Disco Tank

Bathed in the vibrant disco lights, pulsating to the rhythm of the music, and with the festive ambiance intensified by the champagne, Tomoko felt herself becoming one with the surroundings, and the exhilarating sense of being the center of attention caused her to let go, allowing herself to be swept up in the moment.

Closing her eyes, Tomoko let the noise and the music fade into the background. Her thoughts centered solely on Junta. She began to dance, not with the aim of perfection but as an expression of her own sexual desires.

Her movements were a blend of erotism and freedom, a far cry from the structured routines of gymnastics she was accustomed to. This was her element, a space where she could let loose and be entirely herself.

Her flexibility lent an extraordinary fluidity to her dancing. She moved with a natural ease, her body bending and swaying to the music in ways that mesmerized the onlookers. With each twist and turn, she captured the essence of the music, her body a visual representation of the beats that echoed through the club.

****

Iori could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her eyes. Here she was, a super TV idol, and yet her boyfriend and other men in the crowd were drooling over a teenage girl!

With each sexy move Tomoko made, Iori's frustration bubbled up like a shaken soda bottle. Unable to contain herself, she burst into tears, her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks, creating a rather dramatic, if not slightly clownish, appearance.

The sight of Ichitaka, and just about any other guy, once so easily swayed and controlled by her charms, now completely enchanted by Tomoko's dance, was too much for Iori to bear. She felt like a queen dethroned, a star dimmed in the brilliance of a high school girl's spotlight. Her pride, wounded and trampled upon, pushed her over the emotional edge.

Amidst her sobbing and the thumping club music, Iori collapsed to the floor and she clutched at Ichitaka's feet, her voice muffled by her sobs and the noise. "Look at me, Ichitaka! Please, just look at me!" she wailed, her tears now forming a small puddle on the dance floor.

As the super TV idol clung desperately to Ichitaka's ankles, her tear-streaked face a picture of melodramatic sorrow, Ichitaka seemed almost oblivious to her plight. In a move that seemed almost instinctive, Ichitaka gave a nonchalant shake of his leg, dislodging Iori's grip as easily as one might shake off a pesky mosquito.

He did this without so much as a backward glance at her, his entire being absorbed by Tomoko's mesmerizing movements.

****

The gentlemen's washroom at DISCO TANK was a reflection of the club's overall style – roomy, modern, and surprisingly fancy.

The walls were clad in dark, polished tiles that gleamed under the soft, ambient lighting, creating a refined and upscale atmosphere. The lighting itself was strategically placed, offering a flattering and subtle illumination that was a far cry from the harsh fluorescents typically found in public restrooms.

A row of high-end, stainless steel sinks lined one wall, each equipped with automatic, touch-free faucets that reflected the club's commitment to modern convenience. Above the sinks, large, frameless mirrors stretched across the wall, adding depth and a sense of expansiveness to the room.

The restroom stalls were unusually spacious, providing a sense of privacy and comfort rarely seen in a nightclub setting. Each stall was fitted with a solid, floor-to-ceiling door, ensuring a secluded and personal space for patrons. The fixtures inside the stalls were top-notch, showcasing sleek designs and smooth functionality.

Among one of the stalls, Tomoko found herself crouching there, facing Junta, who was sitting on a high-tech toilet equipped with a heated seat and motion-sensors that would automatically adjust to the user's position without having to touch anything. The music from outside still throbbed loudly, its bass reverberating through the walls, blending with the muffled sounds of people chatting and laughing outside the stall.

Without saying a word, Tomoko squatted down, and in one swift move she yanked both his pants and his briefs off. She tugged them over his feet and tossed them to the floor. Now Junta was sitting on the porcelain surface on his bare ass, his cock sprung into the air.

Her hands kneaded his thighs; her fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when her nails brushed up against his balls. "Oh yes! Good girl…"

She brushed her long wavy hair against his bare thighs. She knew that boys would go crazy when she did this; She caressed his thighs with her hair for a minute, making sure to get her long silky hair all over his balls and erection as well. She paused for a second to brush off her hair hanging over her bosom; boys must like to have some skin to look at, and she knew Junta would love to see her perfect lovely breasts.

"Touch me too, Momonari-kun…" She demanded. His eyes bulged when he got a good look at her wonderful half-naked breasts; he quickly felt her up. She let him admire her unparalleled bosom for a while, savoring the attention and the sensation of his hands squeezing her.

