Chapter 7: Of Punishments and Gratification...

Smut Warning.

"Truth or Dare?"

Kokoro gasped, looking at the smirking faces of her friends. She couldn't believe she'd be the first to go when she agreed to play along.

If she chose Truth, she already knew what they'll ask of her. Having been so tight-lipped about her sex life with Mitsuru, her friends are itching to get her to talk.

On the other hand, it shouldn't be too hard to do what they'll dare her to. Surely they won't ask her to do anything too indecent...

"Dare."

"Go to school tomorrow wearing uniform but without any panties the whole day." Zero Two promptly dared.

"Isn't that too much?" Kokoro gasped, she has started school just two weeks ago and hasn't made many friends yet. If she did something this scandalous so early...

"Fine then, all you have to do is just pass through the school gates then you can put on your panties where you stand or head to the ladies' room and change. Deal?"

"Why not just answer an embarrassing question?" Miku chimed in.

"Hey if she's switching, got to add more questions as a penalty."

"Yeah, like tell us how it felt the first time he went down on you."

"Or...you can just name 10 body parts Mitsuru loves to kiss."

"Psssh not those! Describe to us the naughtiest sex position you two have done, who's on top, how long it lasted, and where you did it."

Everyone was speaking at the same time she couldn't follow who said what. Kokoro went beet red. None of the choices or questions were easy for her.

"I'll do it." Kokoro said then bit her lip to stifle the sound that wanted to escape. Just how bad could it be? No one will know she wasn't wearing anything but her friends, and all she had to do was pass through the gates.

If she answered any of those questions, there was no way she could ever take the words back.

"Just don't tell Mitsuru."

-o-

Her boyfriend was immediately suspicious when he saw them the next day. The girls usually arrived in school separately according to their personal schedules. But this morning...all four arrived together—five including Naomi, and were waiting at the school gate.

"Where's Kokoro?" Mitsuru asked, he instantly noticed she's not among them. She didn't sleep in his room last night which, though uncommon wasn't something to be concerned about. However, she was nowhere to be found this morning either, her phone was off and he's beginning to worry.

"Oh, she should be here any time soon." Miku replied in a cheerful tone. Too cheerful it sounded unnatural.

"Yeah...why don't you go on ahead? We'll wait for her." Ichigo said, her smile a tad too forced. "I thought you and Goro are working on something and won't be attending school today?"

"I have a test this morning." Which wasn't exactly the truth, his main reason was to look for Kokoro. Goro and he were supposed to go over some weapon designs they planned to incorporate on their Franxx, but...

"Let him stay." Zero Two chimed in. "This should be fun."

"Zero Two!" The girls gasped in unison.

"What could you girls be plotting?" Now he's intrigued.

"Mitsuru..."

He turned his head behind him to see Kokoro, his greeting died on his lips unspoken. "Why are you wearing that?"

Kokoro blushed, giving away her guilt.

His relief at seeing her safe now turned into concern. Have the girls pranked her into something? Was this some sort of initiation?

"What is this all about? Are you naked under that coat?" Though his voice sounded calm, Kokoro heard the steel beneath it.

"I'll explain later. Just let me pass through the gates first..." Hesitantly she untied the belt of her trenchcoat.

Mitsuru held his breath, prepared to stop her the first instant he saw any bare skin through the flaps of the coat...and then exhaled in relief. He saw nothing out of the ordinary, Kokoro wore the prescribed Mistilteinn High uniform.

"Can't believe you're actually doing it." Miku said, twirling her hair around her finger. "Anway, let's get this over with."

"Right." She slowly walked towards the school gate, careful, tiny steps to keep her skirt inert and steady as much as possible.

Just when she thought all was going according to plan, and sighed with great relief as she made it through the gate, a strong gust of wind blasted through her. Kokoro and the other girls shrieked as she slapped the skirt down her legs, but she knew without anyone telling her it was already too late. The deadly silence behind her confirmed it before she slowly turned her head to look behind her.

She knew she was in trouble the moment she saw his face. Oh lord.

"Um, we better get going..." Ichigo said, knowing the couple probably wanted to be alone, or at least Mitsuru does, from the look of his face.

"We'll see you later okay?" Miku said, guiltily touching Kokoro's hand before she rushed past and headed towards the school building.

