Hiro's voice, thick with unmasked lust, is a low command. "I also want satisfaction, Riko-chan. Just like you got yours." He rises to his feet, his gaze burning into her, then reaches down, and with a swift motion, pulls down his short pants. His erected dick springs free, throbbing, visibly hard.
Riko's eyes snap open, widening in profound shock and a terror she's never known. She stares, transfixed, at the raw, pulsating flesh before her. She has never seen a real dick in her life, not up close, not like this. It's larger, thicker, more imposing than anything she could have imagined, a stark, undeniable symbol of his power over her. Her breath hitches, a silent gasp trapped in her throat.
"Look at it, Riko-chan," Hiro murmurs, his voice a possessive growl. He takes a step closer, pushing his erection almost to her face. "This is for you. Now, act like a girlfriend for me. Show me you want this."
Riko's body trembles, a deep, involuntary shudder. Every fiber of her being screams in revulsion, but her will is utterly shattered. Her hand, shaking almost uncontrollably, slowly rises. Her fingers are cold and clammy as they timidly reach out, making contact with the hot, hard length of his dick.
She hesitates, her fingers barely grazing him, but Hiro's gaze is unwavering, demanding more. "Hold it, Riko-chan," he commands, his voice firm. "Like this." He reaches down, guiding her trembling hand, wrapping her fingers firmly around his erected dick. The warmth, the sheer rigidity of it, is shocking against her palm.
"Now," he whispers, his voice thick with triumph, "move your hand. Slowly. Make me feel good. Make your boyfriend happy, Riko-chan."
Riko's eyes, wide and haunted, stare blankly ahead, unable to meet his gaze. Her hand, stiff and unwilling, begins to move, slowly, awkwardly, up and down the thick shaft of his penis. The rough texture of his skin, the pulsing heat, the slickness that quickly coats her fingers – it's all alien, repulsive, yet undeniably real. She moves her hand with a mechanical compliance, her body responding to his command, betraying her shattered will.
Hiro watches Riko's trembling hand move over his erected dick, a wave of triumphant lust surging through him. He feels the soft, hesitant strokes, the warmth of her fingers, and a profound sense of power swells within him. This is the Ice Queen, the most beautiful, untouchable girl in the entire school, now reduced to pleasing him, a low-life like him. The thought is intoxicating, a brutal validation of his depraved ambitions.
"That's it, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice thick with unmasked desire, watching her eyes, wide and horrified, fixed on his pulsating length. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. You make me so incredibly hard. You make me ache for you." He grabs her hand, guiding her movements, making her stroke him with more purpose, more force.
He leans in, his face close to hers, his breath hot against her ear, his words a stream of degrading lust. "The most beautiful girl in Seiryu, stroking my dick," he whispers, a low, guttural growl of pride. "Do you know how many guys dream of this, Riko-chan? How many of them would kill to be where I am right now? To have your hands on them, making them crazy?"
He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, imagining the envious glares of his secret group. "You're so good at this, Riko-chan," he praises, his voice a low, seductive purr. "A natural. You were born to please a man. To feel this hardness against your hand. To make him groan with pleasure." He lets out a low, drawn-out moan himself, a performance for her, a visceral display of her effect on him.
Riko's face burns crimson, her body trembling uncontrollably. She feels the warmth of his dick in her hand, the slick pre-cum, the sheer, undeniable reality of what she is doing. Her mind screams in protest, but her body, overwhelmed and broken, continues to obey, her fingers moving in a mechanical rhythm.
"You're making me so wet, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a raw whisper, pulling her closer so she can feel the full heat of his groin against her. "So ready to explode. And it's all thanks to you. You're becoming so lustful for me, aren't you? So utterly submissive." He reinforces her perceived pleasure, twisting her humiliation into a sign of her own burgeoning desire.
Hidden behind the soil bags, Ken watches, his breath hitched in his throat, his body trembling uncontrollably. His hand, as if compelled by an unseen force, moves in sync with Riko's, mimicking her strokes on Hiro's erected dick. He feels it all: the rough texture, the pulsating heat, the slickness that coats her fingers. A perverse, sickening pleasure washes over him, a profound violation of his own sister, yet undeniably potent. He's tasting, feeling, experiencing, through her, the ultimate forbidden intimacy. The sight of his beautiful sister serving like this, her pride utterly shattered, sends a raw, brutal surge of lust through him that he can no longer control.
