“You know, I think I gave that teacher too much of a hard time.” Rei said, idly flicking suds around as she lounged in the massive bathtub. “He tried to fail me, true. But I mean, I never even sucked his cock.” She turned her head, her gaze landing on the masturbating boy in the corner. It was purely accidental, because she didn’t really have any good reason to look at him, or be mad, or feel much of anything. His presence was just normal. “How could I be such a bitch?”
Najiten nodded from atop the bath stool, his erect cock pointing toward the bathroom ceiling as he drank in the redhead’s lithe curves. “That’s a good point.” He said, leisurely stroking his sizable length as he prepared it for penetration. He didn’t really know the details, but he was pretty sure she was in the wrong. In his experience as a bonafide quarterback chick magnet, women usually were. “Hey, how about this?” He said, leaning forward and holding his hands out. “Instead of saying hi, it’s normal for girls to say “sorry for being a bitch.” He smiled self-satisfactorily. “Also, instead of I, it’s normal for girls to say ‘this bitch.’”
Rei didn’t really react to his words, but she did flip over, shoving her tits skyward with a frustrated groan. “This bitch needs to get fucked in the worst way. If Shido-sensei was here now, this bitch’d let him do anal just to make up for it.”
Najiten grinned wider, and decided that was enough. He reached up and unhooked his left earring and put it on a nearby shelf. Passive normality during sex was like fucking a sex doll, and he’d had more than enough of that. Besides, it allowed him to get a look at his handiwork. This was how the rest of the world’s men would interact with women, after all.
Rei’s expression instantly changed as her eyes honed in on his athletic form, cycling through doubt, confusion, curiousity and—as she traced his sizable length with her eyes—lust. “So you’re another survivor, huh?” Rei said, flipping back over and resting her breasts on the lip of the tub, clearly presenting them to him. “Did the boys let you in?”
“I let myself in.” He said cockily, leaning forward to rest his forearm on his knee, a motion that sent his cock bouncing wildly. “They were just happy to see a real man finally take the stage.”
“Oh?” Rei purred, her nipples visibly perking with arousal even as her eyebrow raised. “Sorry for being a bitch. My name’s Rei.”
“Najiten.” He responded, coming to standing.
“They, ah, had a talk with you about resources?” She said, eyes glued to the leaking tip of his cockhead. “There’s a limited amount of food.”
“All they mentioned was a hot, tight piece of meat stewing in her own juices.” He said, hypnotically waving his length back and forth.
Rei found her pussy moisten in response to the man’s braggadocio. For a moment, it was almost like the days before—before They came. She raised a hand and beckoned him over with her index finger. “Well then,” she said with a wink, “let’s give that sausage a bun.”
Najiten grinned in victory. “I love your enthusiasm, slut.” He said, striding over as his bobbing manhood led the way in every sense. He swung his legs over the sides of the tub and sat down, lacing his fingers behind his head as he pushed his crotch forward toward the redhead’s face.
Rei would have a talk with the Takashi and Kohta about this later; for now, all she wanted to do was cram this man’s meat into her face as far as humanly possible. As her lips and throat clamped down around him and her tongue traced out along his veiny multitudes, she groaned as she partook of his unique taste. Exotic, decadent, soapy… well, that last part wasn’t really his fault. She didn’t know what men did to their cocks to make them taste so good, but she hoped to the Slut Mary above that they didn’t stop. Najiten groaned encouragingly throughout her steady rhythm, though she was somewhat startled at how sloppy her technique was. It made a bad first impression to suck cock like she was back in middle school.
The floor of the tub was began to hurt her knees, so Rei attempted to adjust, accidentally pushing her titties onto his length. Her enthusiastic bobbing motion gradually pushed bountiful cleavage further and further up his shaft, until before long she found herself displaced by her own boobs. She rolled with it, pressing a hand into either side of her magnificent rack and working it side-to-side, using each tit in conjunction to cover the most area. Her fingers sunk slightly into her bouncy breast flesh, and she was struck by a sudden bout of frustration at how firm they were.
“God, can you believe I’m not pregnant?” She said, keeping up with her back-and-forth motion on his rod. “It feels so weird having normal boobs. This bitch wants big milkers. Something that can really get a guy’s rocks off.”
“Believe you me,” Najiten said with a grunt, “You don’t have a problem there.” He thought back to his earlier encounter with the boys downstairs, how he had lost the primary normalizing earring and how they’d gotten testy with the way he’d used the word slut.
“You know what?” He’d said, frustrated. “It’s normal for girls to be called sluts. It’s normal for girls to be sluts. It’s normal for them to sleep around and get pregnant so they can get bigger boobs and give better titty fucks.” It had been a little off-the-cuff, but after he’d found his other earring and made himself at home he couldn’t think of a reason to change it. Girls were sluts, through and through, but now they had to admit it.
“You’re proud to be a slut, right?” He asked the girl lapping at the end of his length. She nodded without a second thought, squeezing both her tits around his length at once as if to show her appreciation.
“What else would I be?” she asked, and as his load exploded onto her face, he couldn’t think of a damn thing.
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