Pure Route in a Netorare School

Nana broke from her spot first.

Took half a step toward him.

Then remembered Kurosaki’s warning and sharply stopped.

— Kento…

Her voice broke.

Suzu started crying.

Quietly.

Soundlessly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving dark tracks in the makeup.

I stood between them.

And couldn’t move.

Kurosaki slowly turned to us.

There was blood on his sleeve.

On his knuckles too.

He looked first at Nana.

Then at Suzu.

Finally — at me.

And smiled.

With that same light smile with which he had greeted us a few minutes ago.

As if nothing had happened.

As if Kento wasn’t lying at his feet.

As if we weren’t trembling with fear.

As if all of this had been just a short conversation before class.

From that smile it became worse.

Much worse.

I suddenly felt completely transparent.

As if Kurosaki saw everything.

My fear.

My confusion.

The way my gaze had changed.

All the thoughts I myself didn’t want to admit.

He took one step in our direction.

We stepped back at the same time.

All three of us.

That made him smile a little wider.

I lowered my gaze.

But almost immediately raised it again.

Couldn’t not look.

My legs barely held me.

My fingers had gone numb.

The cigarette had long fallen from my hand and was smoldering on the asphalt.

The air mixed the smells of smoke, blood and damp concrete.

Somewhere behind the building ordinary school life was already beginning.

Voices rang out.

Someone laughed.

The sound of a ball came from the gym.

And here it was as if a different world existed.

A world where Kento no longer decided anything.

Where our previous power had disappeared in a few minutes.

Where everything now depended on the person standing in front of us.

I should have hated him.

Should have thought only about how to help Kento.

How to call an ambulance.

How to explain what had happened.

But there wasn’t a single coherent thought in my head.

Only Kurosaki’s face.

His voice.

His calm.

And the terrifying understanding:

I would never be able to look at him the same way as before.

He calmly walked up to us.

I stood, still trembling finely, and watched as he bent down.

His enormous figure leaned easily, almost lazily.

He picked up Nana’s phone with two fingers, turned it over, examining the cracked screen and the deep scratch on the case.

Then, without saying a word, he took a thick black wallet from his inner pocket.

When he opened it, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.

There lay a dense stack of bills.

Not a few thousand.

A real, heavy stack.

He didn’t even bother counting.

Just separated roughly as much as the phone cost with his thumb and held it out to Nana.

— Take it. Buy a new one.

Nana held out her hands.

Her fingers were noticeably trembling.

She accepted the money so carefully, as if it were something sacred.

When she raised her eyes to him, there was no more horror in them.

Only complete, deep submission.

And something very similar to adoration.

As if he hadn’t just broken her boyfriend’s spine, but had given her life.

Then he approached Suzu.

She was still quietly sobbing.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, leaving black tracks of mascara.

Kurosaki stopped right in front of her.

His figure completely blocked her from the sun.

He slowly raised his enormous palm and placed it on her head.

His fingers almost completely covered the top of her head.

He began to stroke.

Slowly.

Heavily.

The way you stroke a completely obedient animal.

With his thumb he carefully wiped a tear from her cheek, then another.

Suzu froze.

Completely.

Even the sobs stopped.

She raised her eyes to him from below.

The gaze was wet, red… and absolutely submissive.

As if she was looking at a god.

Or at a master.

I bit my lower lip so hard that I tasted blood.

He had just destroyed our guy.

Right in front of our eyes.

Calmly.

Methodically.

Without a single extra emotion.

And now, less than two minutes later, he was already calmly taking us in hand.

As if it was self-evident.

I wanted to step forward.

As the strongest one.

As the one who always decided for all three of us.

But my legs betrayed me.

They were trembling so hard that I could barely stand.

And between my thighs it was still hot, wet and sticky.

My panties were completely soaked.

Every time I made the slightest movement, I felt that moisture.

Kurosaki slowly turned his head and looked at me.

His eyes were calm.

Dark.

Appraising.

He was looking as if he already knew what I was feeling right now.

