Makoto sat awkwardly on the single couch of his beloved dorm lounge, weary, ashamed and bruised and he had to resort to chewing his nails due to being under the intense glares of hostility from his two dorm friends. Mitsuru and Yukari.

Hamuko had lovingly abused him back at her apartment and what he got from Mitsuru was a verbal beatdown as she mercilessly tore into him for having botched his priorities and that he was due for a bad reality check. Who could blame them? Makoto did show up at six o'clock in the morning, with a girly tee, beltless pants, a neck bruised with wounds of various shapes and sizes and his face lavished with lipstick.

Then, Yukari showed up. Oh God. Yukari showed up and shrieked loud enough to wake up the dorm and the opposite block. At first, Makoto just braced himself from a beating from another brunette but she just stood up and settled on glaring and cursing his bloodline from the sidelines, perhaps due to Mitsuru who had emasculated him enough. Although, Makoto could not help but notice a pang of jealousy in the two females as well. Also, Yukari seemed oddly interested in his neck that he routinely covered up with the couch cushion.

"I ask you again Yuki. Who did you spend the night with?" Mitsuru asked yet again with a stomp to the wooden floor.

"N-No one?" Makoto mumbled from behind the cushion where he had hid his face. Poor guy did not even have the time to wash the lipstick galore.

"He's lying!" Yukari shrieked. Makoto cringed. The girl should have signed up for the music club. "I mean just look at him, senpai!"

"Tell the truth or be prepared for an execution, Yuki."

"I bet he is involved with an older female!" Yukari accused and Makoto whimpered. How and from where did that come from? Although. He did not question that Hamuko behaved very much like a cougar in the seventh circle of hell. "Look at his state! His neck! His face! His clothes!"

"Is that true, Yuki?" Mitsuru said with a low tone of voice and a great amount of hostility. She also drew her evoker from her pajama pocket and Makoto gulped.

"W-We didn't sleep together." Makoto tried to defend himself and perhaps he wanted to clear his good name but he walked right into a cold hell. "She had her way with me but I didn't sleep with her!"

!

Yukari ran at him with breakneck speed, in her pink pajamas and she hurled the poor boy off the couch and then took him down. Her hands found his throat and Makoto choked but that was not the only danger. The cold hell intensified when he saw Mitsuru and her ruthless person looming over him and the scowling brunette already preparing a very special room of ice for the unscrupulous field commander.

An execution it was.

Makoto stumbled and shivered all the way to his room and it took a great amount of strength just to push the door open. He was surprised he had not fallen over a dozen times by now but through miracles and the power of the wild card he crawled on his feet and collapsed like a corpse on his bed.

"S-So cold…."

Mitsuru had enclosed him in the dreaded block of ice for a good part of the hour. He was aware of his surroundings and even more horrified when he saw Yukari trying to punch the block open to get her hands on him. The callback made him whimper and Makoto managed to strip out of the tee that he had 'borrowed' from Hamuko as the girl had reduced his top to a mop during her assault.

The stimulating fragrance on her shirt did provide a bit of warmth in certain places. Getting or more accurately, begging for the cloth was another story. He remembered the sly grin that crept up her face when he politely asked for something to wear. Hamuko told him to get under her dining table but then retracted with a cheeky grin and opted for another one sided smooch to bruise his lips. She then finally handed him a small, pink shirt that bared his stomach and was more or less sleeveless. Basically, he was shirtless during his run to the dorm.

Makoto ripped the bedsheet off the edges of his mattress and wrapped the cloth around every inch of his still shuddering frame. He started curling up into an adorable ball of blue, head to his knees in a failed bid for warmth.

Beep.

His cellphone, which had somehow survived the dreaded execution vibrated in his pant pocket and Makoto moaned into his arm. He had to move and disperse the little warmth he had gathered. Still, the blue haired boy reached for the distraction and flipped his phone over, expecting spam or a hopeless message from Kenji about boning the teacher.

It was from Hamuko.

Makoto grasped at his hips after another one of her cruel tricks. Crap. He was somehow missing his boxers and the same was the subject picture of the message he had received. His boxers, now in the possession of the mysterious brunette, was emailed to him along with a plethora of winking smiley.

