Pure Route in a Netorare School

Finally the fog in my head began to clear little by little.

And with the clarity the guilt returned.

Heavy.

Sticky.

Almost suffocating.

“How could I have behaved like that?”

I lowered my eyes to my hands.

Only a short while ago I had been calling Hayato my boyfriend.

Holding his hand.

Happy about our first kiss.

And now I was sitting in his enormous jeep in this indecent dress with nothing underneath, and I had just begged him to rape my mouth with his tongue.

Swallowed his saliva, moaned, came right on his hands.

I could still feel how wet and hot it was between my legs.

“I’m disgusting.”

The thought made my chest tighten unpleasantly.

My expression must have changed, because Ren suddenly took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my breast over the fabric.

I flinched.

His fingers closed at once, squeezing the entire heavy softness.

I let out a quiet gasp.

His hand was so huge that one palm almost completely covered one breast, and his fingers were already reaching for the second.

He began to knead slowly.

Deeply.

With force.

His thumb found the nipple at once and started rubbing it roughly in circles.

— Yuki, you should think only about me and tonight.

— Ren…

I looked up at him.

His enormous silhouette almost filled the driver’s seat. Broad shoulders, confident profile, one hand on the wheel — calm, precise.

He always knew what to do.

Told me where to look.

When to straighten my back.

When to stop apologising.

When to allow myself to want more.

Next to him I never had to wonder whether the next step was safe.

He was already there.

Ahead.

And it was as if he had promised in advance that he would catch me if I stumbled.

I had gotten used to that feeling so quickly that the absence of his hand already felt wrong.

— Ahhh…

A new moan tore out of me when his fingers suddenly seized both nipples at once and yanked them hard upward.

A sharp, sweet pain shot straight down into my lower belly.

My pussy clenched instantly.

I felt a new hot wave of wetness spill out and slowly trickle down the inner side of my thigh, leaving a damp trail on the skin.

His hands were so large that he could easily hold and knead both of my breasts with one palm, rolling the heavy flesh, squeezing, pulling the nipples.

Every movement echoed as a deep, pulling pulse between my legs.

— Yuki, your breasts are very sexy and big.

— And they fit my hands perfectly.

— Ah… shameless…

My voice came out weaker than I wanted.

Instead of indignation, warmth spread inside me.

I had always considered my breasts a curse.

Because of them people looked at me too often.

In middle school I started getting bullied because of them.

Boys would linger with their eyes and think I didn’t notice.

Even ordinary clothes sometimes looked provocative on me.

I hunched my shoulders.

Bought things a size larger.

Hid.

“But he likes them.”

Not as a problem.

Not as a reason to mock.

But as part of me.

The thought was so pleasant that I smiled involuntarily.

Ren noticed and smirked.

He continued kneading slowly and roughly, sometimes squeezing the whole breast hard, sometimes pinching only the nipples.

I was already sitting right on the edge.

My stomach contracted with small spasms.

My thighs parted slightly on their own, as if inviting his hand lower.

My breathing became short and shallow.

A little more and I would have come just from the way he played with my breasts.

— I hope you haven’t stopped growing.

I’m going to knead them so they get even bigger.

He said it calmly while continuing to roughly work the sensitive flesh.

The words and the movements sent such a strong wave of arousal through me that for a second everything went dark before my eyes.

My pussy pulsed so rapidly that I could feel my own heartbeat right down there.

— Ahhh… then they’ll be too big and…

He suddenly took his hand away completely.

Abruptly.

Without warning.

The emptiness hit almost painfully.

Instead his large palm settled gently on my head and began slowly stroking my hair.

Tenderly.

Almost carefully.

That gesture immediately warmed something inside me.

But my body was still trembling on the very edge of the orgasm he had so cruelly denied me.

— You’re my woman.

I’ll write you a proper training programme so you’ll be strong and active.

So your breasts don’t make your life harder…

My heart skipped.

He was so caring.

Even now, when everything between my legs was still hot and wet and my nipples burned from his fingers, he was thinking about making it easier for me to live with this body.

— You’re so caring…

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Ren smiled.

— Remember that when tonight you call me a monster again.

I flushed.

— I won’t.

— You will.

— Self-confident.

— But you’re smiling.

I turned to the window, trying to hide my face.

The car moved confidently toward the city centre.

Other drivers noticed us in advance.

Some slowed down.

Some took out their phones at the traffic lights.

On the sidewalks people turned to look after the car.