As if he saw both the fear and that dirty arousal I was trying to hide.

He smiled slightly.

Then simply extended his hand.

Large.

Heavy.

With bloodied knuckles.

And pulled me to himself.

I didn’t resist.

Didn’t even have time.

His hand landed on my lower back and pressed me into his body.

A second later with his other hand he pulled Nana and Suzu as well.

We ended up pressed against his chest as a trio.

His arms easily wrapped around all of us at once.

We were completely surrounded by him.

By his warmth.

By his scent.

By his size.

The smell hit my head immediately.

Blood.

Sweat.

And a heavy, thick, purely masculine musk that came from his skin and clothes.

It was so strong that my head spun.

I could feel his heart beating.

Slowly.

Calmly.

Completely differently from ours.

Our hearts were pounding like crazy.

And he… as if he hadn’t just broken a man’s spine.

Instead of sobs and tears, completely different sounds suddenly started tearing out of us.

Quiet.

Trembling.

Wet moans.

Nana quietly sobbed into his chest — no longer from fear.

Suzu pressed her cheek to his shirt and let out a thin, almost plaintive sound.

And I… I simply stood, pressed against him, and felt how between my legs it was getting hot again.

Even hotter than a minute ago.

All three of us were trembling in his arms.

And he simply held us.

Calmly.

Like his things.

— Well then… — he said low, almost lazily.

— You’re like bitches in heat.

The voice was calm, but shivers ran down my spine.

He said it so simply.

Without anger.

Without mockery.

Like a statement of fact.

He walked over to the old metal bench by the wall and sat down.

Spread his legs wide.

Then with one hand he scooped Nana under the arms and easily sat her on his left knee.

Suzu — on the right.

Both quietly gasped when their asses touched his thighs.

And me he pulled last.

A large hand landed on my waist, turned me and sat me right in the center.

Straddling him.

So that I ended up completely between his spread legs.

I sat… and my body instantly tensed.

Under me, through the thin fabric of his pants, an enormous, hot, hard flesh was pulsing.

Not just hard.

Thick.

Heavy.

Long.

Even through the clothes I could feel its shape and heat.

The head was pressing right against my most sensitive point.

The shaft ran along my entire crotch, and I clearly felt how big it was.

«Does something like that… even exist..?»

«With that… you could kill someone…»

From that one thought a hot wave went through me.

I got wetter.

Hot, thick moisture gushed so sharply that I felt my panties become completely soaked and sticky.

The liquid had already started running down the inner side of my thighs.

Involuntarily, shamefully, but already unable to stop, I slightly shifted, pressing harder.

The enormous shaft slid along my wet slit, and a quiet, trembling sound escaped my throat.

Kurosaki was looking down at us.

Exactly down from above.

His face was calm.

Almost relaxed.

But there wasn’t a drop of warmth in his eyes.

Only cold, heavy ownership.

He was looking at us as if we had already long belonged to him.

As if three trembling, wet, red-faced girls on his knees weren’t people, but things.

Toys.

Which he had just taken for himself by right of the strong.

His gaze slowly slid over us.

First over Nana — over her parted lips, over the way she involuntarily squeezed her thighs on his knee.

Then over Suzu — over her wet lashes and the way she was trembling finely.

And finally over me.

Over the way I was sitting astride his cock.

Over the way my thighs were slightly twitching.

Over the way I could no longer sit still and was already barely noticeably grinding against him.

He looked for a long time.

Studying.

Without pity.

Without embarrassment.

Only with the full, absolute feeling that we were his.

And from that gaze I became even hotter.

Even wetter.

I realized that he saw everything.

And he liked it.

— Don’t worry, — he said quietly.

— I brought a spare set of clothes.

Those words became the trigger.

We broke.

Nana without the slightest shame grabbed his large hand with both palms.

Raised it to her lips.

And began greedily, almost desperately licking his fingers.

Blood.

Dirt.

Sweat.

Her tongue slid between his fingers, over the knuckles, over the palm.

