[Team FNKI's Dorm Room]
As soon as Daniel pulls out of her throat completely, Neon lets out a loud, shaky gasp. She hadn't even realized how desperately she needed to breathe.
She runs her tongue over her swollen lips, tasting the salty trace he left behind. She can still feel the tingling buzz his cock left in her mouth.
Her gaze lifts just as he starts taking off the rest of his clothes, and what she sees locks her in place. As a huntress-in-training, she's seen well-built bodies before, most of her teammates are in excellent physical shape, toned, defined, built for function. But Daniel is on another level.
Every muscle on his body looks like it's been carved with brutal precision. Strong, defined, without being over the top. Neon, with her feline curiosity, doesn't hold back and reaches out to touch him. He watches her, but doesn't stop her.
Her fingers graze over his firm skin, feeling the way his muscles tense under her touch. "Hard as a rock," she thinks, biting her lower lip.
But that's not what stuns her the most.
Her eyes travel up—his chest, his arms, his abs—and she finds herself staring at dozens of scars that mark his body. Some deep, some thin, some barely visible. She's no stranger to pain—she's got a few scars herself, of course—but nothing compares to the number he carries.
Most hunters keep their bodies nearly untouched thanks to their auras. Seeing him like this, so covered in marks… it doesn't disturb her. Quite the opposite.
She feels her pussy heat up, something twist and stir inside her just from looking at them.
Without thinking, she leans in slowly, pressing her face to his abdomen. His skin is hot, firm, and as she inhales, her body trembles hard. Daniel's scent hits her in full: intense, wild, intoxicating. She has no idea how to describe it, but her body knows it instantly.
Her pussy throbs violently, desperate, ready for him.
Without realizing, her tail lifts reflexively, swaying side to side uncontrollably. Her breathing turns erratic, fists clenched against his stomach as her essence floods her senses. It's driving her insane.
She wants him more than anything in that moment. She wants to surrender, to be taken, to be owned.
She's never felt this way. She's never had that need. But now, her instinct roars. No pride. No dignity. Just raw desire.
With a frustrated whimper, she forces herself to pull away. She crawls across the bed, swaying her hips from side to side in slow, deliberate provocation. Her tail rises, twitching with impatience. When she reaches the edge, she turns her head to look at him.
"Please~~~," she begs, voice broken, soft, completely surrendered.
She brings two fingers to her pussy, parting her slick lips, showing him just how wet she is, how badly she needs him, how long she's been waiting.
Open. Aching.
And Daniel doesn't disappoint.
She feels the mattress dip behind her. The weight of his body approaching makes her gasp, breath trembling with anticipation. Excited for what's coming.
Slap!
A sharp smack lands on her ass.
"Ahh~!" she moans with her eyes shut, feeling the sting mix with a sharp pleasure that shoots up her spine like electricity. She fucking loves it. The sensation is intense, direct, addictive.
"More…" she whispers between breaths, her hips shifting slightly, offering herself on instinct.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
One after another, the smacks echo through the room, leaving her skin burning, hot, and buzzing. Her fingers grip the sheets tight, bunching them up as she takes every hit with delight, gasping at each burst of pain and pleasure. Her ass ends up flushed red, trembling, throbbing.
And then she just can't take it anymore.
"Please, fuck—AHHH~!"
Her plea gets cut short by a strangled scream as she feels Daniel's cock slam into her, pushing deep in one brutal thrust, filling her completely.
Her whole body jolts violently.
Her pussy clenches down instantly, gripping that thick cock with desperate force. The tip slams into her cervix without mercy, yanking a spasm from her that arches her back on pure reflex.
"YESSSSS~!" she screams uncontrollably, her voice breaking, swallowed by a wave of raw pleasure that hits her like lightning.
Her entire body trembles. Every muscle tenses, her breath catches, and an explosive orgasm tears through her without mercy. From the center of her core to the tips of her fingers, everything shakes as she coats Daniel's cock with her juices, completely unable to hold back.