A few teenagers excitedly discussed something, pointing at us.

Before, that kind of attention would have made me shrink into myself.

But now I was sitting next to Ren.

In the expensive dress he had chosen for me.

With his hand on my head.

And other people’s gazes suddenly stopped feeling like a threat.

“Let them look.”

I straightened my back.

Raised my chin.

In the reflection of the window I saw a girl who looked nothing like the old Yuki.

Confident.

Beautiful.

Sitting next to a man the whole city turned to look at.

“He looks like a prince.”

The thought felt silly.

Too childish.

But I smiled anyway.

Then what was I?

Cinderella?

A girl accidentally pulled out of a grey life and put into an expensive car?

No.

Cinderella had to return home after midnight.

And I wanted less and less to go back.

I carefully placed my palm over Ren’s hand.

He glanced at me for only a moment.

— What?

I squeezed his fingers tighter.

— Nothing.

“Just don’t take your hand away.”

But I didn’t say it out loud yet.

Although I already knew: if he demanded an honest answer, I would give it.

While the car glided through the evening streets, I still couldn’t fully come back to myself.

His large hand lay between my legs under the thin fabric of the dress.

His fingers slowly, almost lazily circled my clit, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes barely touching.

Every time the sweet, dangerous tightness began inside, when my thighs already trembled and my breathing broke into short gasps, he simply removed his hand.

Completely.

And left me hanging on that tormenting edge.

I sat red to the tips of my ears.

My cheeks burned, my chest rose heavily.

Between my thighs it was so wet that I could feel the moisture slowly running down my skin and soaking into the seat.

My pussy pulsed so strongly it was almost painful.

Every time the car bounced slightly on an uneven patch, a new wave shot through me and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“Just a little more… just a tiny bit more…”

But he wouldn’t give it.

Finally we stopped.

Ren got out, walked around the car and opened my door. He offered his hand so calmly and politely, as if the last twenty minutes he hadn’t been keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I put my palm in his and climbed out on shaking legs.

We stood in the very centre of the city.

In front of us was a sign of black metal and matte gold:

“Noir Éternel”

I recognised the place at once.

The most prestigious restaurant in the city.

A place girls dreamed about, but most never even hoped to set foot in.

Celebrities dined here, owners of huge companies, people whose names everyone knew.

I slowed my step.

For a second I felt uneasy.

Too luxurious.

Too far from the usual me.

Ren noticed instantly.

— Yuki.

I looked at him.

He leaned slightly toward me.

— Don’t try to match other people’s expectations.

His voice was quiet but sure.

— Behave the way you want. I’m right here.

He paused.

— Today you are my woman.

Something inside me trembled at those words.

Not from pride.

But from how naturally they sounded.

As if he had long ago decided that I belonged to his world.

And a part of me no longer wanted to run.

And before I could answer he put his arm around my waist and firmly squeezed my ass right in front of the huge security guard at the entrance.

His fingers dug into the soft, still sensitive flesh after last night’s spanking. A pleasant, pulling pain spread through the cheek and immediately shot downward, making my pussy clench and push out another hot trickle of wetness.

— Table for Ren Kurosaki.

The guard was tall and broad-shouldered, but next to Ren he still looked smaller. He stared.

Openly, shamelessly watching how Ren’s enormous hand kneaded my ass in full view of everyone. I felt every finger.

Every strong press answered with sweet pain and a new wave of wetness between my legs.

— What are you staring at? — Ren asked calmly.

There was no shout in his voice. Only heavy, icy certainty.

The guard flinched, went pale, muttered an apology and quickly opened the door.

We went inside.

Ren still held my ass, but more lightly now. When we entered the semi-darkness of the hall he finally released his fingers.

I let out a quiet sob. One more second of that pressure and I would have come right there on the marble floor.

He didn’t let me again.

— Did you see how he was ogling you? — Ren said low into my ear. — If he hadn’t stopped staring I would have beaten him.

Those words shot through me so hard my knees went weak for a second. “He’s really ready…” The thought was frightening and hot at the same time.

I believed he was capable of it.

And I accepted it as something natural.

— Thank you, Ren…

He only smirked arrogantly and led me deeper into the hall on his arm.

Everyone was looking at us.

Men followed me with heavy, dirty gazes — sliding over the deep neckline, the high slit of the dress, my thighs. But the moment Ren slowly turned his head and looked at one of them with a heavy, almost black stare, they immediately looked away and pretended to study the menu.

