(Rape, Futanari, Hate Sex, Desperation, Humiliation, Bald, Dominance, Non-Consensual Hairucut, Bullying, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Mind Breaking)
Junko sat up in her seat at her desk in class, it had been a week since her last outing, after all she didn't really have any reason to go out hunting for girls when she had Chiaki and Peko willing to fill her needs. But there was one need they couldn't fulfil… The need for Despair she had deep inside of her, Peko was so emotionless it was boring to tease or probe her for reactions and Chiaki still hadn't figured out that Junko had posted the video so she had no reason to suspect her lover of ill will.
She needed someone to help her despair metre reach an all time maximum, watching the colour drain from their eyes, the paleness of their face, the horror in their expression. Kicking her feet back she looked around the room, beginning to tap her chin as she sighed, getting ready to aim for her new target, knowing exactly what she's got in store tonight.
Sitting there and watching the class she noticed they all went the same ways as usual. The front two rows going through the front door, the back rows going through the back all except Junko who kept her eye on someone matching her row. Sayaka.
Standing up, she walked out of the front door, tailing her, the others in the class making a group around her, a mix of boys and girls trying to cover her like a brick wall, but Junko didn't let them. Pushing forward past Aoi, Chihiro, Makoto. Everyone of her classmates moved from her way as she looked at Sayaka.
Putting a hand on her shoulder, the idol turned to her and… Smiled.
"Oh… Hey Junko!" The two had been chatting together on and off for a while, able to help each other's careers. Even if Sayaka wasn't the smartest girl in the world she knew how to do business and posting pictures online with one of the most famous young fashion models in all of Japan was definitely a smart decision, not only that but she genuinely liked hanging out with Junko. Which was always a plus.
"Sorry for leaving so fast, I thought I might be able to get some lunch before we go!" Sayaka had a bright, kind smile on her face, any person would fall to their knees for her, obviously why she's an idol. There are SOME things not even Junko can match and the cute, perfect little face of an idol like Sayaka is one of those things, both a piece of why she liked her and a mark of jealousy over the kind pop star.
But even with a face like that. No one can be perfect. Not forever. Junko felt like reminding Sayaka of that in a very simple way. Not taking much effort at all.
"Oh yeah! Don't worry Sayaka, we can go after you've got food. There's no rush for our little haircut." Junko felt kind of bad, even with her love for Despair, Sayaka was so trusting of her and didn't even seem to have the idea in her brain that Junko could be lying to her. Junko walked with her, the two caught a quick lunch, chatting amongst themselves… Just idle conversations about random things.
Nothing but a simple haircut. Getting rid of Sayaka's extra hair.
Little did Sayaka know, this was only drawing Junko in more and more, this would be the first ACTUALLY risky plan Junko had come up with, Peko and Chiaki were easy, they were tied up from the very start, but depending on how Sayaka reacts, that would determine how well this goes, though… As she spoke about nonsense, chatting with Junko about cheering for Aoi while she swam in a competition, how she talked about Makoto and his inferiority complex or even how she talked to her about Mukuro, hoping she's ok since she's "normally quiet in class" it made Junko realise just how caring this girl really was.
Which made her all the more tempting.
The idea of her being broken, filled her mind with such complete and utter Despair. She knew exactly how to do it. Another perk of being in similar businesses to one another, she knows what's the most important part of a girl's body in the public's eyes.
It's not the face, it's not the breasts, not the crotch, legs, chest, arms, head, or even the sparkly white teeth. It's the hair. Despite what people may say, they're biassed and harsh toward things that don't meet their idea of a fantasy… And so 'bad hair days' don't cut it in the fashion, music or movie world.
And REALLY bad hair days. Can ruin careers…
Which is why, Sayaka the Ultimate Pop Sensation now sat in a chair before Junko, seeing the excitement in her eyes made her feel bad. Looking on as Sayaka unknowingly sealed her fate also made her happy as can be, the girl had a pretty normal day, waking up, going to class, having lunch and chatting with a friend. It's almost funny to the Despair Diva that she has no idea what's going on.