Before, the old Neon would've been embarrassed about cumming this fast. She might've faked control, looked away in shame. But not now. This isn't the same Neon.
The new one wants this. Demands it.
Her body needs it.
And while the aftershocks of her orgasm are still rattling her, a smile creeps across her lips.
She slowly lifts her tail, letting it trail up Daniel's torso, brushing over his chest and rising to provocatively caress his chin. Soft, playful purring slips from her throat.
"Don't stop, please~," she whispers, voice soaked in lust.
Her hips start moving again, a slow series of thrusts, eager to feel him again, grinding against him, taking in every inch. Relishing it.
But she's not ready for the hand that suddenly grabs her by the hair, gripping it hard.
"Ah!" she cries out when he shoves her down, forcing her face into the sheets, her back arching hard. She can't move. Her body is pinned, exposed and obedient, ass raised high, trembling, waiting for what comes next.
Daniel's other hand clamps down on her hip, gripping her with brutal strength, like he's about to break her.
And then he begins.
Slap!
A thrust.
Slap!
Another.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Daniel starts truly fucking her. The thrusts become fast, deep, savage. Each one more intense than the last, slamming into her pussy without pause, claiming it as his own.
Neon can barely think.
She's drowning in pleasure, completely submissive, too weak to resist or even move. All she can do is stay there, trembling, letting herself get fucked, taking everything he gives her.
Every new thrust pulls another moan from her lips, another shiver, another spasm.
And she doesn't want him to stop.
The wet, relentless sound of their bodies slamming together fills the room.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her ass trembles with each thrust. Every snap of his hips rocks her, each motion makes her see stars. Daniel's cock drives in and out fast, stretching her pussy mercilessly. The pressure on her head intensifies, her face still mashed into the bed, crushed against the sheets.
She can't do anything but open her mouth, stick her tongue out, and moan like a bitch completely broken.
"Ah~ ah~ ah~..." she pants uncontrollably, letting drool drip from her lips, soaking the mattress beneath. Her tongue hangs out, her body shakes, her mind goes blank.
"More... more~..." she whispers, barely audible between broken moans, as if her voice no longer belongs to her.
But Daniel hears her loud and clear.
His thrusts become faster, rougher, more frantic. Each one abuses her pussy in the most delicious way, pounding her without rest, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Neon can't resist. She doesn't want to.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He fucks her like an animal. Like there's no tomorrow.
His cock drenches Neon's inner walls with every stroke, and her body takes it all with devotion, clinging tight around his length, begging for more.
Until she feels it.
Daniel's cock starts to throb inside her, his rhythm becoming more urgent, more erratic. She knows exactly what's coming.
"Yes! CUM INSIDE!" she screams without thinking, her face still buried in the bed, her voice raw and desperate.
She doesn't care about anything else. She doesn't care if it's reckless or what the consequences are. Her whole body is begging for it, her entire being demands it.
She wants to feel him fill her.
"Slap! Slap! SLAP!"
A few more thrusts. And then it hits. One last brutal thrust. Stronger than all the others. Deeper.
Daniel buries himself all the way inside her.
"AHHHHHHHH~!"
Neon's scream echoes through the room, her whole body convulsing under a violent orgasm that rips through her, breaks her, leaves her gasping, soaking Daniel's cock with hot, gushing fluids.
And right then, he cums too.
She feels it. One... two... three thick waves shooting straight into her womb. Heavy, hot ropes of cum flooding her insides without pause. Thick. Warm.
Perfect.
He doesn't pull out.
Just like when he filled her throat, Daniel stays deep inside her pussy, making sure every last drop stays right where it belongs. His hand is still tangled in Neon's hair, as if he's not ready to let her go.
But she has no intention of moving away.
She doesn't budge.