That tongue out emoji was obviously sent with a very different context in mind as well.

All Makoto could do was whimper. He snapped his cell shut but it beeped again moments later this time in succession. Every brain cell in his body told him not to be tempted as he was exhausted and his brain matter needed sleep for recovery. His hormones had been continuously popping out the glands and his personas wanted a bit less thoughts to work with.

"D-Darn it."

Makoto opened his cell phone and the messages that he had received.

"..."

Said messages were a string of very suggestive gestures with the same hand she had used to bring him to climax, thrice.

Makoto banged his head on the bedpost for atonement and lethargically turned in the other direction, with a bit more warmth than previously. Mistress sleep had kicked him out of her domain and she was not going to return any time soon. He then began to dwell on the encounters with Hamuko which were massively awkward but immensely pleasurable at the same time.

She had stroked him to climax thrice now. Yes, thrice as he had woken up with a case of morning wood and Hamuko insisted upon taking care as she was the cause of the problem. Not to mention the soul sucking kisses that she assaulted his mouth with every now and then. Makoto rubbed his rapidly flushing face and more thoughts popped up in his mind about the mysterious but beautiful girl who had taken a liking to him.

Liking…..?

Makoto recalled her repeated teasing and commands about getting him under the table and between her legs. He gave a shake of his head and retreated deeper into the shell of linen and pillows.

Nah…..

No way.

-SPLASH-

Yukari made sure to dump the empty bucket over his perverted head when she was done waking him up by a cruel splash of ice cold water, a special order from Mitsuru. She left with a huff and Makoto flapped like a fish, uncomfortably wet and now dangerously cold. He promptly fell off his bed and then on his head after a hard sneeze that rocked his body forwards.

"Ow…."

Right. Today was a school day.

Pleading with Mitsuru for a day off was an option but did not want to come anywhere near her vision for a while and so he got up and away for another school day, where another brunette would be waiting to torment him.

Makoto walked with slow steps into the campus building, subject of a few more stares than normal as he was the only student dumb enough to wear winter clothes during the summer semester. If only they knew….

Ekoda carried on with his senseless drivel`classic literature and the ignorance of the current generation while Makoto tried his level best to stay alert and not doze off in the middle of the lecture. Just behind him however was Hamuko and she was determined to keep him awake.

Hamuko began texting him in class and every message made the boy visibly flinch, shoulders tensing and a barely audible murmur escaping his sealed lips.

-Hey, Makoto-chan ;)-

Oh no...

-You seem so restless!-

Makoto gulped at the implication and the upcoming texts to follow. He did his best to resist but he was a young teenager who had experienced his first sexual episode with a really hot classmate and understandably so, he kept sneaking glances at his phone under the table.

-I know just the way to make you relax-

-I might even use my mouth this time!-

Ekoda yelled at the students behind his back when he heard a loud thump, that was Makoto accidentally kicking the table when he flew up from his seat. Yukari gave him a dark look but Makoto had his blue eyes on the screen of his cellphone. With great effort and drew his stare off and at whatever Ekoda was writing on the board.

Beep.

-Just imagine, Makoto-chan!-

Ba-dump.

-After a nice, hot kiss, I get off you and slowly go down-

"..."

Hamuko did not stop the pressing of the buttons on her cellphone, grinning devilishly at the state of the boy ahead.

-I unzip your pants-

"N-No…."

-Stroke you slowly-

"H-Hamuko…."

"Then put my mouth around your coc-

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Makoto face-faulted straight onto his desk and his teacher finally looked back to get a good look at the troublemaker. He immediately singled out the only blue head in the class and yelled at him to stand up. Confused and shaken, Makoto was pushed off the seat by the fellow classmate and then got screamed at by Ekoda for the next half an hour.

The girls in the class found him adorable. Clueless, flushed and just blinking like a confused puppy, a sight not too common for the mysterious Makoto Yuki of 2-F. Yukari however was glaring at him with the hatred of a thousand suns. She just knew that he was being a pervert in the middle of class, sexting or whatever with that older girlfriend of his. Not like she cared! But still…..