"Hehe! Thanks a lot Junko. I had no idea you were good with hair. If I knew, I'd have asked you to give me a trim months ago." Sayaka smiled at her through the mirror at her, the cute look on her face, Junko held a razor, such adorable purity in the forefront of such an easily corruptible mind.
"Hmm. Ok! But can I ask for ONE favour?" Junko smiled as she started to speak before showing Sayaka a book with a large flashy great looking haircut, letting her pick out one, which was basically just a shorter version of her normal look, fitting for her at least.
"Umm. Can I ask if you can put on this blindfold? I want to show you how you look in the very end! I promise you you'll look perfect! You DO trust me don't you Sayak?" Junko smiled at her, if she didn't have such a kind, confident smile. Then maybe Sayaka may have jumped off right away, but with how much she trusted her, she didn't bat an eyebrow, Junko's poor sad eyes made Sayaka break quickly as she didn't want to judge her friend's skill before even seeing how good she is.
"Yeah! That sounds pretty fun! Oh but don't worry Junko. I won't hate whatever you do! Even if it's the most disgusting thing in the universe." Sayaka chuckled a bit, nodding toward her before she paused, feeling Junko wrap it around her face and over her eyes easily. Sayaka wasn't as confident as she was trying to show but she didn't fight off Junko, frowning slightly once she couldn't see herself.
"Ugh. Here goes nothing." Junko began, the feeling of Sayaka's hair being cut could be felt by the idol.
Sayaka sat on the chair, a black blanket draped over her body to stop the hair falling down onto her schoolgirl outfit, she smiled and swung her legs almost like some kind of child as Junko started on the bottom, getting rid of hair around her ears to begin with, using the razor to cut through, moving it across and over and across and over, before moving on to the other side. The blue haired girl still smiling as she then felt Junko go to the top of her head, the razor flowing through her aqua locks without a need to stop, Junko occasionally used a pair of scissors and a comb, pulling them up a bit and cutting a specific length, though… This was the moment Sayaka began to feel slightly uneasy, she felt like she had a draft on the front and side of her head and Junko just continued to cut at the top of her hair, to the point Sayaka almost felt like nothing was up there anymore… But… That can't be! Junko is trustworth. The smile on her face subsided, but she didn't say anything yet… That is. Until she heard a snip at the back of her head.
Snip… Snip… Snip…
"Hey… Junko you're getting a bit far back there. I said I didn't want the back doing since it might mess up my hair. My fans really like my long hair." Sayaka chuckled
Snip, snip snip, snip
Junko wasn't stopping, only getting faster, when suddenly Sayaka felt the long blue hair begin to hang down, it was now leaning against the back of her head as it hung on with a few strands, this made Sayaka freak out.
SNIP SNIP SNIP
It had fallen to the ground, Sayaka threw off the blindfold the quickest she could and let out the most ear piercing scream anyone could ever hear, her face a bright pale as she stared at the mirror before her, her head completely shaved, not to the skin but she now had a ghost of her old hair, only a light blue fuzz left on her hair. Basically bald. All except some hair on the back of her head. That was until Junko grabbed her arm and forced her down, wrapping an arm around her throat to keep her still.
"SIT STILL… Nearly done." Sayaka looked in the mirror at her, Junko had an evil face, the face of a monster. She did this on purpose! She did it all on purpose, this was no mistake, no mishap! This was proven without a doubt as the razor slashed at the final bits of hair on the back of her head, getting rid of it. Her entire head was bald, only having a light memory of what her hair used to look like.
"JUNKO!?" She didn't know what to say, so only screamed at her, her eyes flowing with tears, the betrayal and treachery. Just as Junko assumed, Sayaka jumped up from the chair and tried to pick up the hair, desperately smashing her hands into the barrels worth of blue now resting on Junko's bedroom floor.
She looked up at her, shivering with pure anger. Seeing such a normally cute girl like this made Junko chuckle and picked up her phone, smirking and taking a picture on her phone.
"NO! GAH! W-Why!?" Sayaka looked terrified and desperately tried to cover her face with both hands, her body shivering as she knew Junko had taken a picture of her, her mind filled with so many thoughts. Wanting to desperately yell at Junko, ask her why she did this, ask her why she thought this would be ok?!
