Misaki sat at her desk which was positioned to the far right of the classroom, the gentle rays of the sun shining through the glass pain, making her beautifully curled blonde hair look even lighter as it reflected the light. Between her delicately thin fingers, she rolled a blonde curly around it gently before releasing it again, her mind hardly focused on the teacher who was lecturing at the head of the classroom in his usual mundane tone.
The blond girl's beautiful eyes fluttered throughout the classroom, looking at her fellow classmates who mostly sat in front of her. First, she settled her gaze up Saten, a girl she had seduced and made her own. Misaki smirked to herself, knowing that Saten could hardly make eye-contact with her without blushing after what she had done to her body and she was more than certain she could have the girl again whenever she wanted. Next, her eyes settled on a girl named Misaka, a more stubborn class-mate of hers who she had almost managed to pry her hands on. It took her energy not to giggle as she thought about how the girl trembled under her seductive touch not long ago. At this point it was like a game to the queen; how many girls could she conquer and make hers.
'They'll all tremble at the sight of me... and secretly beg for me to hold them again.' she thought to herself silently as her gaze fixated on the infamous Kuroko, who was perhaps one of the most difficult of them all. A challenge Misaki was more than willing to accept now that she had already taken down two of her friends.
The academy chime sounded off, pulling Misaki from her dominating thoughts as her peers began to pack-up their belongings, finally reaching the end of their academic period for the day. Misaki had just hooked her purse-shaped bag over her shoulder when she noticed a rare site. Misaka, who was usually always accompanied by Kuroko, was alone. Latched onto her like two magnets of opposite charges, she followed the girl out of the classroom, closely behind so that she could snatch her wrist the moment they were outside of the teacher's view.
"Ah hey!" Misaka yelped in surprise as she was suddenly cornered against the wall, the girl's face lighting up in a red hue as her eye's connected with Misaki's.
"What do you think you're doing!? Grabbing me like that-" she began to speak, but was quickly silenced as Misaki placed her thumb the girl's lower lip, her other finger hooking underneath her chin as she towered over her.
"Ah ah- watch your tongue... or I'll have to give that mouth of yours a different job." she says, smirking at the girl as she looked down at her.
"W-What do you want Misaki?" Misaka asked, though her lip was trembling as tough as she tried to act.
"I wanna have a little study session... in your dorm." she says.
"In my dorm!? What for?!"
"Oh, don't be dense Misaka. You're not going to turn me away, are you?" The sexy girl asked in a way that was impossible for Misaka to say no.
Misaka looked down at the floor, still blushing as she clenched her fist at her sides.
"F-Fine…" just as she answered, they could both hear sudden footsteps approaching.
"Misaka! Get away from her bimbo!" Kuroko yelled, taking Misaka, who was both her roommate and her best friend, by the arm to pull her away.
"I-It's okay Kuroko…" Misaka interrupted before her friend could go any further.
"What?" Kuroko said in shock. Of course she had no idea how her friend had been seduced, and just what kind of relationship she shared with the one known as the 'queen of Tokiwadai' now.
"Misaki….is going to come to our room to study.." she admitted, which put a shocked expression right on Kuroko's face, as if she were suddenly speaking a foreign language or alien tongue.
"Sorry but- can you show her to our dorm first? There's something I need to do before I go there.." Misaka said, looking at Kuroko with pleading eyes.
Kuroko flinched at the esper's expression, she liked her very much, so it was only natural she had a soft spot for her friend when she asked for anything, even if someone she hated like Misaki was around.
"Ehm- f-fine.." Kuroko answered stubbornly, crossing her arms. This made Misaka breathe a sigh of relief, moving up to her friend and hugging her.
"Thank-you. I'll be quick!" she promises, turning and looking at Misaka, trying not to blush again.
"I-I'll see you there…" she says before running off down the hall.
'This couldn't have worked out more perfectly.' Misaki thought to herself as she turned to face the now scowling Kuroko.
'I've got my work cut out for me…' she thought to herself.
"Don't be like that Kuroko. I'm very smart, and at the top of our class. I bet I can help you with your work" she teased.
"As if I'd need help from some bimbo….I don't know what you did to Misaka but you had better watch yourself!" Kuroko warns before turning her back on her, leading them to their shared dorm.
"Don't touch too many things while you're here…" Kuroko warns as the two girls sit down on the floor in front of the kotatsu table.
Misaki doesn't respond as she begins to pull out her study materials calmly, making Kuroko feel forced to do the same, and give up her attempts to bicker for the moment.
