"Scrub Scrub~!" Hiyoko happily chirped as she rubbed the soapy sponge down Mahiru's bare back. Mahiru simply laughed nervously.
She had been hoping for a nice, relaxing bath with Hiyoko, but the small girl's enthusiasm and eagerness to wash Mahiru's body was a bit off putting, especially considering her usual attitude. It had left her feeling uncomfortable, especially after she gave in and agreed to have Hiyoko wash her back. While Hiyoko was surprisingly gentle, it didn't take away from Mahiru's awkwardness. She'd never showered with anyone else, and even though it was with a girl, it was still a little weird.
She only hoped Hiyoko wouldn't offer to wash any...sensitive places.
"Scrub scrub~!" Hiyoko repeated, and Mahiru jumped as Hiyoko (hopefully) accidentally made contact with her ass. A blush formed on Mahiru's face. "Ah, sorry~!" Hiyoko apologized, but her tone made it seem ingenuine. Mahiru sighed.
She tried to focus on the feeling of the warm water washing over her. She looked down. She wasn't the kind of person to admire her own body, but as she watched the water trickle down over her modest bust, she smiled. She was happy that she wasn't cursed with a large chest, she didn't want that weight on her back. She couldn't help but think of Chiaki, and feel a slight amount of pity for the back pain she possibly experienced.
"All done~!" Hiyoko said, and before Mahiru could react, Hiyoko had rushed to her front, and held out the sponge towards her chest. Mahiru leaped back, putting both arms over her chest in reflex. Hiyoko pouted. "Awww, can't I wash your front, too?"
"H-Hiyoko, I'm not so sure-" Mahiru started, but Hiyoko crept close again.
"Come on, please?" Despite her reluctance, the uncharacteristic puppy dog eyes Hiyoko was giving her was enough to make Mahiru groan and nod.
"Just...don't linger on...stuff, okay?" Mahiru said as she lowered her arms. Hiyoko smiled and reached out, and started rubbing Mahiru's shoulder with the sponge. The soap felt very nice, it was apparent that it was high quality. It also had a pleasant lavender smell.
Mahiru cringed when Hiyoko rubbed down her breasts, the soft sponge feeling strange against her chest, even though it was something Mahiru did herself when she showered alone. Hiyoko being the one to do it just made it weirder.
But that smile…
The smile Hiyoko had as she washed Mahiru's body was enough to bring a smile back to Mahiru's face, and it seemed worth it to make her so happy.
Suddenly, that smile fell when she felt a shiver down her spine. Mahiru whipped around, startling Hiyoko, and scanned the room. Of course, it was empty, but Mahiru felt a strange sense of dread washing over her that slowly grew with every second that passed.
"Mahiru?" Hiyoko asked. Mahiru was silent for a moment, but then spoke over her shoulder.
"I think someone is watching us."
Hiyoko paled, then frowned as her expression turned angry.
"What perv is watching us?! I bet it's Kazuichi!" She said as she covered herself with her hands as best she could. Mahiru did the same and continued to look around. But there was nothing. Mahiru truly wondered if she was just on edge due to being uncomfortable.
"Nevermind…" she finally said as she turned back to Hiyoko. "I think I'm just-" Suddenly, Mahiru felt herself being shoved aside, against the wall, where she hit it with a groan. She quickly turned to see someone doing the same to Hiyoko, except harder. Hiyoko cried out as her head smacked against the wall, and she slumped over on the floor, a bit of red beginning to trickle down. Mahiru paled, and stood up. The sudden movement gave her a slight headache, but she rushed over to see if she was alright. In the moment, she had completely forgotten the intruder, and she felt hands wrap tightly around her breasts, pulling her back.
She groaned as the intruder squeezed her breasts hard, almost to the point of pain. In this position, she couldn't see who it was, but she knew she had to do something, so she moved her head forward, and then reared it back, slamming it into her attacker's face. She heard a groan, definitely male, and managed to get out of his grasp. It was only for a moment though, and before she could turn to see who it was, they grabbed her again, this time by the head, and slammed it against the wall.
Her vision blurred and the world seemed to spin as she felt intense pain in her head. In this state, the attacker had no trouble pulling her tightly against his body. Thankfully, her dizziness started to clear up, enough so that she was able to register the feeling of something warm being shoved between her thighs. She looked down, and paled.
She was met with the sight of a fully erect dick, veins throbbing underneath the skin as the warm, hard shaft pressed against her closed thighs. She felt her heart rate skyrocket in fear. Her attacker started to thrust against her, rubbing the shaft against her thighs, and creating an off sensation she couldn't quite describe. She saw something leaking out of the bright pink head, but she wasn't sure if it was from the water or something else.
On top of rubbing against her thighs, it also grazed her lower lips, which, against her will, made her moan. She hated how good it felt. Mahiru tried to pull away, but that only left her feeling dizzy again. She couldn't do anything.
Meanwhile, Mahiru could see the blood trickling down Hiyoko's head, and mixing with the water as it flowed towards the drain. It was a horrifying sight that only heightened her fear. Thankfully, Mahiru could see her chest rising and falling, meaning she was still alive, just unconscious. Mahiru wanted her to wake up to try to save her, but she also wanted her to stay unconscious, as she'd probably be worse off than Mahiru had been, and she didn't want her to bear witness to this.