She moaned right into his skin, loudly and wetly, as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

Suzu buried her face in his armpit.

Deeply.

Greedily.

She was inhaling the heavy, thick male scent as if her life depended on it.

At the same time her hand was already under her skirt.

I could hear the wet, lewd sounds with which she was touching herself.

Her fingers moved quickly.

She moaned right into his armpit, pressing harder and harder.

And I…

I was sitting astride his enormous cock and could no longer stop.

In circular motions.

Back and forth.

I was rubbing my wet, hot pussy against his shaft through two thin layers of fabric.

Every time I moved, the thick head slid right over my clit.

A sharp, hot wave went through me.

My panties were already completely soaked.

I could feel the moisture running down the inner side of my thighs and staining his pants.

A large hand landed on my neck.

Fingers closed.

Not hard.

But enough for me to immediately feel the pressure.

He was looking straight into my eyes from above while squeezing.

Calmly.

Studying.

As if checking how much I could take.

As if measuring how much I was already his.

I exhaled loudly and ground harder against his cock.

He slightly strengthened his grip.

Air started to run out.

It pounded in my temples.

Dark spots floated before my eyes.

But instead of fear my body reacted even stronger.

I started rubbing faster.

Harder.

Almost desperately.

Every time he squeezed his fingers a little tighter, the orgasm came closer.

There was less oxygen — and the pleasure became sharper.

I was already almost wheezing, but continued moving on him, feeling how the enormous shaft pulsed under my wet crotch.

He was looking down at all three of us.

At Nana, who was greedily licking his bloodied fingers, moaning right into his palm.

At Suzu, who was almost choking on his scent and furiously fingering herself under her skirt.

At me — red-faced, with his large hand on my throat, sitting astride his cock and rubbing like a desperate bitch.

And in that gaze there was absolute ownership.

Complete.

Cold.

Possessive.

We melted into one hot, wet, trembling mass.

Moaned.

Rubbed.

Licked.

Choked.

His fingers on my neck alternately tightened and slightly released, letting me gulp air, then squeezed again.

Every time there was less oxygen, the pleasure became almost unbearable.

I could feel the orgasm approaching.

Strong.

Dirty.

The kind that could make you lose consciousness.

And I no longer wanted him to stop.

The orgasm hit us almost simultaneously.

I cried out first.

Loudly.

Brokenly.

With a wheeze.

My body sharply arched.

My legs trembled so hard that I almost slipped off his knees.

I gushed abundantly, hotly, almost uncontrollably.

I felt a wet spot instantly spread across his pants.

Moisture ran down the inner side of my thighs, staining everything in its path.

At the peak of it his fingers were still holding me by the throat.

There was almost no air.

It pounded in my temples.

It was rapidly darkening before my eyes.

And that exactly made the orgasm unbearably strong.

I came while choking.

Felt how everything inside clenched and pulsed in waves.

How my pussy convulsively contracted around emptiness.

How my legs continued to tremble while my body arched on its own.

He loosened his grip in time.

Oxygen sharply flooded my lungs.

Together with the last, most powerful wave of pleasure.

From that combination — air and orgasm — I almost blacked out.

My head spun.

My body went limp.

I nearly lost consciousness from how sweet and dirty it was at the same time.

Nana moaned right into his palm — long, trembling, almost crying from the force.

Suzu cried out thinly and sharply, then went limp, continuing to tremble finely, convulsively.

Her hand was still under her skirt.

All three of us hung on him.

Wet.

Trembling.

Completely broken.

I breathed heavily, burying my face in his chest.

My legs were still twitching.

Between my thighs it was so wet that I could feel the liquid slowly running further.

And he continued looking down at us.

Calmly.

Coldly.

With the full, absolute feeling of ownership.

Like at his things.

Like at three bitches who had just cum on him and now belonged to him.

I closed my eyes.

Still felt his enormous, hard cock under me.

Still felt the light pressure of his fingers on my neck — already almost affectionate, but still possessive.

And for the first time truly understood:

we hadn’t simply submitted.

We had become his.