought, the musky air escaping the room like a heat wave as her feet grounded itself into the floor. The powerful scent of sex and musk enveloped her like a heavy blanket, the temperature in the room felt hotter than the hallway behind her, no longer in sight as the door closed slut all on its own—trapping Arisu inside, both figuratively and physically.
Oh, god… I'm actually here… Nnngh. What is that smell? It's so strong!...
She closed her eyes for a few moments, inhaling deep, shaking breaths—her body responding to the thick, intoxicating atmosphere.
The room was an absolute mess, a testament to Albert's wild nights and bottomless libido—a fact she knew all too well from the videos she consumed on a daily basis. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she inspected her surroundings, noticing the used condoms littered around the whole room, filled to the brim like a water balloon carrying his seed. Trails of juices leading to the bed, where Albert's black underwear was haphazardly tossed. There were various panties and thongs of different colors strewn across the floor, belonging to different women, each one a different color, a different size, a different story.
Sniff!...
Arisu shuddered from the peculiar, pungent stench filling her nostrils. "Ohh, god," she muttered, taking lumbering steps forward on her cane, finding the varying intensity of the smell dependent on where she stood in the room.
As she scanned the chaos around her, Arisu could almost feel Albert, his presence looming near, to the point where it felt like she could see him… his dark skin glistening with sweat, muscles flexing as he moved in that huge bulk of a body.
His low growls, those whispering words of desire as he indulged himself in the glories of an orgy, one he definitely obliterated with ease… It all made even the tiniest strands of hair stand at the back of Arisu's neck, something instinctual triggering inside of her, sending shivers down her spine. What laid messily around her should've been revolting, but instead Arisu moved with a curious intrigue. Reaching out, her fingers brushed against one of the panties, a soft, silky material that felt like it had been worn by someone else, noticing the tearing at the hem which had definitely been caused by him.
As expected of an aggressive barbarian, Arisu thought, her lips curling into a sly grin.
It made her frail legs tremble at the thought of taking the place of whoever these panties belonged to. The stash that Albert must've collected somewhere in this room acting like trophies to be displayed.
I'm amazed anyone can sleep inside of her. It's exactly what I expected from somebody like him. Is this a room in the male dormitory, or a breeding ground for a bunch of animals? Albert and every single woman that stepped inside of here… they're all the same.
With her fingers still touching the pair of panties, she could almost feel Albert's black hands tearing it off of her… his big, thick lips kissing the bare neck of her skin.
"Mmphh!~"
Arisu covered her mouth with her hands, holding in that incidental moan with a warm blush creeping on her cheeks.
Her breath hitched as she moved deeper into the room, her senses being overwhelmed by the everlasting presence of unbelievable sex.
The weight of the room, the moist heat of the air—Arisu knew she was playing with fire.
But she couldn't stop.
It was drawing her in, pulling her towards Albert like a gravitation pull to the darkness that surrounded him—the corrupted lust he represented.
Setting her cane on the edge of the mattress, Arisu brushed her hands across her skirt before cautiously taking a seat. Her eyes were locked onto the pair of extra large black boxers sitting there… temptingly, and unguarded.
She couldn't believe what she was doing.
Lacking an excuse to even convince herself.
Arisu's nimble fingers traced the edges of his underwear, which felt damp with sweat, exuding another layer of heat that consumed her. This piece of clothing was touching it not too long ago… She could almost feel the thickness, the weight of it, the size, the hardness.
Against all of the morals she's ever stood for, Arisu picked up the used pair of boxers and brought it close to her face—staring at it with wide, illuminated eyes, her breath accelerating at the speed of her heart rate.
…
There were no words she could muster for what she was about to do.
Stretching the undergarments apart, she scrunched the boxers to push the interior portion that made direct contact with Albert's cock and sack outwards, immediately she felt the male odor radiating from the dampened spot.
Impulsively, she dove face-first into the garments, pressing her nose into the place where Albert's pubic region surely resided and sniffed like she were dying for air.
SNIFFFFF!❤️ SNIFFFF!❤️SNIFFFF!❤️
It wasn't enough to merely smell it, Arisu was burying her face in it, wanting to be enveloped whole by that reeking smell.