He got her nipples all hard, tweaking them just right. She made sure to rub her tits all over his lap for a few minutes; her instinct told her that boys like this move right before she went down on them.

She roughly spread Junta's legs far apart. The wider the guy's legs are spread, the easier it is for her to access the cock and balls. She spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as she did this. She made sure he could hear the kissing noises, loudly smacking her lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.

He let out a loud moan when she put one of his balls into her mouth. She swished it around inside her mouth, then switched to the other one; She was also stroking his thighs with her hands. He started breathing hard when she managed to put both his balls into her mouth at once.

She tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with her hot mouth. She used her tongue to move them all around; her lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock. Her hands began to stroke his cock.

"Oh, Saeki!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. She liked that; turning a boy on so much he couldn't really say much besides calling her name. She loved hearing her own name shouted out in pleasure.

She removed his balls from her mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of her tongue. She drenched his lap with her saliva. Starting at the root, she worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. She gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.

When she knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, Tomoko finally put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with her hand, she slowly lowered her mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside her mouth.

She slowly bobbed her head up and down on his lap, getting her hands under him and squeezing his butt. She could hear his breathing getting heavier; she knew he was deeply enjoying this dirty blowjob. She stopped for just a second so she could answer a question that might have been in his mind.

"Momonari-kun, if you need to piss, don't worry. Just let it out in my mouth."

She had proved that she loved this young man so much that she wouldn't mind swallowing his cum at all; in fact she was loving it. Now she wanted to bring her devotion to him to a whole new level, she wanted him to savor the experience of being sucked off and his urine swallowed as well.

He began to buck his hips up and down; she stroked the root of his cock with her hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling her tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, she drove him mad with desire. He was sweating; she could feel it on his thighs, brushing against her face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as she became more firm with my sucking. She drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

"Oh, Momonari-kun. I'm going to masturbate when I get back to my room tonight; thinking about this. I love being your cocksucking slut!" She hated to remove his cock from her mouth for even a second, but she knew he would like to hear that bit of information.

At that point, she didn't even bother to lower her voice, as if a part of her inside wanted every other guy to know the truth - that she was so deeply madly in love with Momonari-kun!

"Oh, Sa… Saeki, Oh, feels good..." he moaned.

She returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. She made sexual sounds to excite him; naturally she knew that her erotic moans could drive any guy crazy, even if she was just faking them.

"Mmm...Oh...Mmppphh...UM!" She moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with her mouth filled up. She swished his cock inside her cheeks, getting it as deep into her throat as possible while breathing through her nose.

She was buried deep into his lap; his cock completely inside her mouth, his thighs pressed up against her cheeks, her nose in his lap. Her all natural, long and rich eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.

As Tomoko crouched there like a slut in heat, a series of knocks suddenly echoed on the partition door of the stall. It was immediately clear that the knocks weren't from someone checking on their well-being, but rather from a couple of likely guys outside, who found humor in the situation.

A thought struck Tomoko, shifting her perspective on the situation. She began to entertain the idea that if these guys outside discovered what she was doing to Junta, it might actually serve a positive purpose. In her mind, she pictured the scene where they realized that Junta was indeed the luckiest guy in the world.

She imagined the admiration, perhaps even envy, from other guys could make Junta feel a sense of pride and happiness. It was a playful and confident consideration, reflecting Tomoko's own self-assuredness and her affection for Junta.

Despite the interruption Tomoko remained unfazed. She was focused on keeping her momentum, undeterred by the external distractions. Her priority was to take good care of her lover Junta in that moment, giving him the most thrilling experiences ever, not to respond to some random strangers outside.

Junta's groans were getting louder and his breathing more desperate. She firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from her mouth as she fondled his heavy balls. His balls began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent.

She intended to milk him dry; she sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. She looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were pushing against the partition walls on both sides. She reached his hands and placed them on her perfect breasts, letting him have something soft and pleasant to hold onto while he came.

"Oh...Saeki...I'm gonna come..."

She didn't answer him verbally; she just sucked him faster and made more moaning noises as she prepared to finish him off. Her pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his organ; she made loud slurping and sucking sounds with her mouth.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing; she could feel it shaking. She visualized the hot white come loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard.

"OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" the contractions began, and his erection flexed. She focused the muscles of her mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening her grip around his balls. She felt the pre-cum that she had been tasting all throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more. Then the explosion came.

She had given him blowjobs and swallowed his cum, but this was a very intense rush. Maybe it was because this was his first blowjob in the public, or maybe it was the alcohol, but the intensity and amount of come was difficult to handle. She bobbed her head up and down and forced herself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a drop. He grabbed her breasts tightly; she knew his orgasm was really intense and he needed something to grip onto.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down her throat. She was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled her cheeks. His own cum mixed with her saliva as she licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down. She struggled to breath through her nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as she finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with her hands.

Just when she thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down her throat. She kept his rock hard erection in her mouth after the main part of the orgasm ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended.

Junta completely collapsed, spent and drained. Tomoko lovingly stroked his thighs; his cock was still in her mouth, but she had stopped stimulating him as she knew his cock would be very sensitive. She slowly let him withdraw, and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

And then there was the 'other thing' Tomoko longed for that. Junta's flaccid penis provided her with intimate pleasures of a nature she'd yet to experience. A warm shiver ran through her as Junta's deflated cock shooting out a gushing spray of steaming piss all over her face. The liquid filling her mouth, the bitter taste, the warmth...oh yes...

She closed her mouth around that cock whilst he was still peeing, swallow back his golden stream while passionately massaging his flaccid penis with her tongue, hoping to give him some unforgettable pleasures that no other girl could give... 

It wasn't about some kind of fetish for her. It was more like a deep, desperate desire to show Junta the extent of her love, to demonstrate just how far she'd go to bring him joy. It was partly her way of letting him know that she had forgiven him, even accepted the cruel and tough way he'd treated her, those hurtful slaps, as long as he could truly sense the depth of her love. 

The mood of love was shattered as the stall door burst open with a deafening "CRASH!" Two hulking men, clearly the nightclub's bouncers, towered over Junta, their imposing figures dominating the refined space.

"Hey, kid, you're breaking club rules! Time to leave!" one bouncer growled, grabbing Junta's arm with a vice-like grip.

The bouncers glanced away from Junta, and nearly lost consciousness from the sudden rush of blood rushing to their crotches. Junta's body fluid was still plainly visible on Tomoko's hair, face, neck, and breasts, and with the way her leotard had been torn away from her, her wet sex was obvious, as was the moisture coating the inside of her thighs.

Casually, it seemed, she caught some of Junta's body fluid from her cleavage, and was licking it off her finger with evident relish at the moment. 

Junta, his annoyance flaring, wouldn't let anyone to disrespect him in front of his girl. With a swift "WHOOSH!" he ducked, slipping from the bouncer's grasp. His fist flew in a tight arc, "BAM!" connecting with the bouncer's jaw.

The second bouncer lunged, his massive form moving surprisingly fast. Junta threw a rapid punch without even a glance, "POW!" striking the second bouncer's gut, forcing the air out with a loud "OOF!"

The first bouncer recovered, charging like a bull. "GRR!" Junta spun, his foot sweeping out, "SWISH!" tripping the giant man.

The bouncer stumbled, "WOAH!" crashing into the row of stainless steel sinks with a resounding "CLANG!" Water sprayed from a faucet, adding to the chaos.

The second bouncer, undeterred, roared and tackled Junta, "RRRAAAGH!" But Junta was ready, leveraging the bouncer's momentum to throw him over his shoulder, "WHOOP!"

The bouncer flew through the air, "AARGH!" before his head went into the porcelain toilet with a catastrophic "CRACK!" The fixture shattered, water and ceramic shards exploding in a wild spray.

Tomoko watched with some worries as the chaos started, then when Junta started taking the offensive and striking with his blows, something primitive in her reacted strongly, making her decide that whatever it took, she would be claimed by Junta as his girl, to do with as he chose.

As she decided that, she felt the sexual tension inside herself nearly explode, fell back on that fancy toilet seat, as she was sliding down because her knees wouldn't hold her up. One hand fell between her thighs, and almost unconsciously, she brought it up to stroke herself and satisfy her immediate desire for a climax. Pushing a finger inside herself, her universe shattered, and as she shook in orgasm, his name escaped her lips as a moan. 

Hearing his name, he turned to look at Tomoko, and seeing the way she was touching herself, moaning his name as she convulsed, awakened a strong desire within him to push her legs apart, and take her on the toilet, but given the fact that he was milked dry just seconds ago, and more people would soon come to the crime scene, he managed to stop himself from more lunatic actions. 