"You have a cute ass. Use it." Zero Two whispered as she walked past her.

Kokoro felt her heart race as she stood there, unable to face her boyfriend. How much has he seen? Up to her thighs? Or did the wind blew her skirt high enough that he saw she wore nothing underneath?

Mitsuru shrugged off his school jacket and walked over to her. He tied it around her waist to keep her skirt in place. Then he wrapped the trenchcoat around her shoulders. "Put it on."

She wanted to argue that the coat was enough, he didn't have to crumple his jacket for her. But the look at his face froze all words at the tip of her tongue.

"Kokoro...your ass is going to be seven various shades of red after this little stunt."

"But..."

"Dammit, don't make me take you home and punish you!"

-o-

She spent the whole morning staring at her phone screen every two seconds. His silence sent her anxiety level so high that she couldn't function at all and felt like a perpetual zombie all morning.

Around lunchtime, she finally got a text from him, and though she was apprehensive to read the message, Kokoro felt relieved as well. At least he's not ignoring her anymore.

"Meet me at our usual spot."

That was all he said. No words of reassurance, not even his usual pet names for her. Kokoro bit her lip.

She glanced up at the clock, she usually ate lunch with the other girls, but right now it's imperative she explained herself to Mitsuru.

Their usual spot when they wanted some privacy, was the landing at the very top of the east staircase. If it had stayed accessible to the students it would take them to the second exit to the rooftop. Currently, the area was cordoned off by the janitors and became some sort of storage. But the flight of stairs made it tedious to carry things to and fro, so it was mostly deserted.

Mitsuru was already there, standing beside the broken chairs and desks piled haphazardly along the wall. She couldn't see his face, his back was facing her so she was unsure what mood he's in.

"Mitsuru..." Kokoro called him hesitantly.

"Come here, Kokoro." His voice was soft, but there was an edge of steel to it. No 'baby', no 'sweetheart'. She knew he's still mad. Shivering a little, Kokoro walked over to where he stood and stopped a few feet away.

Mitsuru turned just then, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants. An outsider would be forgiven if they were fooled by his relaxed, casual aura. He was anything but relaxed. His piercing green eyes were quite intense as he looked at her as if he has never seen a girl before. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked in that quiet voice as he gave her another once-over.

"What do you mean?" Kokoro gasped softly. Is he thinking of breaking up with her over that incident? But no one else was around when it happened, she has timed it late so that most students were already inside the building.

"What was that little stunt you pulled?"

"We had a game of Truth or Dare last night..."

"Why didn't you just bail out?"

Kokoro sighed. "I shouldn't have played if I wasn't going to see it through."

He walked closer to where she was, so close the tips of her breasts touched the hard planes of his body. "Here's the thing, sweetheart." He leaned closer until his nose almost touched hers. "I don't think you understand...so let me make this clear, plain and simple."

Kokoro shrieked a little when he grabbed her by the hips and snatched her close. "You are mine." Mitsuru said in a low, silky voice, almost menacing. "This is mine." He pressed himself against the soft flesh between her legs. The blunt, hard ridge in his pants that stabbed at her was unmistakable.

"And this?" He slid his hands beneath her skirt without warning and grabbed her ass. "You're not allowed to flaunt what's mine!"

Kokoro gasped, words have abandoned her completely. She could only look at him, her mouth slightly agape.

Mitsuru wanted nothing more than to kiss her then, but he held back. He was supposed to punish her, not reward her with kisses.

"Do you see this?" He looked down at his crotch. Kokoro blushed, she already knew what he meant without looking. His cock had poked insistently at her through their clothing, there was no way she won't notice.

"Look at what you did to me. I've had to deal with this all morning after I saw you at the gate." Mitsuru reached up and loosened his tie as if it was choking him. He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it to the floor between their feet.

"I couldn't concentrate, I may even have flunked my Math test...and all because of you. So now, you're going to make it up to me." He held her gaze as he unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants, his eyes traveling down to her lush, pink lips.

"On your knees, baby."

Without a single word, Kokoro knelt on his jacket and helped him pull his pants and boxers down just enough for him to release his cock from confinement. He was fully aroused, rock hard and throbbed with the mad beating of his heart. Mitsuru reached down and stroked her lush, pink lips with fingers that slightly trembled. Oh god, he could come just by looking at her sexy mouth.