But Junko's leather boot came down on her and she smirked at her, staring down at the now bald Sayaka with tears streaming down her cheeks, Junko chuckled and sighed.
"Well…For blackmail of course? Why else would I do something like this Maizono… I think keeping that trap of yours shut should be a new tactic of yours. You always talk about HOW hard you tried to become an idol, to have a career as a Pop Sensation. Do you know how many fans are gonna HATE it if I send them a picture of you totally bald? And what's worse, you have a clump of blue hair in your hand. Not sure about you, but to me that's gonna look like a wig to most normal people." Junko stared at her, her eyes squinting into an aggressive stare as Sayaka looked at them, the evil now exuding and overcoming her. The transformation into true despair already taking hold as she realises that her best friend in class was only using her this whole time.
With a deadpan look on her face, Sayaka rose to her feet and rubbed her nose with her arm, staring at her, she gulped and looked down at the ground.
"Fine… I know the drill already. Blackmail. You want something right. What is it?" Sayaka stared down at the ground in anguish and shame of letting herself be taken advantage of so easily, her voice completely monotone and quiet as the weight of the betrayal hit her all at once.
"Well, let's SEE here. In terms of what I want from you, I'd say… Sex baldy." Junko's face didn't change from the squinting glare of malice and joy, but Sayaka's face changed drastically to surprise and even MORE heartbreak.
"W-What?! But I'm a virgin! Y-You can't! You're evil! Pure evil! I'm not doing as you say." Sayaka yelled at her, her fists in tiny balls as she tried to hold her own, desperately she suddenly pushed Junko's boot off her and jumped at Junko, grabbing for her phone, but once more she ended up on the other side of Junko's boot as Junko took a simple step out of her way and used her arm to lead her down to the ground, before resting her foot on her back.
"Tut Tut Tut Sayaka… I really assumed you'd be smarter than that." As Sayaka struggled, she heard the slight noises of long nails hitting the surface of a phone, her eyes widening in terror, before Junko placed the phone in front of her face.
On all social media accounts, Junko had posted "About to reveal something shocking about Sayaka Maizono should be interesting if you guys care" the meaning being clear to the idol. It was a warning. Slowly but surely, the thrashing calmed down, her desperation to grab the phone subsided and she laid there.
"I… Tell me what I have to do, Enoshima… I'll do whatever it takes. Just please don't post that picture, I could be banned from doing shows until my hair grows back. Or worse, my group could get rid of me all together. Th-They're… The only family I can rely on!" Sayaka was clearly trying to use the sympathy card now which sadly doesn't work on a monster like Junko, only making her smirk larger as she knows there is a bit of truth to those pitiful words.
Her penis flopped from beneath her skirt, once more Sayaka was hoisted to her feet with cold, frightened eyes, staring at the monster she had to take while feeling her arms being tangled up in ropes.
"Oh. Simple. Now you're ready to negotiate. I want you to get on your knees and suck… That's only the FIRST part obviously, but it'll be fun to get to play with you for a while. For the rest of the day, you're servicing me as my toy. Understood?" Junko stared down, looking in her beautiful blue eyes, but Sayaka couldn't return the favour as she began to let out tiny gulps of horror.
"We… We were friends. W-We've been… Together for months. P-Photoshoots. Promotional material, e-even sitting together while eating lunch. W-Why. Wh-Why would you ruin all the money you could make… I-I'll tell the police when this is all o-over! And you'll… Lose it all! Is this worth it?" Sayaka growled under her breath, looking down at her hands tied together, realising how long this is going to take.
"Yeah. Pretty much." Junko chuckled and slowly placed a hand on Sayaka's head, pulling her head, higher and higher until Sayaka is on her knees, her cheek pressed against Junko's shaft and penis Sayaka's nose was scrunched into a ball, her eyes watering as she tried not to show her weakness, but in all actuality this had cut a deeper hole than even Junko expected.