He picked her up and teleported back to her home instead, carrying her to her bedroom. As he carried her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear in the most arousing tone he'd ever imagined "Any time, or place. I'm yours, Momonari-kun..." The Mega-playboy couldn't help but kiss her, his tongue playing with hers as he lay her on the bed, then reluctantly straightened up.

****

Life moved forward at Fukoma High.

In response to the incident, Junta explained to the teachers that it was part of a gymnastics and magic fusion performance, taking full responsibility by claiming it was all his idea and that Tomoko was unaware. Despite his explanation, the school board decided on disciplinary actions for both students.

Tomoko was suspended from the gymnastics team, a decision that divided the student body – boys admired her even more for her perceived courage and charm, while many girls harbored deeper resentment.

The school board imposed multiple penalties on Junta. He was tasked with completing community service hours at school, assisting with maintenance and events. Junta was also temporarily banned from all extracurricular activities, mirroring Tomoko's suspension.

Additionally, Junta was placed on probation, with his behavior under close watch, and warned that any further missteps could lead to harsher repercussions.

As Kotomi strolled through the school corridors, she tuned into the latest student gossip. Boys openly admired Tomoko's natural beauty, while the girls' envy towards her was as palpable as ever.

Despite facing disciplinary actions, Tomoko not only emerged unharmed but also earned even more adoration from the boys. This bewildered and angered Kotomi. Yet, her deepest frustration stemmed from Junta, her secret crush, growing more protective of Tomoko. Their bond appeared to strengthen in the face of adversity, the very outcome Kotomi had sought to prevent.

Consumed by envy, Kotomi muttered about the unfairness, "Why does she get everything? Why does every guy love her no matter what she does?" She needed a new strategy to dethrone Tomoko, something decisive to change the dynamics at school.

Ichigo tried comforting Kotomi, saying, "Takanashi-san, don't let it get to you. You were amazing out there." But Kotomi, seeing him as a symbol of her unpopularity, responded coldly and walked away, leaving Ichigo feeling rejected and helpless, aware of the harsh realities of their high school hierarchy.

****

In the neon-lit heart of Shinjuku, a pub thrummed with the energy of Tokyo's night. Amidst the haze of laughter and clinking glasses, Yuzuru sat with his college friends, Tamura and Hideaki. The ambiance of the pub was a blend of modern and rustic, the walls adorned with eclectic art and the air filled with a mix of jazz tunes and the murmur of conversations.

The trio, settled in a dimly lit corner of the pub, were deep in discussion over drinks. Tamura and Hideaki, still nursing their dissatisfaction from their last encounter with Junta, were eager for another chance at revenge. Yuzuru, swirling his drink thoughtfully, was preoccupied with thoughts of Junta's teleportation ability. He found the skill intriguing, a power he coveted for himself.

As they talked, the door swung open, and in walked Ryuuji, his presence commanding the attention of the room. He moved with a confident swagger, his eyes scanning the pub until they settled on Yuzuru's table. Approaching them, the dim lights casting sharp shadows across his face, he asked, "Please excuse me, are you Takanashi Yuzuru?"

Tamura and Hideaki, ever the loyal henchmen, were quick to respond. "Hey kid, what do you want?!" Tamura's voice was laced with hostility, while Hideaki leaned forward, a challenging glint in his eye.

But Ryuuji, unfazed by their posturing, kept his focus on Yuzuru. "I want his DNA."

Over the past few weeks, Ryuuji had been on a relentless quest through Tokyo, seeking out the strongest individuals and copying their DNA. His ambition was clear: he was preparing for a final showdown with Momonari Junta, not just to defeat him but to triumph in front of Tomoko. For Ryuuji, it wasn't just about claiming her physically; he wanted to win her heart, to prove himself superior in every conceivable way.

****

In the expansive library of his mansion, Ryuuji, already empowered with the DNA of the most formidable fighters he could find, roamed restlessly. His eyes, seeking greater strength, were drawn to an ancient tome. It spoke of demons and dragons, entities of immense power and myth. The concept of harnessing such force intrigued him, planting the seed for a transformation beyond mere human capabilities. As he absorbed the lore, a fierce resolve took root, foreshadowing his imminent and formidable evolution for the impending showdown.