Finally…
Over the course of the three months, she hadn't crossed paths with Albert. Not even the great Arisu knew how she would react if they met… nor did she know how she'd respond when infiltrating his room.
She couldn't have expected this.
Uuhnnn! What a crazy scent… So potent and strong, mmn…
The aroma of the dried testicular sweat invaded her skull like Arisu was invading his room, inhaling every last particle she could, rubbing it against the bridge of her cute nose.
Once or twice wasn't enough, she couldn't get enough of it. Arisu toppled forward like a puppy jumping at a bone, spending the next thirty seconds, then a minute, then even longer… doing nothing else except inhaling that virile stench through her nose.
So nasty❤️Mmmm, but it smells so fucking good…❤️
This whole time, she'd been acting entirely on impulse. Nothing apart from barging into Albert's was premeditated, she wasn't even sure what to expect—what she'd do if he happened to be inside his room, or not.
If smelling his used, sweaty boxers wasn't indecent enough, Arisu couldn't explain what possessed her to lick it, sprawling out her glistening tongue that left a long, wet trail of her saliva after dragging her wet muscle from the crotch area where his big balls would sit to the top. Its pungency made her eyebrows furrow slightly while she still continued to lap at the wet area like a kitten cleansing itself, Arisu's left hand disappearing beneath her and sliding down to spread her panties apart, fitting her fingers inside.
"Haa!… Ahhn!… Albert's cock sweat!…" Arisu breathlessly moaned, the explosion of pungent flavor making her mouth water, proceeding without a second thought or care in the world. I'm being so dirty! Mmn! But nobody's here! They'll never see this… They won't see me.
She was well aware that she was courting danger.
But she couldn't stop.
Couldn't turn away.
Didn't want to.
Didn't know how.
This was the real Arisu Sakayanagi.
A lone, isolated woman standing on the edge of a cliff, physically ready to jump into the abyss.
And yet, this dark stain on her mind hadn't grown to its fullest extent.
This was supposed to be disgusting, she should be horrified by her own actions and desires—but all she felt was a deep, aching need, a longing for something she couldn't quite understand. Something she didn't want to admit. A nightmare she should've walked away from when given the chance.
Those were the type of thoughts she suppressed when she finished tasting the inside of that discarded spandex, her fingers pinching the tied condom and holding it up to her face, staring at the stretched out latex that looked heavy and overflowing with fresh sperm. "H-He must have just taken it off…" Arisu muttered, her mind filled with dirty thoughts, noticing the copious amount of thick black seed filling the reservoir. This technically hadn't been the first time she's seen the product of Albert's enraged ejaculations, but seeing it contained in that condom like a water balloon perfectly illustrated the volume at which it dispersed from his body.
If this had gone inside me… I'd definitely get pregnant.
It felt cool and slightly sticky in her hand, raising it until it touched the tip of her nose, and with closed eyes, she inhaled deeply. Arisu's energetic fingers had already started playing with her soaked labia, the scent of his fertile sperm emitting a different aroma of musk compared to his sweat—so powerful that she could almost taste it, like the heat of it rested on her tongue.
What in the world am I doing?
Tilting her head back like a bird preparing to be fed, Arisu's lips parted as she slowly slid the brimming condom inside. The texture of the rubber against her tongue as she placed it on it… the coolness contrasting with the heat of her mouth. Like a lewd woman casting aside her dignity, she sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing out as she pulled the condom deeper into her mouth, pinching the flimsy rubber tighter so it wouldn't fall down. For the most part, it didn't taste like much, apart from the faint flavor lingering behind—something tangy.
Pop!
After pulling it out of her mouth with a wet pop, her violet eyes glimmered from the reflection of the ceiling light, letting out a shuddering breath. Pausing the rough flicking of her clit for a second, Arisu used her freed hand to untie the knot that kept around half of the thrown condoms from spilling—the rest were already leaking over the place, most likely tossed away during Albert's unleashed sexual fury, where he couldn't even care to spend an extra second cleaning up after themselves.
Clearing her throat, Arisu took in a deep breath through her nose after peeling the condom open, the contents feeling so hot it was like steam might've escaped from it—the dizzying scent making her right eye twitch when she smelled it.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said to herself.