Junko wasn't waiting for her to decide she wants to do it, this was her time to finally let her Despair side out a little, grabbing Sayaka's head with both hands she forcefully guided her mouth to the tip, watched as it slowly moved up the shaft and stared as Sayaka's mouth had been wrapped around the thick penis of her new Master.
"Ugh… Fuck yeah. Now suck on your own and fucking gag on my dick, no expceptions or I'm posting that ugly image of you, imagine being that fucking gross you need to rely on your hair to look beautiful. But look at you now, on your knees, bald, and you're desperate to keep the only fame you'll ever have. Pathetic. Your career and your shitty friendship will never last if you need to suck cock every time someone takes a bad picture of you." Junko mockingly laughed, watching as the determined face of Sayaka slowly melted, she tried to act tough and hide her real feelings. But clearly the words being said had some kind of truth hidden within.
Sayaka, with her now sad puppy dog eyes began to suck, having trouble due to the ban of her hands, occasionally due to them being on the front of her body, she'd slowly try to move them up to the penis to hold it steady while she sucked, but of course Junko moved her own hand down and SLAPPED them as hard as she could, forcing her to lower them. Quickly learning not to do that, already beginning to obey Junko's desires.
"Ahhh. Oh man, that's a good blowy already. I love it when my blowjobs are sloppy and bad. Guess we're meant for each other huh?" Junko chuckled more, the poor idol still having trouble, occasionally letting the penis slip from her lips, forcing her to desperately lean down with her tongue out, guiding it back into her mouth, Junko's hips giving her a bit of help but pushing it forward.
Watching as Sayaka desperately moved her head back and forth made Junko chuckle, she could really tell how little Sayaka wanted to do this, trying to get it out of the way as soon as possible, sucking on her dick as deep as she could go, letting out gags.
"Ugh… Can you stop fucking gagging you hag!? I'm not doing this to hear some bald, bitch gagging on my dick. I'm doing this to get off. No wonder you don't want anyone seeing you like this, it's almost like you're completely embarrassed of yourself!" Junko chuckled, before full on laughing, her hand moving down and aggressively spanking her ass, making Sayaka flinch and once more the cock dropped from her lips.
"S-Stop insulting me! I-I'm… I-I'm liked for way more than-" Sayaka tried to speak, but Junko interrupted as she grabbed her cheeks tightly.
"I thought I said I was here to GET off, not hear some bald, bitch…Your body is MINE and unless you start shaping up, you're going on the internet." Junko had her shaft back in her hand, beginning to gently slap her with it, making Sayaka wince in humiliation, growling as she stared up at Junko, just waiting for her to be done, which takes 5 seconds of pure awful, humiliating slapping with the shaft before Sayaka could get back to sucking.
Gulping on it, Sayaka could taste more and more precum as Junko got closer and closer, the annoyance of Sayaka doubled as she heard Junko moaning, the faster her moans the faster the thrusting as Sayaka was now having a tough time even keeping up to gulp down the dick, Junko showed her no consideration, ignoring her gags and gulps now as she roughly face fucked her, her hands on the sides of the girls head as Sayaka felt her new short hairs tickling with the feeling of her hands.
Sayaka simply stared up, tears forming more and more in her eyes before streaming down her cheeks as all she could do was focus on her breathing, Junko wasn't even looking at her, in fact she didn't even seem all that interested, looking off out the window as she occasionally let out moans. It's like she was being FORCED to do this rather than her forcing Sayaka to do this, yet it still made Sayaka feel bad about herself, the idea that the person forcing her to give her a blowjob doesn't care.
Of course this feeling didn't last long as she felt a load blow in her throat, cum slamming into the back of her throat and burying down into her stomach, cum splashing down and relaxing in its new home, Sayaka's tongue slightly sticking from her mouth, pushing past Junko's dick as she began to let her tongue drip drool all over the floor, a mixture of drool and cum forming into a small puddle as the brain of the previously blue haired idol felt like it was swimming in an ocean of cum. Desperate coughing made tiny explosions of cum push past the shaft, covering Junko's penis in a thick white goo.
"U-Ugh… That… It?" Sayaka's brain was slightly gone already, the face fucking and load blowing down her throat making it hard to focus on what was going on around her, letting her whimper out a question.