She lets him release everything inside her, breathing raggedly, feeling the cum threaten to spill out, slowly dripping between her swollen lips.
Several minutes pass in silence, the room filled only with the sound of heavy breathing and sweaty skin.
Finally, the grip on her head loosens. Neon takes the chance to turn her neck slightly and glance back at Daniel over her shoulder, just as he pulls out.
His cock slides out slowly, soaked in their mixed fluids. The moment she feels him fully leave her, Neon collapses onto her side, completely spent.
Exhausted.
Her body is thoroughly used, her legs refuse to respond, and her breathing is a total mess. Her heart is still pounding wildly in her chest.
"Am I still alive?"
It's the first coherent thought Neon manages to form, while a tingling sensation runs through the lower half of her body, especially her hips… and her pussy, which, though satisfied, continues to throb, begging for a break.
Her eyes land on Daniel again, taking him in once more.
His body.
His scars.
Something about them feels way too familiar.
She's sure she's seen them before. And the longer she stares, the stronger that certainty becomes. Like something in her memory starts unlocking detail by detail. Suddenly, a spark fires off in her head, and a long-lost neuron makes the connection.
And the memory hits her like a bucket of cold water.
That body. Those marks. That white hair.
"I've seen him before!" she realizes all at once, eyes wide. "In a hardcore porn video!"
It wasn't just any video. She remembers it vividly. A brutal, no-holds-barred fuck session. Savage, relentless. His face never showed, but everything else… every scar, every muscle, every motion… it all matches.
And now, after having him on top of her, after feeling him inside her… the way he dominated her, the strength, the intensity…
She knows. It's him.
"Are you the guy from that porn video…?" she blurts out without thinking, still panting, curiosity dripping from her voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replies calmly, shrugging.
Neon stares at him in silence, not believing it for a second.
She's completely certain it's him, but her mischievous smile starts to fade slowly. In its place, something more serious creeps in. Alarm.
"Oh no... he's the guy from the hardcore porn!" her mind repeats, this time, without any excitement.
She remembers what he did to the faun girl in that video. How rough he was with her. How intense the rounds were. How much he fucked her… again and again and again.
And now, with her hormones settling and her brain starting to function again, Neon sees things a little more clearly.
She's in danger.
Her body is in danger.
More precisely… her pussy is in danger.
And it all gets worse when she notices something that makes her swallow hard.
Daniel's erection is back.
Pointed directly at her.
Ready for another round.
"Ehh…" she mumbles with a nervous smile, trying to push herself up clumsily, only to fail. Her legs won't work. They tremble uncontrollably.
"M-maybe we should take a break…" she suggests urgently, dragging herself with her arms, using what little energy she has left to crawl off the bed as best she can, but she doesn't get far.
"Eep!"
A squeal slips from her lips as his hands clamp around her thighs like claws, dragging her back effortlessly. Her body slides backward, helpless to resist.
"I don't think so," Daniel growls, flipping her over in one swift motion, leaving her on her back, completely exposed.
Neon goes still, breathing hard, her heart pounding like crazy. She has no way to defend herself.
"If you can try to escape, you can still take a little more," he whispers near her ear, voice low and rough, his hot breath making her skin prickle and a shiver shoot down her spine.
Daniel's hands move down, firm, prying her legs apart. Opening her. Leaving her completely vulnerable, with her soaked, glistening pussy still dripping.
And he doesn't waste any time.
Neon watches as his cock settles between her thighs, rubbing slowly against her entrance. The tip pushes in gently, parting her swollen lips, slick with the thick mix of both their fluids.
"Maybe... we could just cuddle...?" she tries to suggest with a trembling voice, barely audible, looking up at him with a mix of exhaustion and tenderness.
There's a brief moment where their eyes meet.
It doesn't last.
His answer comes in the form of a thrust.
He slams into her all at once, burying himself completely, forcing his way back into her soaked pussy and filling her mercilessly.