Hiro groans, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. He reaches out, pulling Riko's trembling hand away from his dick. "That's enough, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice thick with triumph. He helps her to her feet, though her legs still feel weak, like jelly. "Now," he commands, his voice dropping to a low, possessive purr, "turn around for me. And put that beautiful ass towards me."
Riko's eyes widen in terror, her face a mask of profound fear. She knows what he wants. She can feel the lingering heat of his dick on her hand, the memory of his mouth on her. "No, Hiro-kun," she whispers, her voice strained, a desperate plea. "Please. I... I can't. Not... not my virginity. I haven't agreed to that."
Hiro chuckles, a low, dismissive sound that mocks her fear. He steps closer, his hard dick now pressing directly against her firm ass. "Don't worry, Riko-chan," he purrs, his voice laced with a chilling deceptiveness. "I promised, didn't I? I won't enter you. Not until you beg for it, anyway." He lets the last words hang in the air, a future promise of degradation. "But I want to feel you. All of you. I want to slide against you. Just the entrance. That sweet, tight little slit of yours."
He presses himself more firmly against her, his erected dick rubbing insistently between her buttocks, seeking the shadowed juncture. Riko's body stiffens, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, but she's utterly powerless to resist. She feels the warmth, the incredible wetness he has already coaxed from her, seeping between her ass cheeks.
He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to feel how tight you are, Riko-chan. How wet you get for me." He presses his erected dick against her buttocks, grinding subtly, then shifts, the head of his cock making direct, insistent contact with her pussy. He feels the incredible wetness seeping through the thin skin of his tip, the undeniable warmth, the soft, yielding texture of her untouched labia. He pushes gently, then pulls back, a slow, agonizing slide that makes her gasp, a raw sound of shock and a terrifying, unwanted sensation. He is teasing her, giving her a taste of his full penetration without fully invading, a cruel act that pushes her to the very brink of her resistance.
Riko's body tenses, a profound shudder running through her as Hiro's hard dick presses intimately against her entrance. The contact is a searing brand, a raw, undeniable intrusion that ignites a complex storm within her. Shame burns hot in her cheeks, scalding her from the inside out, yet beneath it, a terrifying heat blossoms, spreading through her core, a helpless, undescribable feeling that overwhelms her. Her mind screams in protest, but her body, trembling and yielding, is no longer her own.
Hiro leans in, his voice a low, guttural growl, thick with lust. "Feel that, Riko-chan?" he murmurs, his lips almost brushing her ear. "My dick, right at your pussy. It's screaming for me, isn't it? Begging to be taken." He presses the head of his cock harder against her, testing her limits, urging her to yield. "So tight, so wet. You're melting for me, aren't you? Just for me." His words are a direct, brutal assault, meant to strip away her final shred of resistance, to ignite her sexual desire into a furious, uncontrollable blaze.
As he speaks, his hand, already on her D-cup breast, begins to grope with more purpose, more force. He kneads the soft, full flesh, shaping it to his palm, his thumb deliberately rubbing her nipple, which stands out, hard and erect, begging for more. Her breast feels incredibly soft, yielding to his insistent touch, and he imagines biting it, leaving a mark of his conquest.
He begins to thrust his hips, not entering her, but pressing, grinding, simulating the act of penetration. His movements are quicker now, more forceful, pushing her into the wall, driving her to the very brink of submission. Riko's ass, firm and round, presses against his pelvis with each simulated stroke, feeling the rhythm of his lust. Her long, toned legs tremble beneath her, barely able to support her weight, and she feels herself sliding down the wall, a testament to her utter lack of strength.
Even in this moment of raw degradation, Riko's beauty is stark and undeniable. Her face, flushed crimson, framed by strands of her long black hair that have escaped her ponytail, is a mask of shame and a terrifying, unwanted arousal. Her full, high breasts, unbound and heaving, bounce slightly with each of his thrusts, their nipples dark and prominent. Her small waist is a delicate contrast to the generous curve of her hips and the powerful thighs that are now subtly parted. Every curve, every line of her sexy figure, is highlighted by the intimate violence of his actions, a vision of unwilling sensuality that he is meticulously capturing for his own depraved satisfaction.