"Hmm? Oh… Weeellll the amazing thing about BLACKMAIL, you see Sayaka, is that it doesn't actually go away… You know that right?" Holding out her phone, she began to gently shake it side to side with the embarrassing picture of Sayaka on her hands and knees now almost bullying the poor desperate girl.
"We're gonna be having a lot more fun from now on… But just as a little gift to you…" Junko pulled up her Twitter and smirked, typing.
" Sayaka Maizono is my bestie, that's the secret guys, all you drama whores leave my page since you're not getting anything juicy here! ;p" This gave Sayaka SOME kind of peace of mind, the singer held her chest and smiled up at Junko.
"Hmm… Well. You see I could still ALWAYS post the image you know? I think we both know what I'm asking for." Junko raised her eyebrows up and down, before putting her index finger in the air, twirling it around and around. Sayaka knew what this meant, but she didn't want to, the shame pouring into her body made her feel like she was almost a toy to the superior girl, but… If she wanted to keep her job, her Ultimate, her friends…
Sayaka silently turned around on her hands and knees, presenting her butt to Junko as she looked back at her and gulped…
"I'll… Do what you ask. Just… Please don't post that image. Y-You're…So… Evil" Sayaka let the last part out almost as a tired whimper to try and hurt her aggressor but Junko began to laugh at the last part, that part was so adorable, hearing the poor girl whine like it would stop or even HINDER her.
"Hehe! YEP. But in all honesty I prefer the term artist. I think of my Despair as an art, pulling it from people, forcing them to accept the awful situation they're in… THAT'S the kind of thing I love. The despair of failure, of blackmail, of loss of beauty, all a part of you right here Sayaka.
Junko held her thick member in her hands, staring at the tight hole of her third prey… Sayaka would definitely be the most rewarding fuck, she planned on breaking her one way or another. Which explains why instead of jamming it all in, Junko's tip slowly but surely pushed open the second mouth of her victim, pushing it in slowly… Her tip went in first as you may have guessed, being sucked in by the tightening grip of Sayaka's hole, before Junko allowed herself to take a few thrusts, pulling the skin and opening back and forth as her strong tip was lodged inside, before Junko slowly made her way in further.
Sayaka was holding a tight fist, to the point her knuckle turned a light colour, desperate to try and pull away, but she knew she couldn't, the slow insertion driving her insane as slowly but surely the thick member pushed deeper and deeper, 1 inch, then 2, then 3 and so on as Sayaka wanted to scream for Junko to just put it all in already, to stop all this pain.
Sayaka stared at the ground, hiding her face of pure lust and desperation, until finally, she felt Junko's hips press against her butt… Allowing herself a single sigh of relief.
But of course Junko wasn't done yet, she began to SLOWLY pull back, even slower than when she pushed it in, but now both hands were on Sayaka's neck, dragging her head upwards so no longer she could hide her desperation, watching as Sayaka's face contorted into a begging gasp, watching as tears formed in her eyes from the torturous pleasure being pushed in and out of her.
Junko simply said a single sentence.
"Hey… If you want this to stop Maizono, you COULD admit you like this, after all we both know you do, we both know that you're completely and utterly enamoured by my thick peen, the feeling of my warm precum squirting inside of you, the feeling of my sperm still covering my cock, pushing IN AND OUT." Junko was purposely making it worse, she wanted Sayaka to feel completely powerless, humiliated and weak under her powerful cock.
"I… I-I… NGHHH. S-Stop… F-Faster…" Sayaka whined this out, she couldn't open her mouth to speak anymore, all she could do on instinct was beg for the powerful fashionista to go faster, to stop this torture. But Junko wanted it to last a BIT longer.
Junko pushed Sayaka's head to the ground, holding her face down on the wooden flooring making Sayaka put her butt higher in the air, now crouching over her Junko began to push it and out again, but this time at a moderate speed. It wasn't anything amazing, but it was faster at least.
Though, as Sayaka's face got redder, sweat began to pour from her forehead as she tried her best to enjoy whatever Junko gave her, it stopped and Junko suddenly left her dick completely still, just sticking inside of Sayaka. Junko didn't say a word, letting this moment last.