Kokoro rubbed the head against her cheek and then against her lips, playfully kissing him, nuzzling him as if his dick was a beloved pet, not the mostly forgotten organ he only remembered when he needed to piss or fuck.

His low, almost guttural growl warned her just how thin his patience was. But Kokoro only smiled and took her sweet time kissing him, teasing him with the tip of her tongue, when she knew very well what he wanted her to do.

"Dammit, Kokoro!" Mitsuru hissed, clenching his fists at his sides. "Oh god..." He groaned when she traced a vein that snaked through his entire length, from base to head and then began to flick her tongue at the small slit at his tip.

"Keep doing that and see what happens." He warned in a husky voice, then groaned as her lips parted and took him in. "Fuck!" He almost howled but managed to hold it in. God, her mouth...he couldn't think anymore, could only feel as she sucked him, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, gradually letting him sink deeper into her throat until her lips touched his base.

Kokoro released him almost instantly, she was still new at this, still unable to hold him for more than a few seconds. But he loved her all the more for it.

She parted her lips and took him in once more, sucking the head as she stroked him with her hand the way he has taught her how.

That look on his face, the sounds of pleasure he made fueled her own arousal. Kokoro squirmed, squeezing her thighs together as her clit begged for attention. Unable to wait any longer, she reached between her legs and began to rub herself through the cloth of her underwear. The first stroke felt so good, she couldn't help the moan that was muffled around his cock.

He heard her nevertheless. Mitsuru frowned slightly as he saw what she was doing. "Who said you can touch yourself?" He asked gruffly.

Uh, oh. Looks like her punishment wasn't over yet.

"Stand up." He ordered.

"Such a naughty girl, touching yourself like that..." He released the clasp that fastened the waist of her skirt and allowed it to fall.

He made a small sound of appreciation as he saw the white, lacy underwear that was conspicuously absent early that morning.

"Do you like it?" Kokoro asked in a husky voice. "I bought it just for you."

"Sweet talking me will get you nowhere." Mitsuru muttered beneath his breath as he reached for the buttons of her top. "Your punishment is over when I say it is."

His eyes that were already filled with lust, lit up as her breasts came to view, cupped in a lacy bra that matched her panties. It never failed to thrill her to see how much her body pleased him. "Like what you see?" She asked in a teasing voice.

"Keep talking like that sweetheart, and see what it will get you." Mitsuru reached out and touched the soft curve of her jaw.

He was dying to kiss her, but Mitsuru restrained himself. Instead, he hooked his thumbs at the waist of her underwear and slowly dragged it down her legs.

It was a mistake to touch her, but one that he could not regret. She was soft, wet and slippery against his hand as he cupped her.

"Mitsuru..." Her voice trembled as she tried to stay upright. Gently he parted her, seeking the hard bud of her clit.

She cried out in protest when he circled her clit with the pad of his thumb just once and only once, then released her abruptly, her body silently screaming more from the shock that he would deny her.

"No complaints." Mitsuru warned in a low voice, he ached to touch her just as much but now wasn't the time to indulge her. "Turn around, and bend over that desk."

Kokoro shivered from the deep timbre of his voice, if this was his brand of punishment, to leave her frustrated from lack of his touch, she will never misbehave ever again!

"Be a good girl and accept your punishment." He breathed against her neck as Kokoro leaned over the desk at the corner. She trembled and wanted to protest but went still when his hands caressed her back in slow small circles, gradually moving lower until his hand cupped the sensuous curve of her butt.

Smack!

"Oh my god!" Kokoro gasped, he actually spanked her! Although it was more noise than any actual pain. Thrills of excitement ran down her spine to gather at that most sensitive area between her legs.

"Try to be quiet...unless you want the janitors to hear us." He whispered as he nuzzled the side of her neck. God, he ached to taste her pussy right now, and wondered who exactly was he punishing with this play.

Mitsuru licked her shoulder instead, but it wasn't the same, oh god, not even damned close. Groaning with frustration, he sucked her neck as he tried to sate his hunger, leaving a red, angry mark on her skin. It wasn't enough. Fuck. What was he expecting?

Breathing heavily, he pulled away.

"You've been such a bad girl, flaunting what's mine in public. You need to be taught a lesson."

Smack!