For a brief instant, Arisu hesitated, before taking the plunge and flipping it upside down, sticking out her tongue and pouring it into her mouth.
"Mmm!"
Its thick consistency made its descent somewhat slow, like honey leaking from a pot, spilling out onto her tongue and quickly filling her oral cavity. As it overpowered her taste buds, Arisu couldn't even begin to form the words to describe its inconceivable flavor, swirling the syrupy white cum around her tongue, closing her lips as she pushed it around the entire inside of her mouth.
I'm so turned on right now, ohhh… I need to cum.
One of her hands slipped back into her panties, nestling against her inflamed pussy lips, finding her swollen clit that felt erect and throbbing. Her hips bucked as she rubbed herself frantically, picturing the image of Albert's big black dick stretching her tight hole.
Look what I'm doing, Albert. What incredible seed… These past few days, I tried to forget about you. I even asked to see a video of someone's dick, hoping that I'd be able to break free from all of this, but I was only left incredibly disappointed. This world would be turned upside down before I come in contact with infertile cum like that… There's no way I could ever conceive a child with sperm so weak. But this, it's different… The cum from your huge, nasty African balls.
Arisu's eyes fluttered shut while her mind was ravaged with unbelievably perverse thoughts, the mass amounts of personal porn she consumed damaging her perception of sex—a blank canvas like her which once was pure was easiest to leave tainted. Her jaw worked slowly, chewing on Albert's chunky cum, breaking it down into smaller bits to be consumed, inhaling and exhaling frantic breaths while violently playing with her naughty cunt.
"Mmhhhnnn!..." She mewled, her lips sealed tightly while swishing the slithering gunk around like a fine wine. It's so creamy… and salty. It tastes absolutely unbelievable♥️
Afraid of ruining her meal, Arisu pushed it around and rolled her tongue, keeping some of it stored underneath it before swallowing hard, swallowing down some of the thick slop down her pale neck—the motion sending a jolt of arousal through her body.
Gulp!
It took everything she had not to cum on the spot! She didn't want to waste this moment. Cherishing it for what it was. Savoring the flavor washing over the sensitive nerves of her tongue. I can't believe I'm doing this! Eating Albert's cum… like a dirty little slut.
Yet, she had no hopes of stopping herself.
While rubbing herself needily, Arisu's tongue eventually darted out of her mouth, scooping up the remnants clinging to her lips and chin before plunging back into her mouth. "Daadddy~…♥️" she moaned affectionately, mimicking what Albert's favorite bitches called him when pleading for his seed. Months of living vicariously through those women were culminating into the fateful moment, her breaths scorching with the heat of his basking seed, hazily scanning the bed for any remaining traces of his essence.
If she stayed in this room by herself all day, there wouldn't have been a condom left with any seed inside. Arisu finished wringing out every single drop, sticking her tongue into the condom and wearing it around her wriggling muscle. Once it snapped away from her pink flesh, she diligently, nigh religiously pushed the cum dripping on her face and sticking her slim, shaky fingers past her lips, sucking her cheeks hollow, before reaching down the entrance of her throat.
"Mmhhhhnnnn!..."
There was nothing that could break her out of this spell.
Except for one person.
Arisu wasn't even startled by the sudden sound of the closet door crashing open, too far gone in her trance to notice. It wasn't until she heard his voice that she returned to reality, humping her fingers that were pistoning out of her soaked pussy lips, all while she flattened her tongue with his strings of cum on it against the roof of her mouth.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement, a cocky grin stretched out on his face. "Look what we have here. Little Arisu, getting herself off to the taste of my cum." He spread his arms wide, striking a dramatic pose, flaunting his huge muscles as his shirtless, dark-skinned torso sparked life into the room. "And here I am, finally. Albert Yamada, in the flesh. Did you miss me that much?" The man said, taunting her while swinging around that black anaconda between his legs like a hypnotizing metronome.
"A-Albert Yamada?!" Arisu hissed, some of his spunk still visible in her mouth as she spoke.
Albert's chest rose in a light chuckle, rubbing the back of his smooth-shaven head. "Why are you acting surprised?" He asked. "You're the one who snuck into my room." The mixture of being in a cockdrunken state and the unbelievably distracting sight of his long, flaccid ebony hose left her delayed in noticing the phone he held up in his right hand.