Little did she know, the mastermind of the whole scandal was the girl that sat behind him, the more mysterious Hamuko Arisato who was busy chuckling away at the situation. She was not one for crude talk but the reaction she got was exactly what she had desired out of the poor boy.

When Ekoda was done, the class was over and he left. The class praised Makoto for the sacrifice and the boy sat down, his winter jacket doused with sweat. He heard the cracking sound behind and he clenched the device in his grip. The screen suffered a crack and Makoto once more, unceremoniously face faulted to hide his shame.

Lunch Break happened and Makoto retreated to the roof with a half melon bread as his lunch. He had spent half of the break trying to compose himself and by the time he had reached the cafeteria, they were sold out. The lovely waitress halved the last piece and Makoto took what he had been offered, lest he starve again.

He had skipped breakfast for the seventh day in a row. Before he was terrified of Reaper and now he was afraid of THE Mitsuru. Oh well. He sucked it up and was about to head towards the bench when the door behind was kicked open with force. Warmth blasted his back and he found a slap on his butt and then an arm around his neck, which pulled him a few inches down and then the female started to cuddle with flirty coos and awws entering one ear and not leaving from the other.

"You were so cute, Makoto-chan!"

He was kissed a few times on the cheek and forehead and his back starting to ache due to the hunched position to match her height. Makoto was able to harness the strength of his various personae and could attain almost supernatural strength and weight but the girl overpowered him like he was a noodle.

Either she was supergirl or…

Gulp.

She had a stronger persona than he did…..

When she was done hurting his back and marking his face, Hamuko dragged him towards the benches and forced his ass on the seat. Then, she pulled out two lunchboxes from her bag and dropped the larger on his lap, before taking a seat next to him.

"I hope you enjoy the food!"

Makoto just looked at the lunch box for the first minute. Food. He was finally going to eat a proper lunch after a week. He removed the cover off the box and almost drooled at the spread of food before. Rice. Chicken. Salad. But before he could gorge like a feral animal…..

"Um, thank you." Makoto thanked her before anything else, a small bow of his head as a token of his gratitude. He had also noticed she had packed a much smaller box for herself. Even if he was a little annoyed at the pranks she pulled, he could not help but smile at her in gratitude.

"Aww don't mention it." Hamuko said, handing him the chopsticks. "Eat up, Makoto-chan!"

Makoto did so without a second to waste, eating through the thick mixture of seasoned rice and perfectly cooked meat and he did so within a few minutes, taking care of the growling in his stomach. Meanwhile, the girl who sat next to him ate slowly and spent most of her time giggling at him and at the pace at which he devoured the meal she had cooked just for him. When he was done, Hamuko passed him a fizzy can and the boy sighed after the first sip, feeling much better after the wonderful meal.

"Thank you again." Makoto said with a shy glance at the girl next to him. "That was delicious."

Hamuko finished her food and placed the box at the side. She closed the distance and linked her arm around his, the ever horrifying grin emerging on her pretty face. She cupped his shoulder and began to feel for his muscles, humming in delight when she got a small feel of his arm. He was developing very nicely indeed.

"You sure were staring at my hands a lot while you were eating." Hamuko pointed out and Makoto sighed. And here they go again but any thought of getting up and walking away from the awkward situation was snapped when Hamuko fixed her lustful stare. She flexed her hand for good measure and teased, bringing it closer towards his belt buckle. "Weren't you, pervy Makoto-chan?"

"I-I wasn't!" Makoto was already feeling the dizziness, the now occasional feeling of hypnosis whenever she was close by which was becoming far too often for his mind and heart.

"Sure you were, I was watching you." She stated as a matter of fact and overpowered his frame to another awkward ankle with his back curled at an unusual degree to let her voice reach his ears. "I can't blame you though. You do come a lot when I stroke you, hehe!"