The spanking had more bite this time, a bit more sting, but more ripples of heat pooled down her core, making Kokoro squirm and moan as she felt herself slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

"What a naughty girl." He murmured, touching the slick wetness between her thighs. "Getting this wet already from spanking."

Smack!

The sting was only for a brief instant, an insect bite would have hurt more, but the effect on her...Oh god, she didn't know why, but the sting only enhanced the pleasure, the arousal.

"I'll be lenient this time as this is your first offense." Mitsuru muttered as he caressed the red skin of her butt. "Next time you defy me, your punishment shall be more severe."

"Yes, sir." Kokoro gasped, her legs trembling from the sheer need to be touched. Was the spanking over? But she wanted more, she felt so...unsatisfied, she realized with some trepidation.

Unable to wait any longer, Mitsuru knelt behind her, between her parted thighs and grabbed her ass with both hands.

Kokoro jumped as she felt the rough velvet of his tongue, so highly sensitive she couldn't hold back the soft cries or still the restless movements of her hips as he stroked her.

"Not so loud!" He reminded her again, his breath hot and moist against her trembling flesh as he continued to taste her, licking the slick wetness of her soft flesh.

"Mitsuru!" She gasped as he gently spread her open with his fingers. No matter how many times they've done this, she still felt shy, vulnerable...as if he's looking at her very soul.

"Keep it down Kokoro or we will get caught!" Mitsuru warned, then licked the tiny slit at her center. "Oh god baby...you're so sweet to taste."

A muffled scream answered him as Kokoro covered her mouth with her hands. Her hips jerked almost violently as he pressed his tongue against the tight opening, gently probing deeper.

"Stay still." Mitsuru ordered huskily, holding her in place with his hands. He teased her again, penetrating the tiny slit and gently fucked her with his tongue.

Kokoro arched her back, her legs threatened to buckle as he continued the exquisite torture without giving her relief.

"Is my punishment over?" She gasped, body shaking from the force of her need as he slowly stood up, trailing kisses up her spine.

"No." Mitsuru breathed against her neck as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her soft flesh and slowly breached her entrance. "Time to show this tight little pussy who owns you."

Then he took her with one single hard thrust, piercing her to the core.

Kokoro gasped as their flesh collided with such brutal impact, for an instant she thought she'd black out. A moment too soon and it would have hurt to be so forcefully and abruptly impaled with a cock as huge as his. But as she was right now, with her soft flesh slick, wet and needy, aching to be taken, to be owned, dominated...his vicious, brutal possession shocked her only for a moment, before her own lust took over.

Mitsuru went completely still as her little pussy adjusted to his possession, she was too tight just a moment earlier, but now her soft flesh encased him in a wet, warm vise that gripped him so perfectly. Their union was so deep, a soft suction tugged at him with each tiny movement, as if reluctant to let him go.

"Kokoro..." His voice has gone so low, almost barely recognizable. "Want you so bad...need to cum in your pussy."

His breath was heavy and warm against her neck as she took his hand and curled it around her breast. "I'm all yours." She whispered simply as she pressed her hips back against him in silent invitation, making him hiss.

"It's okay." Kokoro whispered again. "Come inside me." She sought the most stable position as she braced herself on the desk with her arms, and offered him her pussy for his fucking.

Mitsuru made a harsh sound as he kissed her neck even as he pressed his hand against the small of her back, then lifted her hips, positioning her body in the angle that he wanted. He grabbed her breast, squeezed her almost roughly with raw urgency but Kokoro didn't notice, all her attention was focused on the hard shaft of male flesh wedged so deeply between her legs.
She cried out as he claimed her with deep, savage thrusts, her body trembling from the sheer impact as their flesh parted and collided in a raw, primitive rhythm.

Kokoro soon began to feel overwhelmed, but there was no stopping the beast she has unleashed. No other way but to endure the intensity of his fucking as he began to pound into her, deep, heavy, completely without restraint, just pure savage animal need.

Mitsuru smothered the sounds that escaped his lips as he groaned and panted against her shoulder. Unable to form any other coherent words but her name in a breathless litany.

"It's okay..." She whispered again, "Just come inside me..."

Kokoro closed her eyes and shuddered as he licked her skin, then raked her with his teeth. Bowing her head, spreading her legs a little wider, she opened herself even more to him, giving him what he needed, what he demanded as the force of his thrusts intensified even more.