He's recording me?!
Just like Masumi.
Horokita.
Kushida.
Chabashira-sensei.
The list went on and on.
"I wonder what would happen if this video were to be leaked?" Albert said, taking long strides with the meat of his thighs rippling with muscle after each step. "A woman of your stature would lose face almost immediately. The precious princess that is the Chairman's daughter behaving like a natural born slut… what type of reaction would everyone have?"
What a blunder.
This was the first time in Arisu's life that she felt checkmated.
As she prepared to respond, she first needed to clear her throat, pursing her lips and chugging down the rest of that savory treat.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
"Aahhhhh~," Arisu sighed, the scent of her breath smelling like his seed. "So, you're planning on blackmailing me, is that it?"
"That's how it's going to be, yes," Albert grumbled, circling his beefy fingers around the soft, black meat extending far down his groin—giving it long and nice strokes as he approached closely.
"I knew it. Someone of such low standards would clearly operate that way. Underhanded tricks, brute force and a cruel nature, that's the type of man that you are, Albert Yamada."
"And why are you acting like you're such a saint? Not only are you so desperate for my cum, but you're even going as far as trespassing into my room? How did you get in here? Did you steal a key from the Chairman's Office? Not only will you be ridiculed, but you'll be expelled, too."
…
That was the last thing she could ever allow to happen.
"I see… That's the threat you've come up with, I suppose?" Arisu snickered, shrugging her shoulders in resignation. "Then I take it we both know what you'd like in return for your secrecy, yes? You're just a horny thug who's running on a high just because you're taller than everybody, stronger than them, and have a massive black cock which apparently every girl in our grade can't resist!"
Albert smiled at her pathetic attempt at insulting him, swayed by her own bias in the end. "Well? What do you assume I want from you?"
Arisu rolled her eyes like he was asking such a stupid question. "Ha. As if we don't both know. You just want to fuck me, isn't that right? You want to take your big black dick and just fuck me with it! There's nothing else you want from me except to feel how tight it is in my pussy, pounding me with your stupidly huge body, to flaunt your sole worth that's being good at sex? All to satisfy your ego?" She ranted, taking heavy breaths afterwards. "Did I sum that all up correctly? You ruthless brute."
"Are you trying to offend me or praise me?" He snickered.
"Tsk," Arisu clicked her tongue. "That would be up to your own interpretation, I suppose."
"You're a cheeky one, I'll give you that," he said, lumbering forward.
This entire time, she's barely taken even a second away to look at somewhere other than that fabulous heap of ebony man flesh. Transfixed in her own gaze, Arisu had failed to hide how hard she was gawking at that spectacular sausage.
"It would be problematic if I were expelled, with all the potential that I have," Arisu sighed, like she had no other choice except to accept his conditions—acting as though she utterly hated it. "Well then, hurry up and put on a condom. I'd like to get this over with quickly, so that I can go about my day."
Shooting down that notion instantly, Albert waved her off. "Nah, I'm not using any of that shit with you," he said, his voice low and compelling.
"W-What?"
"I'm giving it to you raw, Arisu. I'll show you what black cock's all about. We'll see if that puny body is up for the task, my little pocket pussy," Albert grinned, confidently standing at the edge of the bed, flaunting his groin that came dangerously close to Arisu's poorly hidden flustered face.
P-Pocket pussy?!
She yelped, "W-Wouldn't I get pregnant?!" For the first time, Arisu was showing a bit of vulnerability.
"That's what pills are for, lil' lady. If you want to take them, I'll leave that up to you," he snickered. "As for me, I'll do whatever the fuck I want."
The silent giant no longer, Albert was living life to the fullest, with nothing holding him back anymore.
If even for a brief instant, that surreal reality started to settle in… the possibility of getting knocked up was staring her right in the face, her tiny body trapped in between the jaws of this ferocious beast.
"I-If I allow you to go through with this… You will promise me that you'll delete the videos, correct?"
Albert didn't even bother to listen to her words, acting with his own free will, walking to her cowering form and placing a knee on the bed—the weight of his huge body causing the mattress to sink.