"AHHH!" Neon cries out, a sharp scream ripped from her throat—pure shock and pleasure colliding.
"I GUESS THAT'S A NO~!" she manages to shout between gasps, just as the relentless thrusting resumes.
Rhythmic.
Deep.
Unstoppable.
Her pussy is being fucked again without mercy.
"Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!" her moans fall in sync with the pounding, each thrust etching itself into her brain, every wet, delicious stroke tearing her apart from the inside.
The rhythm is perfect. Steady. Every thrust makes her arch, trembling. Her inner walls worship him, clenching hard, squeezing every inch with wild, desperate need.
Her body is past its limits. Her tits bounce with every snap of his hips, sweat glistens on her skin, running down her neck and chest. Her legs shake from the effort, but she can't—and doesn't want to—stop. The feeling is too fucking good.
"Ahhh, FUCK!" she cries again when one of Daniel's hands slips between her legs.
His thumb finds her G-spot and starts rubbing it fast, mercilessly.
"FUUUUUUUCK~!" Neon screams without a shred of restraint, writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by the double stimulation.
The thrusts don't stop.
He keeps fucking her with the same relentless force, even as his finger works her most sensitive spot. It's too much. Her hands claw at the bed, trying to hold on, but every touch pushes her closer to the edge, every thrust steals her breath.
She's about to cum again…
Until Daniel stops.
His finger pulls away. Neon can barely breathe, her whole body trembling from the unresolved need.
But there's no time to recover.
Suddenly, she feels Daniel's full weight on top of her—his body covering hers, his chest pressing down on her tits, his breath brushing against her neck.
His cock is still inside her, throbbing with every heartbeat.
She can hear him breathing right next to her ear. Each exhale sends chills down her spine.
And then he starts moving again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The thrusts resume, but now they're different: longer, slower, deeper. Torturous.
He's clearly trying to drive her insane.
And goddamn it… he's succeeding.
She feels Daniel's tongue trail up her neck slowly, like he's savoring her. There's no other way to describe it.
She feels like prey about to be devoured.
And for some reason, that turns her on even more.
Her hands dig into his back, nails raking down hard. Her legs—though still shaking—manage to wrap around his waist, pulling him against her, forcing him deeper.
She wants more. She wants him to fuck her harder.
Her pussy walls clench around him, massaging him with desperate devotion, begging to be taken again.
"Mmhmm~!" Neon moans through clenched teeth just as Daniel sinks his teeth into her neck.
It's not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark.
And that act… that perfect pressure…
It makes Neon's eyes roll back.
Her whole body jolts like a surge of electricity just hit her, launching her straight into a second orgasm.
There's no resistance left.
"Cum… please~!" she begs between moans, her voice shaking, muffled against his neck. Her entire body tenses, right on the brink of collapse, ready for one final orgasm, one she knows will be the strongest yet… and probably the last one she can handle… for now.
Daniel's thrusts pick up speed.
They're fast, deep, brutal. The bed shakes violently beneath them with every motion. His cock slams mercilessly into the end of her pussy, and Neon's juices soak the sheets without control, dripping out with every wet, filthy thrust.
The rhythm isn't just intense anymore—it's desperate.
He moves like he needs to cum. And she can feel it. She loves it.
Unable to hold back, Neon leans forward and sinks her teeth into Daniel's neck. She bites him hard, returning the favor as she clings to him with the last of her strength.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room. Raw. Savage. Animalistic. And it only drives him to move harder, deeper, more wildly.
Her pussy grips him desperately, trying to suck in every inch, refusing to let him go, refusing to let him pull away.
Every time he thrusts in, her body responds by clenching tighter, begging wordlessly for him to stay inside, to give her everything.
And then—finally—it happens.
"Mhmmm~!" Neon's moan is muffled against his neck as her body explodes with pleasure.