"If you get stuck on something, don't be afraid to ask me." Misaki provokes.
"As if! I said I don't need help!" Kuroko snaps, shoving her book open with another scowl on her face.
"You shouldn't frown so much. You'll get wrinkles on that pretty face of yours." Misaki teases. This comment made Kuroko feel a little shocked.
'Pretty!?' she thought to herself, but instead of replying she averted her eyes back to her book again.
After nearly half an hour of studying, there was still no sign of Misaka yet. Kuroko however, had hardly noticed how quickly the time had gone by, because she had been stuck on the same homework problem for nearly twenty minutes. The girl, by now, was chewing her lip nervously. Torn between a possible failing mark or asking her enemy for help. After further debate and thought, she finally sighed.
"Hey...how good is your English?" Kuroko asked with a bit of a poutfoul tone.
Misaki broke out into a wide smile.
"My English is quite good." she said, scooting over to the girl to look over her paper with her.
After a few moments of explanation, Kuroko couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised at just how well Misaki was at explaining things so that they made sense. Just as she was beginning to understand the problem, she felt a soft weight squishing against her arm, glancing over to find it was Misaki's large breast pressing against her arm. Immediately her cheeks began to burn as she tried to focus back on the paper, but she couldn't understand why the blonde had to get so close to explain a lesson.
"Kuroko? Kuroko are you still listening?" Misaka asked.
"Wha! Of course I am!" Kuroko snapped, but the expression on her face said otherwise. Misaka analyzed her face curiously, and then it connected in her mind.
"You were thinking about my breast, weren't you?" she teases.
"Huh!? Of course I wasn't!" Kuroko defends herself quickly.
"Then why are you blushing hm? Perverted girl." Misaki presses on, leaning in closer and closer.
"G-Get away- I'm no-" she was silenced as Misaki suddenly kissed her forcefully, grabbing Kuroko's wrist from the floor.
"Don't be shy, Kuroko. You were already staring so rudely just now" she says after parting her lips, bringing the girl's trembling hand up to her breast.
Kuroko gulped as she felt her hand sink into the soft melon shaped boobs, they were so soft, and so large her hands nearly disappeared between them. Almost like a reflex, she felt her hand squeeze them a bit, which caused Misaki to moan softly as the girl groped her chest.
"T-They're so big...and soft…" Kuroko admitted, her other hand coming up slowly to grab the other one, juggling them in her hand.
"Uuah, you perverted girl. That feels nice. Misaka has been missing out." the girl says, closing her eyes as she enjoys the smaller girl's hands explore her breasts.
"Misaki…" This made Kuroko swallow slowly. What was she doing? Was she being seduced? Her hands kept moving on their own. It just felt so nice to fondle her large tits, she almost felt hypnotized by it.
"Kuroko, call me 'queen' from now." Misaki commands, sitting up and leaning towards the girl. Her hands reached out and slowly tucked behind her neck, pulling her forward and pressing her lips to the girls slowly but surely and at this point Kuroko wasn't fighting back.
The two girls tongues met in the middle, tussling with one another as their lips rubbed together in a messy make-out session. Misaki's hand traveled to the button on the girl's uniform, beginning to undo it one by one until it split in the middle and exposed her white lace bra that encompassed her breast, which were smaller that Misaki's.
"That felt amazing… Queen." Kuroko admits, totally entranced by the incredibly sexy girl in front of her. 'W-wait! Did I really just call her 'queen'?! I mustn't, my heart belongs to onee-sama' Kuroko thought to herself.
Misaki pulled her lips away yet again, but one for a second before she began nibbling on Kuroko's exposed collarbone, her tongue traveling against the spot slowly, making the once feisty girl shutter almost submissively, which only excited Misaki.
"You slutty girl, let's see how turned on you really are by me." Misaki says, her hand plunging into Kuroko's pants, two fingers slipping underneath her underwear, gasping teasingly when she felt how drenched and slippery her fingers became from Kuroko's fluids.
"Naughty naughty. You've been turned on by me all along, haven't you? That's why you hate me so much." she says, slowly pushing her middle finger into Kuroko's soaked and hot pussy, making the girl squirm with delight.
"Mmmh n-no!" she denies, though she was already leaning back in pleasure.
"Don't lie! Be a good little slut and tell the truth!" she snaps, pushing in another finger without warning, curling them inside and feeling along her walls, searching slowly and calmly for her g-spot.
"Mmmh! N-Not two!" she begs, her hand reaching up and grabbing her own breast, hardly being able to handle the sensation of her fingers that were slowly spreading her apart.