"Oh god, Mitsuru!" She writhed under him, not sure if she was struggling to get free or trying to meet him thrust for thrust— but either way, there's no escaping him. He held her in place, his knees kept her legs spread wide while his thick cock pounded into her wet, open pussy.

As insane as it sounded, Kokoro found that it felt good to be so completely filled once more, so utterly owned by him...even if her body was still not used to his sheer size, or the raw passion that drove him to take her this way, this primitive, bestial way only a girl in love could ever surrender to.

His fingers dug into her hips as his pace quickened, almost violent now as he neared the peak, grinding into her, pounding her soft flesh with thrust after savage thrust, making her scream from the sheer ferocity of his fucking.

Mitsuru covered her mouth to keep her voice down, then tightened his grip around her waist as he took her with one last deep thrust, forcing her body to accept and hold him to the very last inch.

Kokoro shivered as he dropped biting kisses then muffled the harsh sounds that escaped his throat on her shoulder as his warm cum gushed into her, bathing the mouth of her womb, filling her pussy until she overflowed and leaked out to drip down her trembling inner thighs.

Almost roughly, without warning, Mitsuru withdrew from her and flipped her to face him.

"Mitsuru..." He stole the sound she made as his lips crashed against hers, parting her open to slide his tongue deep into her mouth. Kokoro clung to him, fingers unconsciously digging into his skin as he stroked and teased her with his tongue, answering his caresses with hungry strokes of her own.

"Thank you, baby." He whispered in a shaky voice against her lips when he finally released her. "That felt so good."

Gently he lifted her and sat her on the desk. Nuzzling her neck as he touched her knees.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." Mitsuru murmured in a voice that still trembled. "Let me see if I hurt you."

"But..."

It's always after sex when she felt most embarrassed with him. When lust has somewhat cooled down and the memories of the things she has done, the things she'd let him do to her flooded her mind...Kokoro bit her lip and looked away as he gently examined her freshly fucked pussy.

"A little red and swollen here," Mitsuru murmured touching her with light fingers.

Kokoro felt hot and cold all over as he traced the swollen bud of her clit with one careful finger before seeking the slit at her center.

"Did it hurt, baby?" He whispered against her ear as he gently stroked her with his finger, rubbing his own cum against her clit. "Did I hurt you when I fucked your little pussy?"

"Hmm..." How could he expect her to think clearly or even speak when he's touching her so exquisitely?

She gasped when he slipped a finger inside. "Still so tight." She heard him whisper beneath his breath, before slowly curling his fingertip, rubbing against the sensitive, frontal wall of her pussy.

"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped as he touched a spot so sensitive, her hips bucked against his hand.

"More?"

Too shy to speak she only nodded, her head bent low, unable to meet his eyes.

"God, you're so adorable." Mitsuru almost groaned as he kissed the top of her head. Carefully he slipped a second finger and sought the sweet spot that gave her so much pleasure.

Kokoro flinched, her back arching involuntarily as he rubbed her so exquisitely. He knew how to touch her, how to drive her wild, and ever since he had discovered her sweet spots, he'd found so many ways to bring her devastating release.

"Not so loud, sweetheart." He brushed his lips against hers, making her flinch as he slowly traced the hard bud of her clit once more, while the other hand gently fucked her pussy.

Unable to speak anymore, Kokoro could only whimper her need, panting against the side of his neck as his fingers reached deeper inside.

"Love the way you respond to me...so sweet, so sensitive." Mitsuru whispered against her ear. "Come for me, baby. Give it all to me."

His low voice accompanied by his deeper, harder strokes sent her over the edge. Moaning and clutching at his broad shoulders, Kokoro felt the coil of tension snap in her lower belly, flooding her with warmth and pleasure.

He held her as she shivered and trembled from the force of her orgasm, stealing the sweet sounds of her surrender with his mouth.

Breathing heavily against his shoulder, Kokoro clung to him as she slowly recovered.

-o-

They barely had time left, lunch break was almost over, but reluctant to part just yet, the two lovers slowly dressed up.

"Here..." Mitsuru handed her his handkerchief, knowing she'll need something to pad the crotch of her panties. She'd be dripping with his cum the whole day— that single unholy thought was enough to make his heart race.

