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For once, Megumi was invested in one of Aki-kun's strange lessons on eroge archetypes.

She had learned more than any girl her age should know about these things after spending a few months with him alongside Sawamura-san and Kasumigaoka-san. But his latest lesson was one that was particularly baffling.

"Bad…ends?"

"Basically the main heroine doesn't end up with the player, and it usually ends up with her having sex with a colleague who is there for her when the player didn't go down the right route, an older man who coerces her into lewd things, or just a plain ol' faceless stranger who overpowers her will and turns her into a mindless human toilet." Aki-kun had said, as he always did, matter-of-factly.

"I see."

Frankly, Megumi was used to such depravity, and she tuned out the second part of his little lecture as she leaned forward to look at the images he scrolled past to illustrate. All of them depicted what he described: the hapless main heroine in the arms of another, usually some faceless handsome and fit man with dark skin and blond hair, but sometimes it was some older middle-aged man with a pot belly.

So these were the latest sort of drawings the club was working on…

Megumi thought about what she'd learned as the rest of the school day went by. Again, the images came into her mind like some intrusive thought. Compared to the other ones, Megumi couldn't get these out of her head. It was so strange to see the "main heroine" archetype enraptured in such…blind pleasure. Sure, many of them looked like they were in pain, trapped in nonconsensual situations, but for the most part from what Aki-kun described, the main heroine would always fall into pleasure that rendered reason as nothing but an afterthought.

Megumi pondered it again. Maybe it was because she was still just discovering her sexuality in private, or maybe it was because the content of their game was all looking the same to her now, but the thought of such pleasure overcoming a heroine to the point that she could only give into it…the concept seemed so dangerous yet enthralling.

It was during these ponderings on the way home that she saw him.

The stranger was someone she actually recognized; he was that foreign man who'd take the same train as her in the evening. She didn't remember seeing him on the ride home tonight…and what made her stop in her tracks was probably why.

Pinned against the wall was a girl about her age, short brown hair tied up with yellow ribbons, her body just a bit curvier than Megumi's. She even had her school uniform still on- Megumi didn't recognize what school it was from, its light blue color scheme unfamiliar.

They were kissing.

Megumi stopped in her tracks, watching through the faint light of dusk as this grown man kissed this schoolgirl with such passion that she couldn't stop the pink flooding her cheeks. His hands were all over her, feeling her up in a lewd display. The girl seemed wrapped up in their little world as well, kissing him back with such experience and voracity Megumi could hardly believe it wasn't just a grown woman in cosplay.

It was in the middle of this that Megumi took her first good look at the foreign man. Even if she couldn't see his face, she could tell he was handsome, his physique fit. He had dark skin and blond hair…making the realization dawn on Megumi that he was almost the perfect character archetype for those faceless strangers in bad ends. Once again she was ripped back into her ponderings, thinking of hapless eroge heroines wrapped in the arms of men like this, lost in their own drunken haze of pleasure that all reason is thrown out of the window.

Megumi was snapped out of her reverie when the couple broke apart. She heard the mumble of their conversation; at this distance she could only make out bits. The girl was really pretty, but she seemed a bit fierce, her brow furrowed as if she was scolding the grown man. Before Megumi could try and make out what the two were saying, the stranger looked her way.

It was then that Megumi realized how fast her heart was pounding. She and the stranger shared eye contact for a moment before she turned on her heel and strode away, the grin on his lips fresh in her mind.

Did she just…witness a "bad end"?

She sat on that thought all night, once again remembering all the research the club had done…it wasn't until she was gasping in orgasm did she realize she had begun playing with herself. The last thing on her mind before she slipped into sleep was the stranger's face.

The next day wasn't any better.

Megumi went through her usual routine with her usual expressionless visage. Everybody would just think she was being herself, little did they know of the storm that was raging behind those blank eyes. How she kept replaying what she witnessed in that alleyway, how she remembered how good she felt to slip into the role of a heroine in a bad end, how she was concocting a plan for more in-depth "field research".

She had taken a long look at herself in the mirror of the school restroom. Fingering her short brown hair, looking at her plain face, her blank eyes. It still baffled her a little that Aki-kun would see her as his muse. She wondered if it was just him who could see her that way.

The plan should have been yet another pondering, something intrusive that just remained in her mind, but that night, when Megumi stepped onto the train and saw the stranger standing there in the corner, she knew that she was in trouble.

She tried not to look at him directly as she sidled up in front of him, feeling a bit cramped. It was a very busy night, considering it was Friday. The packed train car shook as more people loaded in, cramming them even further, packing people in tighter.

Megumi could feel him behind her. They were getting closer, and closer. It was like a situation in those hentai doujinshi that Aki-kun would reference for their project. Something about that excited Megumi even further.

Then, a bump on the rail happened, and Megumi stumbled backwards, crashing right into the stranger's body. With that, the makeshift and very impulsive "plan" sprung into action.

The stranger had apologized, his Japanese accented, but his face…the arms he caught her in…Megumi felt herself feeling a heat that she'd never felt before, not this hot. Those images flashed through her mind. Those sensations she felt the night before, thinking about him, flashed in ghostly tendrils between her legs. She wondered if he recognized her…

From there, Megumi kept giving little looks over her shoulder, feeling the man loom behind her. He had said he'd catch her again, and she hoped the next stretch was bumpier.

It was. But even if it wasn't, Megumi would have feigned to trip into him, if only to feel those arms around her again. So was this it? The feeling of being one of those main heroines that she had been struggling so much to sympathize with? She supposed this strange situation would make Aki-kun proud of her then, the field research for their game exploring their latest development in such intimate detail.

But when she bumped into him again on a particularly-rough patch and felt something stiff poke at her bum, the reality of the situation settled in. She was in over her head. She felt the stranger scoot back a bit, obviously thinking it was a mistake, but then, without thinking, Megumi followed him, scooting back and pressing herself against him again. She felt her mouth go dry at what she was doing, at how hard that…thing down there was, throbbing through his trousers

Her curiosity and the heat that overpowered her usual decision-making process made her look up to the man, that smile of his, and take his hand. At the next stop, she pulled him off the train, and he followed without protest.

Minutes later, in her usual level voice, she asked,

"Mister, do you want to have sex?"

Megumi couldn't believe what she asked him, but the deed was done. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt her mind become numb, dull, focused purely on her rash decision to let this man off the train and lead him to a nearby love hotel.

This was all moving so fast, it was all so dangerous, and it didn't make any sense. And it made Megumi wet.

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