"I'll make it three if you keep being naughty" she warns
"O-Okay! Erm….ah you're mmh breast!" she pants hotly.
"Your tits are so nice! They're so big and soft, I- I think about them!" she admits, pushing her hips back against her fingers as Misaki's fingers slowly glide over a bump. The queen presses against it, and watches as Kuroko's moans with ecstasy, and surplex of her clear slippery fluid gushed against her fingers in response.
"Ah. You came so easily." Misaki teases, slowly pulling her fingers out.
"Let's take this into your room." she says, lacing her fingers between the panting girl's hand.
Pretty soon the two were stripped naked, behind Kuroko's locked door as Misaki lay on top of her, her large tits pressing against Kuroko's below, their nipples rolling and rubbed against each other as they make out hotly, both of their hands tangled in the others' hair.
"Mmh let's feel good together." Misaki says, suddenly sitting up. She turned around slowly so that her pussy was hanging above Kuroko's lips, it was soft and pink, and she could see it glistening a bit under the light from her fluid.
Kuroko licked her lips before raising her head, her tongue plunging into the girl's folds and shoving inside her walls, licking around hungrily like it was her favorite tub treat.
"Ahh oh yes! Your tongue is so hot and strong!" Misaki said before lowering her head, beginning to make-out with Kuroko's pussy, her finger flicking against the girl's clit while her lips explored and rubbed against her labia.
"Kuroko!? I'm back!" A voice sounded from the other side of the door. Kuroko froze, feeling her heart leap in her chest when she realized it was Misaka's voice.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Misaka, confused as to why she didn't see Kuroko or Misaki anywhere, began to walk toward Kuroko's door.
"Kuroko?" she asked, grabbing the door handle and gently twisting it, only to find it was locked.
Kuroko's eyes widened.
"Y-Yes?" Kuroko called, as both girl's has stopped what they were doing. But after she called out to Misaka, Misaki smirks to herself, dropping her head again, she slowly runs her tongue over Kuroko's hole. The girl was shocked, shoving her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning and giving them away.
"Oh! You are home! Why is your door locked? And where is Misaki?" Misaka asked.
Kuroko shook her head gently, begging the blonde to stop, but Misaki just kept flicking her tongue against her busy, eating her out hungrily, challenging her to not moan from the pleasure she was feeling.
"I-I'm not mmmh! Feeling good… The quee- Misaki l-left so-soo..." Kuroko's voice was shaky, she felt her heart racing as she could only sit and hope that Misaka wouldn't be suspicious of anything.
"Oh no! Sick? Can I get you medicine from the store?" Misaka said in concern, starring at the door, clueless to what was really going on.
"That mmh! W-Would be great!" Kuroko responded just before Misaki plunged her tongue into her hole again, making her hips flinch in reaction.
"I'll be right back! Just hang in there!" Misaka said without any hesitation, and soon they could hear foot-steps running off in the distance and the door closing once again. It was just one second too soon, as the minute the door shut Kuroko screamed in ecstasy as her clit erupted in pleasure from all of Misaki's teasing, her hips rising and falling, twitching in between as the orgasm rippled through her stomach and up her spine, bringing absolutely delight for a few moments before her body started to calm from the high.
"Aaaaaaahhh! M-Misaki you big dummy! How could you!" Kuroko cries out, slapping the broad on the ass once before deciding to get her revenge, plunging her tongue back into the queen's pussy.
"Mmmh! Y-You liked it!" Misaki cried, raising her head as Kuroko rapidly darted her tongue in and out of her holr.
"F-Fu mmmh that feels so good my little slut!" she shutters, closing her eyes as she feels shock waves of pleasure throughout her whole body as Kuroko passionately licks her whole pussy.
"Queen, your pussy tastes amazing..." Kuroko swirled her tongue as deep as it would go, pushing her tongue in and out, thrusting it as much as she could while her finger flicked the girl's clit over and over again, feeling it swell and build up pleasure.
"Ahh! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Misaki cries, leaning up a bit and sitting on the girl's mouth, rolling her hips and pushing her pussy against her lips as she rides out her orgasm, Kuroko never stopped moving her tongue, burying her face between her legs as she lapped up all of the juices that spilled out of her.
Both of the girl's soon collapsed from exhaustion and satisfaction on the bed, Misaki admiring the work she had done on the once feisty Kuroko, who was now exhausted with her eyes closed on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Well, looking like that, Misaka might actually believe you were sick." Misaki teases, stroking the side of the girl's face gently.