Taking Kushida's Virginity

Without warning, he grabbed one of her breasts roughly and squeezed it hard enough to leave bruises behind when he released it again moments later.

"Ah!" Kushida cried out, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her back arched off the bed, her body reacting instinctively to the rough treatment.

The pain shot through Kushida's body, but she couldn't help but moan loudly at the same time. It was clear that despite herself, she was enjoying this new side of Ayanokoji's dominance over her.

He continued this assault on both breasts until they were covered in love bites and bruises just like before. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks in their wake.

"You like this, don't you?" Ayanokoji's voice was a low, mocking whisper in her ear as he squeezed her breast again.

Kushida's response was a breathless moan, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Yes... Ayanokoji-kun..."

A dark chuckle escaped Ayanokoji's lips as he leaned down towards where she lay sprawled out beneath him, his mouth finding hers once more for another brutal kiss filled with teeth gnashing against each other as tongues dueled viciously inside their mouths.

When they finally broke apart gasping for air, Ayanokoji reached between them, pulling out his already hard cock from its confines within his pants before positioning himself at Kushida's entrance.

Without further ado, he thrust into her tight virgin pussy ruthlessly causing painful cries to escape from deep within her chest along with streams of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being as wave after wave crashed over them both relentlessly.

Kushida let out a loud, painful moan as Ayanokoji's massive cock entered her tight virgin pussy. She had never felt anything like this before; it was both excruciating and exhilarating at the same time.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, arching her back as he continued to thrust into her with forceful strokes that left no room for gentleness or tenderness.

Her large breasts bounced up and down with each movement, leaving red marks on them from where he had bitten down earlier.

Despite the pain, Kushida couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being taken so roughly by Ayanokoji. His rough handling sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body; she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment.

Ayanokoji used this encounter to his advantage. His whispers, laced with subtle commands, elicited moans and whimpers from Kushida, further solidifying his control.

"Tell me how much you want this," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear.

"I... I want it," Kushida stammered, her voice trembling with both fear and desire. "I want you, Ayanokoji-kun."

Her gasps and pleas became a twisted symphony, each sound a testament to his power over her.

As their desires reached a feverish peak, Ayanokoji pulled back abruptly. Kushida, caught in the throes of passion, let out a frustrated whine. He stared down at her, his eyes devoid of the heat that had momentarily flickered within them.

"You should beg for it," Ayanokoji whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine.

The unexpected command shattered the haze of desire that had clouded Kushida's judgment. A flicker of defiance sparked in her eyes, a challenge to his dominance.

But the defiance quickly flickered out, replaced by a raw need that surprised even her. "Please, Ayanokoji-kun," she stammered, her voice laced with desperation. "Don't stop..."

A ghost of a smile played on Ayanokoji's lips, a flicker of amusement in his usually emotionless eyes. He had her exactly where he wanted her – vulnerable, exposed, and utterly enthralled.

He leaned forward, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. His movements became slow and deliberate, each touch a calculated exploration that heightened her desire. Kushida, caught in the web of his control, surrendered to the pleasure that washed over her.

As Kushida finally climaxed, her body arched back with a satisfied moan escaping her lips. Ayanokoji watched intently, his expression unreadable as always. But there was something different about him now; a hint of satisfaction mixed with something else entirely.

As he neared his own climax, Ayanokoji pulled out of Kushida and positioned himself above her.

With one swift motion, he released his thick semen onto her seductive body – covering her breasts, stomach, and thighs in sticky white fluid. He let out a low growl of pleasure as he came down from the high that had consumed him moments before.

Kushida lay there panting heavily beneath him while trying to process what had just happened between them.

She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed being taken so roughly by someone like Ayanokoji. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And yet, she found herself wanting more even though common sense told her otherwise.

Throughout the night, Ayanokoji took Kushida in every position imaginable. His stamina seemed endless, and his dominance unwavering.

