Thursday, 4th ?

Dear Diary,

I'm starting to think this place isn't good for me. I vowed last night to stop writing in you… But how can I not when I did something like this…

I woke up and began to mastrubate right away, the usual thoughts popping in my head as you'd imagine, my body being dominated by one of the boys, the hot breasts of some of the girls. (I had completely forgotten about ignoring my desires at the time, I'm only human)

My fingers went to town inside of myself, playing with my pussy as much as they could as I thought of each person one by one, only skipping those I hate like Hifumi and Aoi… Well. I guess Aoi's breasts look pretty good, but I didn't focus on her ugly face at the very least!

When suddenly, a loud bang at my door made me jump from my skin, my body aching to cum, but it couldn't. I couldn't just leave the person there alone or they might think a murder happened and break down my door, putting me in an even worse situation! So in a fit of annoyance and anger, I got quickly dressed and pulled open the door, yelling at the person for waking me up.

Makoto Naegi… God why did he have to show up now?!

My pussy dripping liquids down into my panties, my body shaking with pure lust as I fought off urges to grab the boy and just fuck him on my bed, it turns out the idiot had come to spend his freetime with me since he was bored. NOW he cares about me? The second I'm doing something I enjoy for once HE has to come and ask to "hang out."

Of course, the second he asked this, I slammed the door in his annoying face, telling him to go back to Sayaka. My pussy needing my attention right now. But the idea of almost getting caught kind of excited me. I grabbed my nearest pillow pretending it was Makoto! Anger filled me as I had to take my hatred out on it, the annoyance and pain of being forced to edge on the verge of cumming just because some brown haired asshole wanted to do a good deed.

I would yell at the object, riding it with my pussy, describing it as Makoto "you wanted to spend free time with me? Well eat me out first you runt!" I would order it around, using it like it was my personal toy, using it for my own amusement. I loved the feeling of my body tingling. The idea of doing this on the face of the actual Makoto hitting deep within me as I couldn't fight back the urge to cum.

My body couldn't fight back this horny explosion at all, all I could focus on was the pillow as my pussy pushed across it, up and down, up and down, moving across the cloth of it without a care in the world as I moved my hand up to my bed, holding onto the wooden part as I tried to do deeper strokes to help get myself off.

That's when I heard it…A small confused knock. Makoto hadn't even left yet. My yells had been so loud I had drowned out the noises of his knocking. But this time I didn't stop, the silence of the soundproof room acting as my defense as I aggressively fucked my pillow harder and harder, drool and sweat rushing down my face as the idea of Makoto being right around the corner made me go harder and harder.

It was at the point I had been acting like a dog fucking the thing doggystyle as I laid acorss it, instead of the fantasy of riding Makoto's face, now my brain could only think of fucking Makoto with some kind of strap on to show him who's boss, to show him that he shouldn't mess with me, the image of him drooling and begging me to go harder rushing through my mind as my body couldn't fight it.

My mind couldn't hide away from this new found power, usually my fantasies focused on me being the butt of the joke, being forced to take Taka's large penis, being pushed against the wall by Aoi, being whipped by Byakuya! But right now, I wanted to be in control, to punish a boy that deserved to be punished.

"MAKOTO!" I screamed his name at the top of my lungs as my pillow was now a disgusting wet pile of cloth and fabric, sitting on the floor looking shrivelled and squelchy. I quickly kicked it across the room to hide the evidence of my act before I rushed to the door, grabbing Makoto. I shoved him back and slammed my door shut.

I didn't even care enough to try and hide myself anymore, sweat trickling down my face, my outfit drenched in a mixture of bad stench and drenched coolness, my gasping and panting only drowning out the tapping of my fingers against my skirt as I slowly managed to pull it down to a reasonable length, covering the shame of my dripping panties.

The idiot had no idea what I was doing, he made a comment on my smell (another one who appears to care too much about that) and the fact that I was sweating, but I brushed them off like the pro I am! Just blaming the pipes in my room shooting me with a blast from my shower. Which of course he believed.

But… It's weird. Even though last night I felt shame and anger toward myself, the idea of doing those things to myself while the real Makoto was right outside my door… It hit me somewhere I never thought, it made me completely and utterly joyful.

The idea of having sex with a pillow while a confused idiot stood outside my door, awaiting my response as I did nothing to hide my screams of pure pleasure and joy, aggressively humping something as the boy had no idea what I was doing.

Which is why… From now on. This is becoming a different type of diary. I don't care about the stupid things that happen around here. My fifteenth argument with Aoi? Being jealous of people… The day I had with Makoto that basically resulted in nothing but my stupid trauma being brought up!? No… I want to remember things that matter. This is going to be my sexual diary, to document all the things I did to myself in this place. So I can turn them into books when I finally escape, romance novels that millions will read, having no idea the main character is emulating the actions of its author, Toko Fukawa!

The raw sexual drive, the emotion of my body fighting to finally hit my orgasm before being caught! I need more of it! I need to show the world I'm not just some writer that makes up things she WANTS to happen. I can be just as sexual as the things I write about.

I can masturbate where I want… When I want… Thinking about who I want! Everyone hates me anyway, at best it'll probably INCREASE my reputation! I need to do more… Just a bit more! It won't be that bad! It's not like this is an addiction!

*This page was covered in drips of water, Toko seems to have gotten a little carried away writing the last part as sweat dripped down on the page.*