Suddenly, she let him off and fell silent. Makoto coughed due to the pressure on his neck but he did start to feel that something was wrong. The continued silence from the hyper active, sex crazy girl who could not get enough of tormenting him was just not right. He looked at her and was surprised to see a small frown on her face with her eyes fixed on her open palms.

"I mean, even with how rough my hands are, you….." Hamuko did try her best to laugh but could not finish the sentence. She clenched those palms into fists to hide the blisters and scars and simply lowered her head, a small sigh escaping her mouth and reaching Makoto.

This was new. He always did find her hand a bit too uneven for a girl as pretty and… perfect as her but he never voiced those thoughts out. That was a little speck of insecurity and the first real stumble he saw from her. This was indeed new but for some reason, every second spent in the silence made his heart clench painfully as Hamuko did not speak further, nor did she meet his gaze. Her knuckles were drained to a pale white color and Makoto struggled for air for a completely different reason.

"H-Hamu…."

Makoto did not talk much. Others had often commented he was too quiet and he was, having been transformed into more of an introvert since the accident and he was content on keeping matters to himself most of the time. When Hamuko was nearby, he struggled even more. He found it difficult to speak in the presence of her superiority but there was also a lingering fear over him that the girl would twist his innocent words and get inside his pants.

"Hamuko…."

He said little like he usually did but got her attention. The brunette slowly turned her head in his direction and saw him reaching out for her. He grabbed a firm grip around the same hands that she was ashamed off and clasped them tightly in his own. He raised her hands upwards and towards his mouth, caressing her half busted knuckles until he kissed each and kept his lips pressed against them, his gaze soft and imploring and his grip around hers tightening with every passing second.

"Makoto-chan…."

She did not blush or look away. Instead, a very gentle smile graced her face at the sweet gesture and she reciprocated with the same firm grip on his soft and weak hands, silently swearing what did last night in her room. Makoto saw the shift in her features and removed her hands from his mouth but not from the hold, restoring to holding them even when he was done kissing them.

"Thank you, Makoto-chan. You really are sweet." Hamuko widened her smile and instead of tormenting the boy, simply rested her head on his shoulder for the next few minutes and Makoto was content with that, giving a small smile of his own now that she had cheered up. Thankfully, there were no sexual advances either and the two spent the rest of the lunch break in peace until it was finally time to get to class.

They both stood up when the bell rung and decided to head for class and keep the warm and positive vibe for the rest of the day….

On seconds thought!

"Psych!"

Hamuko slammed the door shut and blocked the way using her own body. Makoto had no option but to plead as he knew removing the girl from her position was impossible.

"Hamuko-san, we need to get to class." Makoto urged, showing her the watch he had on his wrist. Class had already starred and Isako was a damn demon to students who skipped. "Toriumi-sensei will not be happy with this."

"Hush Makoto-chan. I've decided to feed you something else too." Hamuko exclaimed and Makoto at once lowered his gaze towards her legs. She had been hinting at that activity far too often but the thought of doing anything, even kissing at the rooftop of the freaking school had him reeling.

Hamuko, however, quickly unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts which led to a shockwave of lust and terror coursing through Makoto's body and soul. He almost screamed at the sight but managed to silence his own throat by a hand to his mouth. Oh Christ. Hamuko was topless on the rooftop of the sacred school of the Kirijo overlords. Right in front of him.

Makoto wanted to look away and maybe jump off the roof to save himself a very possible humiliation but much like usual he could not help but look at her and get ruffled because of how bold and beautiful, how perfect the female was. She had not been wearing a bra which led to the idea that she had planned this and her breasts…Makoto was no expert but they looked perfect. Round, perky, bigger than Yukari's and just for his sight.

"I assure you I taste sweet." Hamuko assured with a small giggle. This time, she took his quivering hands and brought them towards her chest, resting each hand on each breast. She saw his pupils dilating when he felt her soft skin and without knowing Makoto started to shift towards her, mouth hanging open and the usual pants coming through.

She kept the door blocked with her back and was casual against the metal door while Makoto started, or at least attempted to touch around. His fingers were still quivering but he started to squeeze each in his palm, his flushed face meeting the amused look of Hamuko. She was not particularly moved by his technique but still found his attempts cute.