The orgasm hits her violently, so intense that her legs completely give out. Spasms tear through her from head to toe as a hot wave of fluids gushes uncontrollably, soaking the bed, drenching the place where their bodies are still joined.
Just in time to feel him.
Daniel cums inside her.
Neon releases the bite, throws her head back with her mouth open, gasping, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
A thick, hot load floods her pussy without pause.
She feels her womb fill up completely, the contractions inside her milking every drop, desperate to keep it, to hold on to all of it.
Her body burns from the inside out… and yet, something begins to fade.
A wave of calm slowly washes over her.
Her muscles tremble.
Her breath grows shallow.
Her mind—hazy.
"The best… fuck… of my life…" she murmurs faintly, a soft smile on her lips.
And then everything goes dark.
Neon lets go. She doesn't fight it. Her senses slip away as sleep slowly pulls her under.
Her body, completely spent, falls into unconsciousness.
[An undefined amount of time later]
Neon opens her eyes slowly, blinking a few times as she tries to remember when exactly she fell asleep. She has no idea how much time has passed, but the moment she shifts her head, she feels it: Daniel's arm is still beneath her cheek: warm, solid, comfortable. She's been using it as a pillow this whole time.
She's not surprised. She just sighs, curling back up next to him as if that could somehow stop the wave of thoughts crashing into her head.
"He made me his bitch…" she thinks, unable to come up with a more elegant way to describe what happened.
Now that her mind is clearer, she's not entirely sure how to feel about it. She brings her hands to her face, burning with embarrassment as every detail comes flooding back—especially the part where she let him dominate her without putting up any resistance.
"Ahh…" she breathes, hiding a little deeper under the blanket as she tries to figure out what the hell to do with that information.
On one hand, it felt good. Too good.
And on the other… if anyone ever found out, she'd be the laughingstock of the entire academy.
"Not in a million years," she mutters to herself, making the most logical and not-so-hard decision: no one can ever know what happened in this room.
"At least nobody knows," she thinks with a hint of relief.
But right then—like the universe had been waiting for that exact thought just to ruin her life—the dorm room door bursts open.
Flint walks in unannounced, a bag in one hand, followed by Kobalt and Ivory. All the members of Team FNKI are back.
Neon's heart stops.
When she got assigned to a team with three guys, she thought it was the best day of her life. With male hunters already being a minority, landing three of them in one team felt like a miracle. But right now, that very miracle is turning into her worst nightmare.
There was no time to hide Daniel. No time to cover herself up. No time to make a majestic escape.
"Neon, I brought you a sandw—" Flint starts, but he cuts off abruptly as he takes in the scene before him.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, NEON?!" he yells, dropping the bag with a loud thud onto the floor.
Kobalt freezes, clearly trying not to look directly. Ivory raises his brows, visibly uncomfortable and curious, though not nearly as shocked as the other two.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Neon blurts out, throwing her arms up in panic. But the motion only makes things worse, revealing more of her naked body and the very obvious marks all over her skin.
Flint stares at her in disgust. Kobalt turns around completely, giving her his back. Ivory just brings a hand to his mouth, barely holding back a laugh.
"You've gotta be kidding me, Neon!" Flint snaps, visibly revolted. "How desperate do you have to be to stoop to this?" He points toward the bed, not at her, but at the one lying next to her.
"This is seriously low."
That hurts. It pisses her off that he's mad, but even more that he's talking about Daniel like that.
She can handle the judgment aimed at her, but not him. He didn't deserve that.
"Hey!" she snaps defensively, frowning. "You don't have to talk about him like that!"
Flint looks at her, clearly confused.
"You're defending that thing?"
Neon's eyes harden.
"He's not a thing!" she yells, furious. "He has feelings!"
Ivory can't hold it anymore. He doubles over laughing.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Flint braces himself against the wall with one hand, clearly overwhelmed.
"I think I'm gonna puke…" he mutters between dry heaves, trying not to look.