Riko's body, pressed against the cold wall, trembles uncontrollably, a profound betrayal of her conscious will. Her mind screams in silent agony, but a low, guttural moan escapes her lips, a sound she never knew she could make. Her pussy, already slick and swollen from Hiro's relentless assault, is now impossibly wet, responding with an undeniable urgency to the raw friction of his body. She has tasted pleasure before, a solitary, shame-filled release coaxed by her own hand in private moments, but this... this is more real, more visceral, more terrifyingly potent than anything she has ever known.
The sensation of his erected dick, grinding against her, pushing against her entrance, sends waves of bewildering heat through her. Her feminine figure, usually so composed and elegant, is transformed by the escalating sexual activity. Her D-cup breasts heave with every ragged breath, her nipples tight and aching, her small waist arching subtly, and her firm, round ass presses into his pelvis with each thrust, a raw, sensual display that is utterly beyond her control. This is not her will; she despises it, loathes every moment, yet her body is a traitor, responding with a primal intensity that is both humiliating and terrifyingly erotic.
The icy wall she had meticulously built around herself, the formidable facade of control and composure, has utterly melted. It has crumbled under the relentless heat of Hiro's lust and the brutal reality of his conquest. She is no longer the Ice Queen; she is simply flesh, raw and exposed, trembling on the precipice of forced submission.
Hidden behind the soil bags, Ken watches, transfixed and horrified. His groin aches, a painful throb that mirrors the scene before him. He is witnessing the unthinkable: Hiro fucking his sister, the rhythmic grind of their bodies, the raw, guttural sounds, the explicit degradation unfolding before his very eyes. He is a silent, agonizing voyeur to Riko's complete and utter destruction, his own desires mirroring the perversion he despises.
Hiro's hand clamps onto Riko's waist, his eyes devouring the sight of her round ass swaying with each of his forceful thrusts. "Look at that, Riko-chan," he grunts, his voice thick with raw lust, "your ass just waves with every push. So perfect. So damn beautiful." He drives into her, faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
After a few minutes of relentless pounding, a guttural groan tears from Hiro's throat. His body convulses, and he reaches his climax, spilling his semen between her legs, a hot, sticky testament to his triumph. Riko's body sags against the wall, utterly exhausted, but even in her spent state, her beauty is still there, her sweaty figure glistening under the afternoon sun.
Hiro pulls back slightly, his face flushed with satisfaction. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "You're so sexy, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive purr. He then kisses her, a rough, claiming kiss on her damp cheek. "That's how you make a man come. You were made for this. You're completely mine now." His words, laced with perverse admiration, are designed to brand her, to ensure her continued submission.
He pulls up his pants, adjusting himself, then looks at Riko, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Alright, Riko-san," he says, his voice now returning to a more businesslike tone, yet still carrying the weight of his recent conquest. "Now for your job. I want to be a member of the student council. That's your job to make it happen."
Riko stares at him, her eyes wide and vacant. Her body is still trembling, her legs weak, but she makes no protest. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible, a profound admission of defeat. "I agree."
He pulls up his pants, adjusting himself, then looks at Riko, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Alright, Kurosawa-san," he says, his voice now returning to a more businesslike tone, yet still carrying the weight of his recent conquest. "Now for your job. I want to be a member of the student council. That's your job to make it happen."
Riko stares at him, her eyes wide and vacant. Her body is still trembling, her legs weak, but she makes no protest. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible, a profound admission of defeat. "I agree."
Hiro's smile widens. He reaches out, and with a sharp, possessive slap, he hits her hip. "Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Riko doesn't flinch, doesn't resist. She simply stands there, utterly compliant.
Hiro turns and walks away, leaving Riko alone on the rooftop. Ken, hidden behind the soil bags, watches as his sister slowly, mechanically, pulls up her short pants and adjusts her t-shirt, trying to restore some semblance of order to her disheveled appearance. Her movements are slow, her body language utterly devoid of her usual energy. She looks so weak, so fragile, a stark contrast to the vibrant, active woman he knows.
As she turns to leave the rooftop, her gaze sweeps across the area, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes seem to meet Ken's hiding spot. He freezes, his heart pounding. Her expression is unreadable, an unknown mixture of shame, emptiness, and something else... something profound and disturbing that he can't quite decipher. Riko is changed. The Ice Queen is gone, her defenses shattered, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that chills Ken to his core.