"I didn't get my breasts out just for you to stare and touch." Hamuko said and she stroked her nipple as a small hint. Makoto did not get what she wanted and just blinked with his grip still on her chest.

Hamuko rubbed her thumb over a few times and gave a small exhale, something that got Makoto's heart racing and he tried to do the same but Hamuko had other plans for him.

"Suck."

"P-Pardon?"

Hamuko did not waste words and clenched a fist of blue, quickly guiding his mouth to where she wanted, on her right breast while she stroked the left one with her own fingers. She steadied against the door frame and encouraged Makoto with a pat on the back of his head.

Makoto paused to sustain his breathing but pushed his tongue along the curve of her breast, dragging a long lick to trace the round shape and then a small nibble towards the end. He still found the grip on his hair and Hamuko would tug him to places where she wanted his mouth and Makoto, bent neck and poor body posture and all followed her whim like he often did. After Hamuko made sure he had licked every inch of her breast, she urged him to take the rosy bead into his mouth and he did, casting a small glance upwards at the girl.

"That's good, Makoto-chan…."

Makoto grew a bit more confident and melted into the moment, not caring that they were inside the school and the only thing blocking the roof was Hamuko herself. He gave a short pant but continued the service, flicking his tongue around and around while his other hand captured her left breast, flexing softly while he continued to suck faster and with more pressure and started to practically slobber over her chest, something that Hamuko found adorable.

"You're acting like such a baby, Makoto-chan." Hamuko said, leaning her head slightly to stare at him, nipple still in his mouth and all. The encouraging smile made him twitch and he softy bit her nipple between his teeth. He saw her fist clench from the corner of his hidden eye and applied a bit more force, hoping to get something out of her, a gasp or a groan of pleasure.

"Tch…"

Her clenched fist relaxed but she did let out a small exhale that did not reach his ear. She rubbed her thighs together when he added bites and kisses to go along with the strong sucking. He gave a squeeze to the underside and then pressed a long kiss with his teeth grazing the now swollen bead in his mouth. He met her gaze for a moment when he did so and Hamuko's normally relaxed pose went rigid and she clenched both fists

"TCH!"

Hamuko yanked his head away from her breast and pushed the blue haired Fool to his knees, slamming his knees into the concrete. She stood upright but kept him down with a firm and rough hold on his head, now starting to force his head towards her legs while she reached her skirt, intending to remove the pesky article and get….

She stopped midway when she saw him wince, probably from getting his knees smashed into the concrete. She withdrew both her hands and crouched to his level, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth as reward and her arms seeking his frame for a tight hug.

"That was good, Makoto-chan."

Makoto was afraid that the roof had nothing to block the entrance of anyone who would happen to come along, and the fact that Hamuko was still topless with his mouth and arms around him. Eventually though, Makoto sighed against his mouth and then rested his head on her shoulder, with the continuous patting on his head for a job well done forcing him to relax after a few bad hours of his life.

The day still ended on a positive note and her dear Makoto-chan walked with her towards the gate of the school and bid her farewell. She had made an entire plan to have him suck on her at the rooftop and then sneak him towards the janitor room for more fun but she was content with the peaceful lunch date and the service that Makoto gave her after that.

Hamuko went back home and straight into the bath. She had a ritual of taking a shower every time she came back home and she got to preparing for it, collecting the essential body washes, perfumes and clothes from her magically restocking closet and then retreating into her glorious washroom.

She started to strip in front of the mirror, down to her birthday suit. Hamuko did spare a small glance at her modest chest and located a few scratches from the little session at the rooftop.

"Cute."

She then stripped out of her skirt and then her panties and that was when her world went straight to hell.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

There was a small spot on her favorite underwear.

Jack Frost panties!

Hamuko balled her fist and the realization struck her when she saw her own naked reflection.

Makoto.

That little bastard actually ruined her panties!

"This means war!"

Hamuko located her cellphone and his contact, and then went to work on her revenge.

Third chapter done. Review for more and to let me know your thoughts. Hopefully the pattern of this tale is obvious now.