And the women…

Those stupid, painted bitches were devouring him with their eyes.

Openly.

Hungry, greedy eyes slid over his shoulders, his neck, his arms.

Some even licked their lips.

That suddenly and very strongly pissed me off.

Hot, possessive anger rose from somewhere in my chest.

I moved closer, almost pressed myself into his side, and without any shame took his large hand and put it on my own ass.

Right in front of everyone.

His fingers settled exactly the way I wanted — possessively, heavily, covering almost the entire soft flesh.

I exhaled quietly and pressed myself against him harder.

“Let them look. Let all these bitches see whose I am right now.”

My heart pounded. Wetness flowed between my legs again. And I walked beside him through the most expensive restaurant in the city, without underwear, with his hand on my ass, and for the first time in a long while I felt not like a victim, but exactly like his woman.

We reached the table.

It stood by the panoramic window on the second level of the hall.

Dark polished stone, almost black, with veins of gold.

The high chair backs were upholstered in deep burgundy velvet.

On the table — crystal, heavy silver cutlery and a single black orchid in a thin vase.

Candles burned with a low, warm light, casting soft reflections on the glasses.

Ren, like a true gentleman, pulled out the chair.

I sat down.

And immediately let out a quiet gasp.

The bruises and the imprints of his palms on my ass answered with a dull, deep pain. The fabric of the dress stretched, pressing the sensitive skin against the hard seat. The pain was real, but a second later it began to melt into something else — warm, pulling, almost sweet. I shifted slightly, and that movement sent a new wave straight between my legs.

“Even the pain from him turns me on now…”

I opened the menu.

And froze.

The prices were so high that for a second my breath caught.

Dishes I had previously only read about in magazines: bluefin tuna, aged wagyu steak, black truffles, caviar, sauces with names I couldn’t even pronounce.

My eyes simply got lost in the columns of numbers and foreign words.

— I would recommend the bluefin tuna tartare with black truffle and the duck breast confit with red wine and berry sauce.

They’re especially good here.

I raised my eyes to him.

— I’ll… trust you, Ren.

He smiled almost imperceptibly.

At that moment a waitress approached the table. Beautiful, with perfect hair and a polite smile.

But her breasts were noticeably smaller than mine, and her ass was completely ordinary, flat. Only her face was not bad.

“Flat-bottomed. Stop staring at Ren.”

He ordered in a calm, confident tone and added:

— And also, please, a bottle of Château Margaux 2015.

The waitress nodded respectfully and left.

— Ren, this is very expensive…

He covered my hand with his large palm.

— Don’t worry. I earn decently. And when I upload our videos from yesterday…

He pushed the phone toward me.

On the screen a carefully edited clip was playing.

Our faces were covered with black rectangles, but everything else was not. The shower. How I trembled against the wall.

How he held me.

How I came on his fingers. How I moaned.

— You! No…

He didn’t let me finish.

He sharply pulled me to him by the back of the head and crushed my lips.

The kiss was greedy, deep, almost rough. His tongue immediately pushed inside, strong and hot, and began to take control — licking, pressing, forcing me to answer.

I tasted that same lemon note of his saliva.

The hand on the back of my head held firmly, not allowing me to pull away even a millimetre.

I was so aroused after the car and his hand on my ass that this kiss hit too hard.

Everything swam before my eyes.

My pussy clenched so sharply that I quietly sobbed into his mouth.

A little more and I would have come just from the way he kissed me in front of everyone in this restaurant.

At the last moment he slowly pulled away.

I remained sitting with parted lips, breathing heavily.

“Did I almost come from a kiss?”

— Don’t worry, Yuki. No one will recognise you. And if they do — I’ll take responsibility.

I swallowed.

My aroused, fogged mind spoke before I could think:

— Then you’ll have to take me as your wife…

He smirked.

Slowly.

Understandingly.

— That is…

I wanted to start justifying myself, to explain that it just slipped out, but he already continued in a calm, almost businesslike tone:

— Yes. You will be one of my wives. And right after that I’ll knock you up.

Deep inside me something jerked sharply and hard.

My womb clenched.

My pussy spasmed, releasing a new wave of wetness.

I leaned forward, letting my breasts rest softly on the cool surface of the table. The deep neckline of the dress became even more revealing, and the black orchid between us now seemed almost innocent.

Ren slowly shifted his gaze from my face lower.

And I saw in his eyes exactly the reaction I had been aiming for.

That gave me courage.

— Master, feed me…