While he rubbed his dick against her lips, he continued to squeeze her breasts, even moving to pinch one of her nipples, making her moan again. Her legs trembled, which only made his cock press harder against her pussy. To make it even worse somehow, the attacker began to suck on her neck, making her moan once more. Why did it have to feel so good?!
Mahiru tried to glance over, but the only thing she could see was some brown hair. Her thoughts were jumbled, and she couldn't think of who had brown hair.
Suddenly, the man stopped. He pulled away from her neck, leaving a visible mark. He kept his hands on her breasts, and his dick between her legs, but he didn't move them. Mahiru was confused for a second, then heard groaning. She tensed up as she looked towards its source.
Hiyoko groaned as she raised her head, which she also grasped with a hand. When her hand found the wound, she opened her eyes, and held her now bloody hand out in front of her face. She looked towards Mahiru, and a look of horror overcame her. Mahiru tried struggling again, but she still felt too weak. She hoped she hadn't gotten a concussion.
"M-Mahiru…" Hiyoko groaned, and tried to stand up. She barely moved before slumping back down, groaning in pain, and clutching her head again. She looked back up. "H-Ha…"
Before Mahiru could react, she felt a sudden, intense pain shoot through her body. She cried out as the attacker shoved his dick straight into her pussy without any warning. She felt tears come to her eyes as she heard Hiyoko scream. The attacker pushed himself deep inside her, all the way to the base of his dick. The pain only made her dizziness worse, and all she could focus on was Hiyoko's efforts to stand up, and failing.
"P-please…" Mahiru groaned, and the man laughed. The laugh sounded so familiar, but she couldn't arrange her thoughts enough to place it.
"Ha...ha…" Hiyoko continued to groan, and Mahiru's thoughts froze. Was...was she trying to say his name? If so, then…
"You're so warm~" the man said, and Mahiru finally realized who it was. She craned her head back as best she could, and, apparently sensing that she had figured out his identity, decided to help, and leaned over so she could see him.
Mahiru was shocked to see the dull, green eyes of Hajime. He had a wicked smile on his face, one that seemed so unlike him that she almost thought he had to be someone else. Her eyes didn't deceive her though, it was him. He was the one doing this.
"You're also very tight!" On the last word, he pulled out and thrust hard into her, making her cry out again. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Moan for me some more~" She shivered out of discomfort, but also arousal. With that, he started to thrust in and out of her, his hot cock sliding in and out of her pussy, now wet. She wasn't sure if it was from the water or her own arousal, though. Not that it really mattered.
"Mahiru…" Hiyoko groaned again, the horrified look on her face bringing back Mahiru's tears, which flowed down her cheeks, mixing with the water once it hit the floor.
"Wh-why?!" Mahiru cried, and Hajime laughed.
"A man's desire is hard to resist when given a little nudge~" he said cryptically. Mahiru whimpered as he increased the force behind his thrusts. The pain she'd initially felt was beginning to be overtaken by pleasure, a pleasure that made her tears only fall faster.
The worst part was Hiyoko's face, which Hajime only laughed at. "You know…" he said, "I saw you guys earlier…" Mahiru knew someone had been watching them! "She seemed really enthusiastic about getting close and personal with you…" He laughed again, "...maybe we should give her a closer look~" Mahiru shook her head in defiance, but stopped when that still present dizziness struck her.
Unable to properly fight back, Mahiru felt herself being led towards Hiyoko, who only looked more and more scared as they came closer. Eventually, Mahiru felt upper body get shoved down, and her face squished against the wall. Her breasts hung down over Hiyoko's head, which Hiyoko looked up at with a blush on her face.
"There, that's better, now she can watch every one of your cute expressions~" he said as he resumed his hard thrusts. Mahiru pulled her cheek away, but instead felt the top of her head get shoved back, so she was left looking down at Hiyoko, who still couldn't get up. Thankfully, the blood had stopped flowing, but she just couldn't get through the pain.
"Fuck...you're so...warm…" Hajime groaned as he thrusted into her. The pain was gone, and she only felt pleasure coursing through her as she was fucked right in front of Hiyoko's eyes.
"Please...stop…" Mahiru said. Hajime laughed, and actually did what she asked...though not in the way she wanted.
His thrusts slowed down, but still carried the force behind them. After a few more thrusts, he pushed himself fully inside her, and she jumped as she felt a strange, warm substance erupt inside her, filling her up. Had he really just-?!
Her fears were confirmed when some of his cum leaked out and was quickly swept away by the water down the drain. He lurched with every wave that came out, until he had fully emptied his tank. Once he had, he pulled out and finally let go. Mahiru fell back onto the floor, finally giving her a view of Hajime.
His dick hung limply, a small bit of semen dripping from its tip as he stared down at her with a look of pure sadistic glee. He laughed at her expression of fear as he turned to Hiyoko.
"Wh-what are you going to do to her?!" Mahiru cried out. Hajime stared at Hiyoko for a moment before answering.
"Nothing. If her pussy is as dirty as her mouth, I don't want anything to do with that." He said, and turned away, walking back to the door. Just before he exited, he looked over his shoulder, giving her one last smile.
"Let's do that again sometime~" he said, and finally left. Once he was gone, Mahiru laid back entirely against the floor, and Hiyoko began to crawl over to her, moaning her name. As Hiyoko reached her, Mahiru closed her eyes, and felt herself lose consciousness, falling deep into an empty pit of blackness.