"Are you sure?" Kokoro blushed as she accepted it with reluctance.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'm responsible for the—" His words died as he watched Kokoro slide the wad of cloth between her legs before snapping her lacy underwear into place. The urge to kneel down and kiss her pussy was unexpectedly strong and he almost caved in.

"Shall we go home and...continue this?" Mitsuru asked in a voice that has gone low and husky. "Slow and easy this time, I promise."

Kokoro blushed at the carnal invitation she was so tempted to accept. But...

"I can't skip class. I transferred here quite late and have a lot of catching up to do..."

"Sweetheart, they don't really care much about our academic growth." Mitsuru almost smiled sadly, then tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "Their only concern is churning out as many Franxx pilots as they can."

Just then the ringing sound of a bell signaled the end of lunch break. Classes would resume soon.

"How about it, sweetheart?" Mitsuru asked again, smiling gently as he kissed her cheek. Kokoro only smiled back and appeared to contemplate as they slowly stepped down the stairs. There were several junk placed haphazardly at the sides of the stairs, with enough room only for a single person to pass through. Mitsuru walked in front of her, an unconscious act of protectiveness as they slowly headed down.

"Have you decided?" He asked again as they arrived at a landing, pausing as he stole another kiss from her.

"How can I think if you keep on distracting me?" Kokoro protested with a small laugh.

"That's the idea, sweetheart." Mitsuru chuckled lightly as they continued their descent. But as they made the turn from the landing, Mitsuru froze in his tracks.

"Minako." He said coldly. Hearing the venom in his voice, Kokoro stepped to his side and looked at what brought out his sudden foul mood.

The sight of another student, a girl with long wavy hair, made Kokoro pause. He called her Minako. So this must be the ex he told her before. The similarity in their appearance was almost uncanny and made Kokoro feel a bit uncomfortable. Minako almost had the same height, same built as her. The same long wavy hair as she did, except Minako's was light brown, not ash blonde, and her eyes were gray, not blue.

"I've heard rumors about you and that girl. I didn't want to believe it. But looks like it's true." Minako said with a hint of scorn. "What do you see in her? She can't even suck cocks properly!"

"You—" Mitsuru began, but Kokoro squeezed his hand, silently asking him not to respond. Mitsuru turned and looked at her, confusion written all over his face.

"Let me fight my own battles, please." She said, touching his cheek. "I know you want to protect me, but this is something I have to face on my own. Go on without me. I'll see you later, okay?" She leaned her face towards him as he reluctantly lowered his head to give her a parting kiss.

"If you have anything to say about me, tell them to my face." Kokoro said quietly as she looked at Minako straight in the eye.

Minako scoffed but addressed Mitsuru instead. "Aren't you worried about the things I'll tell your precious little girlfriend?"

Mitsuru turned and glared at her with such coldness Minako took a step back with a small gasp. "I don't give a fuck about the shit you want to spin about me. But harm a single hair on Kokoro's head and you'll regret you ever met me."

"What could you possibly do to me?" Minako tried to laugh but it came out forced.

"There are things worse than death." Mitsuru said as he glared at her with narrowed eyes. "Pray that you won't ever have to find out any of them."

Lost for words, Minako could only glare back.

Mitsuru brushed his lips against Kokoro's hair as he whispered his reluctance to leave her alone with his ex.

"I'll be alright." Kokoro assured him. "If I can't handle this, then I'm not strong enough to be your girl."

"But..."

"Just wait for me later." Her cheeks were still pink from the sexual flush, the color deepened as she spoke the next words. "I'm holding on to your promise of slow and easy."

Audience or not, there was no way he could not kiss her that instant. Damn Minako and the likes of her.

The two lovers ignored whatever it was the other girl threw in their direction, lost in their own world for a moment before Mitsuru reluctantly released her.

"I'll be waiting for you."

Kokoro nodded her head and waited until he was out of sight before she looked at Minako.

"You're still here?" She said, pretending to be surprised.

"Cut the crap." Minako gritted her teeth.

"Listen, we can never be friends." Kokoro began. "But doesn't mean we can't be civil to each other."

"Who the fuck cares what you think?"

"Not you, obviously." Kokoro sighed as she stepped down the stairs, forcing Minako to follow her grudgingly. "But let's face it. You have no place in our lives, so why not just move on?"

Minako had been hospitalized for a few weeks when Kokoro transferred schools, so she hadn't really seen her until today.