"I don't need to promise you anything, Arisu. Let me make one thing clear, I'm the one who's in control, not you," Albert said, some of his huge muscles rippling as he spoke. They were unlike anything she's ever seen, so sinewy and fibrous, packed with unthinkable strength she could only imagine. His tough, dark body looked like it was in a state of permanent flexion—qualities Arisu couldn't help but notice as he spoke.
"You're weak. I'm not only talking about your physical condition, but your will and heart, too. I'll show you how much of a slut you really are. I'll put you in your place, and wipe that facade you've been putting on right off that pretty face."
In this position. In this situation. Arisu was utterly powerless to stave off his sex-starved beast.
Her heart trembled at the thought of feeling so helpless, so vulnerable in the hands of this monstrously powerful man. It had nothing to do with being a woman, even for all the other men in the entire school—Albert stood above all.
He ruled everyone with an iron fist.
He ruled women with a big black cock.
She couldn't stand up to him.
She didn't have a chance.
She didn't want to have a chance.
Arisu laughed nervously, scooting further up the bed using her arms to give Albert more space, flustered and meek while he closed the distance, "Wait a moment, there's no need to be so hasty now, is there? I'm not going to—"
The bigger, stronger, darker body was evidently faster than her own. He crawled up on the mattress until he hovered directly above the small, delicate woman—engulfing everything that she was able to see—her eyes having no other place to gaze at except for his long, lascivious cock and his extremely toned figure.
She bit her lip before something she'd regret saying later slipped out of her mouth!
Here it was!
The giant, Herculean body that turned her on so badly…
Arisu wanted to moan, to repeat the same grotesque, degenerate things she screamed in the comfort of her own room.
A fetish nobody else was supposed to know.
An addiction which she now couldn't ever recover from.
Her voice was caught in her throat while staring at Albert's shredded chest muscles, noticing how defined they were, each pec bulging with the toughness of an impenetrable shield. His black, melanin skin looked impossibly erotic as it glimmered in a sheen of sweat, emitting an even stronger male odor that invaded its way through Arisu's sensitive nose.
How beautiful…
Along the way, at some point, Arisu started to become fascinated with Albert's body.
It was the cold hard truth, but at a genetic level—Japanese men couldn't compete.
The other men who were potential suitors for her affection paled in comparison to him, from a physical standpoint, it was night and day—almost literally.
In her trance, she failed to notice for the first few seconds that Albert was undoing her buttons, carefully and calmly removing her school uniform that was only in the way.
A part of her inside was fighting against his touch, squirming slightly while he unveiled his prize, breathing hotter and faster with his huge hands deftly pulling her outfit apart.
Oh no. He's going to see it!
Panic was something Arisu rarely felt. As for nearly every facet of her life, she was always diligently prepared for everything.
But through Albert's influence, she constantly lost her edge.
As he pulled her blouse apart, Albert was met with the sight of her tiny torso, namely—the big, bold text of the BLACKED logo plastered over the sports bra she wore underneath.
He stopped for a second to confirm with his eyes what he was seeing, a cocky smirk forming on his face, "Hm? What's this?" Albert laughed. "My, my. You're even more far gone than I thought."
"S-Shut up! I didn't wear this for you, beast. I just… thought it looked nice on me," Arisu retorted, maintaining a false sense of confidence.
"Can't even come up with a convincing lie, huh? I wonder how your little followers could even look up to you. They put their faith in you, but all they ended up admiring is a little slut."
"Don't talk about them like that. You don't know them. They're not like you, Albert. They possess something called morals and respect."
"Something you don't have," he said swiftly in response.
"Hmph! How can I be a slut anyway, when I haven't even slept with a man before?" Arisu fired back, wearing a confident smile while her eyes struggled from keeping to his face and the looming, dangling dick whose darkness looked prominent in her peripheral vision.
"That's only because you've been saving yourself all these years for me," Albert growled, speaking like his words were the absolute truth. "It's something common with you women overflowing with senseless pride. You believe you're better than everyone else, that they're not worthy of you. But when you encounter a real alpha male, a man you can't resist, you'll get hooked instantly. That's what's happening with you. You've held onto your chastity this long just so you can give it up to that black cock you love and worship so much! Congratulations, Arisu. You'll soon fulfill your role!"
To be continued!...