5 seconds, Sayaka began panting and looking around (which didn't help since she's basically looking at a wall).
10 seconds, Sayaka began to whine, her hands reaching back to try and touch Junko.
15 seconds, Sayaka began to gulp, drool dripping down her cheek.
Before finally Junko began to move again, this time back to her slow ways, hearing Sayaka let out a LOUD gurgled gasp of surprise, before a tiny sigh of discontent.
"I-I… Y-You're… A-A fucking b-bitch. G-Go faster… Y-You can't… M-More." Sayaka began to whimper out more, not even trying to keep her mouth shut, almost like she forgot the situation she was in, her nails were digging into the wooden floor now as she desperately just wanted ANY kind of good stimulation, the fast movements Junko had given her only making her want more.
"I mean… If you want more, you have to say PLEASE. Don't be a brat Maizono… Asking for what you want like a good girl." Sayaka's eyes were finally releasing full on tears, her body forcing them out of her as she desperately needed more from Junko, the idea of an orgasm being the only thing she could focus on.
"F-Fine… I… Please fuck me. H-Harder and faster. I-I hate this. I-I hate it. P-Please Junko. I-I beg of you!" Junko finally let out her confident smile and as she slowly pulled it all the way out of her body, she SLAMMED it back in suddenly.
"GAH!" That was all Sayaka really COULD say right now, before Junko began to piston her hips back and forth, the hand holding Sayaka's head to the floor left it and was replaced by Junko's foot as both hands held on tight to her hips, her dick slamming in and out of her prey without remorse, slapping the idol's cheeks with her hips, bashing her insides with her member, her tip hitting against the girls womb with powerful strikes.
"JUNKO! L-LIKE THAT! IT'S PERFECT!" Junko honestly thought Sayaka would be begging for this to stop, but seeing her desperately screaming at the top of her lungs, commenting on how good this feels… It made Junko smile, it made her grin, then she was full on smirking.
"Hehe, such a fucking worthless whore. Begging for cock like this, you really DID blow people to become the idol you are today didn't you? God, such an embarrassing girl. You really fit being a bald slut you know that? You know. I think I might keep this picture of you for a while, let you become a bitch under my boot full time. How does that sound Pop Sensation?" Junko smirked at her, just like Peko and Chiaki, she picked the perfect time to go in for the kill, her dick slammed against her womb over and over, almost trying to penetrate the entrance, before letting out a rough groan, a thick wad of precum shooting from her large dick, clearly being felt by Sayaka too as she twitched.
Drool covered the area around Sayaka's cheek, the left side of her face practically seconds away from drowning in it's own juices, but Sayaka didn't care, she had an unhidden crooked smile on her face, her eyes completely stuck in a bedroom eyes look. Even if she wanted to try and act like the civil pop star she once was, that wasn't who she was anymore.
At least not in private.
"N-Ngh! K-Keep it! I don't care! W-Why… W-Why is your di-dick so… UGHH! I HATE YOU! BUT… I-I LOVE YOU! I LOVE CHATTING WITH YOU ABOUT NOTHING, I LOVE JUST HAVING YOU AROUND! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE! I WANT YOU TO USE MY PUSSY YOU WORTHLESS RAPIST! DO IT!" Sayaka was sending conflicting juxtaposing statements up at Junko, but this just made it more obvious Junko had won, Junko's foot held Sayaka's face down harder, holding it down into the wood.
"OH YEAH! You don't fucking SOUND like you hate me you whore! Begging for dick, saying you love talking to me! You wanted this since we MET didn't you!? DIDN'T YOU?!" Sayaka couldn't even comprehend embarrassment right now, her brain practically mush on the floor as Junko's thrusts got more violent, the fashionista even somewhat getting into her dominant roleplay as she manipulated Sayaka.
"I fucking DID… UNTIL YOU PULLED THIS HAIR STUNT!" Sayaka wanted to say more, but her eyes began to cross, her body aching as she began to convulse, until finally, she began to orgasm on Junko's cock, cumming all over the thick rod, Junko unable to stop thrusting for even a second to mock her, or humiliate her.