He bent her over the bed, taking her from behind with forceful strokes that left no room for gentleness or tenderness. Each thrust was powerful, his grip on her hips tight as he pounded into her.

"God, Ayanokoji-kun... harder," Kushida moaned, her voice strained with pleasure.

"You're such a slut for this," Ayanokoji growled in response, his hand coming down to smack her ass sharply, eliciting a yelp from her.

He lay on top of her, his weight pinning her down as he thrust into her roughly from above. His chest pressed against her back, the heat of his body overwhelming as he continued to claim her.

"You're mine, Kushida," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Yes... yes, I'm yours," she gasped, her body writhing beneath him in ecstasy.

He even stood up and took her doggy style, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips as he pounded into her from behind. The angle allowed him to hit deeper, each thrust making her cry out louder.

"Take it all, Kushida," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

"I can't... it's too much," she whimpered, though her body betrayed her words by pushing back against him.

"Yes, you can," he insisted, increasing the pace until she was almost screaming in pleasure.

Kushida was lost to these pleasures and desires; she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being taken so roughly by Ayanokoji. His rough handling sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body; she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment.

Each position brought a new kind of ecstasy, a different form of surrender. Ayanokoji's whispers, his commands, and the sheer force of his presence kept her on the edge of pleasure and pain, blurring the lines between the two until they became indistinguishable.

"More... please, more," Kushida found herself begging, the words spilling from her lips without thought.

Ayanokoji responded by thrusting harder, deeper, his control over her absolute. "You're mine to use," he reminded her, his voice steady even as he pushed her to her limits.

"Yes... only yours," she agreed, her mind clouded with desire.

The night wore on, filled with the sounds of their passion – the slap of skin against skin, the gasps and moans, the whispered words of dominance and submission. Kushida's world had narrowed to just this, just him, and the overwhelming need that consumed her.

By the time dawn broke, her body was a canvas of marks – bruises, bites, and the remnants of their shared ecstasy. She lay there, spent and satisfied, her mind and body both reeling from the intensity of their encounter.

Ayanokoji stood by the bed, looking down at her with an expression that was impossible to read. But there was a hint of something in his eyes, a glimmer of satisfaction at the sight of her thoroughly ravaged form.

"You did well," he finally said, his voice a rare note of approval.

Kushida managed a weak smile, her body too exhausted to do much else. "Thank you, Ayanokoji-kun."

Ayanokoji rose from the bed, his movements smooth and practiced. He cast a dispassionate glance at Kushida, who lay sprawled in the sheets, still catching her breath. Without a word, he walked towards the bathroom, his footsteps barely making a sound.

"Get dressed," he instructed over his shoulder, his voice devoid of emotion. "We have a plan to enact."

Kushida, still lost in the afterglow of their intense encounter, nodded absently. A strange mix of emotions swirled within her – desire, confusion, and an unexpected sense of respect for Ayanokoji. She whispered to herself, "He's something else..."

Moments later, Ayanokoji emerged from the bathroom, his face impassive. The calculating strategist she knew had returned, the boy who seemed devoid of genuine emotions. His cold demeanor was both reassuring and unsettling.

"Did you hear me?" Ayanokoji asked, his tone sharp.

"Yes, I did," Kushida replied, her voice shaky.

Kushida pushed herself up from the bed, her movements a little stiff, and made her way toward the bathroom. Each step felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering sensations and the marks of their encounter. The bathroom mirror greeted her with an unflinching honesty.

She gasped as she looked at her reflection. Her skin, particularly her breasts, was a canvas of love bites and bruises, a clear testament to Ayanokoji's dominance. The sight was both shocking and oddly exhilarating.

"Oh God," she whispered, running her fingers over the purple and red spots that marred her skin. "Is this what it's come to?"

Kushida's gaze lingered on her reflection, a storm of emotions brewing within her. Shame and confusion wrestled for control, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of excitement. She had never imagined herself enjoying something so rough, yet here she was, faced with a truth she couldn't ignore.