"Oh, please!" Neon shoots back, crossing her arms. "Don't be a child. It's not like you've never had sex before."
She's offended. She expected a bit more maturity. Or at least a little less drama.
Arms still crossed, she glares at them. She had hoped for some level of maturity from her teammates, but clearly, she'd been far too optimistic. She never imagined they'd react like this.
Flint slowly straightens himself, taking deep breaths to recover, but the moment he inhales even a bit more of the room's air, his expression twists again as he fights the urge to vomit. He fixes his eyes on her.
"When I come back!" he says, pointing at her. "I WANT THAT THING OUT OF THIS ROOM!"
His voice echoes off the walls. He's visibly disgusted.
"I don't care what you do with it. Throw it away, burn it, whatever. But I want it GONE!"
Neon blinks, stunned by his reaction. She immediately turns, searching for Daniel, hoping he didn't hear that, or at least hoping he hadn't taken it too badly. But when she looks back at the bed… he's not there. Where he should be… is a doll.
[image]
A sex doll.
A sex doll with Daniel's smiling face, dressed in outrageously provocative lingerie.
Neon goes blank. Speechless. Her mouth hangs slightly open. She tries to say something, but nothing coherent comes out.
Flint doesn't even wait for an explanation.
"You know what?" he says, turning to Kobalt and Ivory. "I'm not staying here tonight."
He walks toward the door, and as he passes his teammates, he adds seriously:
"I'd suggest you do the same."
Before leaving, he turns one last time toward Neon, his tone sharp:
"Get that thing out of the dorm. I want everything cleaned. Disinfected. That's an order—from your team leader."
Without waiting for a response, he throws the door open and storms out of the room. Kobalt follows in silence, but Ivory pauses for a moment. With a mischievous grin, he opens his scroll and snaps a photo of Neon next to the sex doll before running out after them.
Neon barely reacts. Her mind is flooded with unanswered questions.
Where's Daniel?
How did that doll get into her bed?
What the hell is going on?
But she has no time to think.
"Flint, Kobalt, Ivory, wait!" she shouts, jumping out of bed and scrambling for her clothes.
"I can explain!" she yells, running toward the door. "He was a real person before, I swear!"
She bolts out into the hallway, desperate to catch up to them.
"IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!" she cries, just as the door closes behind her.
The room falls into complete silence… for a few seconds.
On the bed, the sex doll that had been completely still just moments ago begins to glow. Its entire body cracks like fragile glass, breaking slowly, until it reveals Daniel, lying perfectly at ease, a triumphant smile on his face.
"I love Neo's semblance," he murmurs, as a wide grin spreads across his lips.
[You have cheated on your girlfriend]
You have cheated on Ruby Rose with Neon Katt, a student from Atlas Academy.
Rating: B
[Copying semblance from Neon Katt: Rainbow]
[Rainbow functions unlocked: 20%]
[Stat assimilation from Neon Katt: 5% (25% MAX)]
[Bonus reward]
+4 gacha pulls
[You have cheated on your girlfriend]
You have cheated on Weiss Schnee with Neon Katt, a student from Atlas Academy.
Rating: A
[Rainbow functions unlocked: 50%]
[Stat assimilation from Neon Katt: 12.5% (25% MAX)]
[Bonus reward]
+5 gacha pulls
[Unique Trait]
Tasmanian Werewolf Curse – 32.08%
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Author's note:
I had a note ready for this chapter, but I have no idea where I left it... Oh well, it probably wasn't that important anyway.
Some people have asked why I don't upload this fanfic to another site. Honestly, I'm not happy with how I wrote the beginning, and if I were to post it somewhere else, I'd want to rewrite it first. That would take time… time I don't have. So for now, I'm just keeping a backup in case this story gets deleted from the platform.
Are you enjoying the story? Yes? No? Leave a comment with your thoughts and suggestions, I'd love to read them.
Anyway, see you around!
Hugs and kisses! 🍨