She went to the ladies' room and sighed when the other girl followed her inside. The only satisfaction she got was slamming the door of the cubicle on Minako's face.

"Don't be so smug just because he's fucking you." Minako said coldly as Kokoro stepped out and washed her hands on the sink. "What a filthy slut, asking him to cum in your cunt. Haven't you heard of a condom before?"

Oh god, how much has Minako seen?

"Let it go, Minako." Kokoro said in a calm voice, refusing to be baited, but she was beginning to shake inside. "The choices Mitsuru and I make with our lives is none of your business."

"You will never be good enough for him." Minako taunted. "In case you didn't know, sweetheart, he dumps his girlfriend the moment she starts to have feelings for him."

"He told me everything he has done these past years we've been apart. There's nothing you can say that will shock me anymore."

"I don't believe that. Has he told you that he fucked two girls at the same time? Or that he even allowed his girlfriend to be gangbanged? You'll be next."

"Because she wanted to be gangbanged." Kokoro corrected, refusing to curl into a ball and whimper. "It's not Mitsuru's fault that you're so slutty Minako."

"How dare you!" She screeched, her hands reaching out to scratch her face, but Kokoro dodged her. Screaming in frustration Minako charged at her only to slip from the wet floor.

It was so comical, Kokoro almost felt bad for her. "If you can't move on, that's not my problem. He was mine before any of you even laid on eyes on him. He will always be mine whether we're together or apart, just like I am his. You should know that by now." She looked at Minako in the eye, compelling her to do the same. "There's no one who can ever take my place."

-o-

The whole class went quiet when she entered the room, but Kokoro paid them no mind. She was aware that the love bites on her neck were beginning to darken, becoming more obvious to the eyes. And there was no way to hide her passion-swollen lips or even the sexual flush that lingered on her cheeks. But who are they to judge her?

She sat down on her desk, thankful that her next class was about Pistil training, so there were only girls in the room. She braced herself as Minako came charging in the room looking like something Ichigo's cat dragged over from hell.

"You filthy bitch!" Minako screamed, charging at her. From the corner of her eye, Kokoro saw the silhouette of their homeroom teacher. If she could time this right—

"You stupid cunt!" Kokoro winced as Minako pulled her hair. Mercifully, the teacher entered the room in that instant.

"Code 375!" Her voice boomed in the whole class. "What is the meaning of this? You do know such behavior is not tolerated, right? See me after class."

Minako screeched a little but released her. If a simple glare could kill, Kokoro knew she'd be stone-cold dead right now. The pure venom in Minako's eyes made her shiver a little.

Just then Ichigo knocked at the door and bowed at the teacher in greeting. Kokoro couldn't hear what was being said but the teacher looked mad enough to spit bullets.

"Code 375 you are asked to report to the Principal's office."

"What did I do now?" Minako wailed.

"Don't give me any more trouble than you already have." The teacher said coldly. Then dismissed Ichigo with a brisk nod. The dark haired girl waved at Kokoro slightly before leaving.

The teacher wrote something at the board. "Complete exercises 115-120. I will collect them by the end of the class. Code 375, come with me."

The murmurs started again once the teacher left with a worried looking Minako, but Kokoro ignored them. She took out the manual and flipped through the pages, wondering if she knew enough to finish the tasks.

When she heard the words "Filthy slut." muttered the third time behind her, Kokoro lost it.

"Yes, I had sex with Mitsuru at the top of the stairs. And he made me come so hard my hands are still trembling right now. What's so wrong with that? He's my boyfriend, we already planned to get married after graduation." The room went pin-drop silent as she turned and looked at each girl in the eye. Some were at least ashamed enough to look away, others looked back in shock.

"Which one of you here is still a virgin? None? Then what gives you the right to judge me if I want to fuck my boyfriend?"

Kokoro was too angry to be ashamed over her choice of words. They expected her to be meek and unconfrontational, well screw them all! Maybe later, much later when all the adrenaline has been spent, she will want to hide until the whole world ended, but for now, she's had enough of their prissy attitude.

A/N: This chapter was actually done first before chapter 6. It was born from the smut prompts I found online. lol So consider this a bonus chapter, hehe.
I didn't discover the prompts until recently, they're so much fun, hope to be able to do more in the future. ;)