As she began to dress, a single thought echoed in her mind: this wasn't over. Their encounter had changed something, but what exactly, she couldn't quite grasp. All she knew was that she was now bound to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka in a way she never could have predicted.

The school day became a blur for Kushida.

She went through the motions, a shadow of her usually vibrant self. Her classmates buzzed with their usual chatter, oblivious to the storm raging within her. A part of her dreaded facing Ayanokoji, fearing the judgment or lack thereof in his eyes. Yet, another part craved the intensity of their connection, the way he made her feel so alive, even if it was laced with pain.

In the classroom, the discussions felt muted, the faces of her classmates blending into a chaotic blur. Her practiced smile felt oddly out of place on her lips. All she could do was steal glances at Ayanokoji, who sat near the window, his back straight and his gaze fixed on the teacher. The way his touch had ignited a fire within her replayed in her mind, a yearning she didn't fully understand.

The first bell signaling the end of homeroom jolted Kushida from her internal monologue. Her heart hammered in her chest as she exited the classroom, relief flooding through her when she didn't immediately spot Ayanokoji in the hallway. Maybe a part of her had hoped for a glimpse, a knowing look, but the logical side of her knew it was best to keep some distance, at least for now.

Then, as she rounded a corner, she saw him. Ayanokoji stood by his locker, his usual emotionless expression firmly in place. Her heart lurched, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling within her. She knew the night hadn't meant much to him, but the reality was that it meant everything to her.

He glanced up as she approached, his eyes lingering on her for a fraction of a second before flicking away. There was no acknowledgment of their shared intimacy, no spark of emotion. It was a cold indifference that both frustrated and intrigued her.

"Remember the plan," Ayanokoji said curtly. "Start targeting Kouenji and make it appear obvious to him."

Kushida blinked, her thoughts snapping back to the present. The playful facade clicked back into place, a mask to hide the turmoil within. "Got it. I'll make sure it's done, Ayanokoji-kun," she promised, her eyes flashing with a steely determination that replaced her earlier playfulness.

Ayanokoji nodded once more, his expression unreadable. As she walked away, a strange sense of exhilaration coursed through her.

It wasn't the thrill of a victory or the satisfaction of a plan coming together. It was the heady mix of vulnerability and power, of being a secret weapon wielded by the enigmatic Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

The day progressed, and Kushida seized every opportunity to subtly target Kouenji. Her normally playful barbs took on a sharper edge, her voice dripping with veiled criticism. She steered conversations towards Kouenji's disruptive behavior and his lack of contribution to the class.

During lunch break, she gathered a group of her closest allies, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Have you guys noticed how Kouenji is practically dragging the class down? We need to send a message in the upcoming vote."

Her words were met with murmurs of agreement. The seeds of doubt were sown, taking root in the fertile ground of teenage insecurity. Throughout the afternoon, the whispers spread like wildfire, fueled by Kushida's expert manipulation.

By the end of the day, a palpable tension hung in the air. Kouenji, usually oblivious to the social cues around him, finally seemed to sense the shift. He scowled at Kushida, his voice laced with annoyance. "What's your game, Kushida? Are you trying to pick a fight?"

Kushida met his gaze with a saccharine smile. "Oh no, Kouenji-kun, just a little friendly debate. After all, healthy competition is good for the class, right?"

A slow, dangerous smile spread across her face. "And, well, some of your… actions haven't exactly been exemplary contributions to the class."

The air crackled with unspoken tension. The other students, catching on to Kushida's lead, chimed in with their own thinly veiled criticisms. Kouenji, for once, seemed flustered.

The day ended with a strange sense of accomplishment for Kushida. She had managed to sow discord within Class C against Kouenji, all while maintaining the facade of a concerned classmate. As she walked out of the school building, a sense of anticipation filled her.

This was just the beginning.