"Ngh! C-Cumming? NGH! Ahhh" Junko tried at least, her body aching too, her sweat running down her face as her tongue pushed from her dripping mouth, drool now falling to the ground under the fashionista as well as the idol, Junko began to cum for the second time, blowing a thick, creamy load of baby juice right into Sayaka's womb, not holding back for even a second as she began to hump at Sayaka's pussy, trying to milk her balls to spew out every drop of pent up anger she had for the way Sayaka had been speaking to her. Before finally, she fell back onto her ass.
"Ngh… I… Hate… Y-You…" Sayaka spoke this out, her face laying there on the ground as all she could do was pull the same dull, stupid looking face, though Junko wasn't the type to just sit around, she stood up, walked over to a mannequin head on a shelf nearby and pulled off a blue wig, looking exactly like Sayaka's old haircut, throwing it at her, letting parts of it sink into the drool.
"Ugh… There slut. You're MINE now… Understood? When I need you… You come to my room and suck on my thick cock, take it in your pussy… Next time we're trying anal. Get out of here before I change my mind and make you sleep with me tonight." Junko had a dull, monotone voice on, but in her head, she felt complete and utter bliss, she had nothing but joy running through her, the way she managed to completely break Sayaka into a pet, the way the Despair can be seen in her face.
It made her feel… Happy? Sad? Who knows… The point is, Junko was content.
Sayaka for some reason seemed kind of hurt at the dismissive attitude of Junko, one last final punch to her ego as Junko acted like the sex meant nothing, the idol hadn't even told her to pull out and yet, she acted like she was a nuisance.
"I'll… F-Find a way out… I promise you!" Sayaka growled, once more trying to hurt Junko before weakly got to her feet, weakly holding the wig and weakly trying to drag herself to the nearest wall, nearly falling over multiple times as her legs couldn't handle the fucking she had just been given, the idol desperately putting her clothes back on, even if they smelt of sex and sweat now. Disappearing through the door to Junko's room.
"Ahhh… It feels great to cause Despair. What a world to live in." Junko flopped backwards and laid back on her bed, looking down at a small notepad, crossing off Sayaka's name while beginning to gently massage her cock, watching it as it was covered in a mixture of Sayaka and her own juices.
"I can't wait until it happens. Idiot thinks she can perform on stage with a wig? Jesus…" Junko let out a tiny chuckle.
Aftermath
Despite what you may think, Sayaka did remain in Junko's harem despite the loss of the blackmail. Junko posted the image of Sayaka's hair (or lack thereof) right before the blue haired girl's latest show. Which of course was proven when Sayaka's wig fell off, the poor girl rushed off stage.
In desperation, Sayaka told the truth and told them it was Junko who did this to her, it wasn't her fault, going on full internet tirades trying to prove that she didn't do this to herself… To her surprise, Junko agreed.
Telling everyone Sayaka had only done this as a way to support those without hair, which the public believed right away and Sayaka actually gained MORE traction from this. Though of course… It came with a price.
Junko wanted Sayaka to become her full time girlfriend or she'll tell everyone the truth, not only making her look like a liar, but most likely costing her, her career.
Sayaka agreed, honestly too tired and too weak to even try and fight back at this point, Sayaka didn't care anymore, agreeing to the conditions as long as it meant she was safe. But in all honesty, that wasn't the only reason she agreed.
Despite it embarrassing her, she loved the way Junko fucked her, the way she used her and didn't go easy on her, she was addicted to the feeling and unable to fight her own urges. She could have easily got the law involved, or even sue'd Junko due to her career being on hold with the bald head.
But she had truly been broken without even realising it, loving the feeling of Junko's cock despite acting like she didn't. Sayaka loved the Despair just as much as Junko and her career began to thrive with the lie they created together.
After all… If there was no loser, then why should she change anything?
Maybe… Anal wouldn't be the worst thing in the world anyway, as long as it's with Junko…
+1!
Sayaka Maizono, The Ultimate Pop Sensation has been added to your harem.
Harem:
Peko Pekoyama
Chiaki Nanami
Sayaka Maizono