A few minutes later, Nagatoro found herself alone. She blinked herself back to consciousness. She lay on her back on the floor, limbs spread out, buck-naked asides from her earrings and her hairclips, the house's air conditioning finally making itself known to her as its cooling fingers traced the beads of sweat on her tan skin.

She winced.

The aches began to make themselves clear to her. She sat up a bit, wincing even more. Her eyes took in the sight of her body. Glowing red prints from hands clamped around her tan skin, bite marks on her chest, thick and sticky gobules of cum webbing between her inner thighs, streaking up her belly, pooling out of her cunt.

Nagatoro gulped, bringing a finger between her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye the glint of something placed on the floor next to her caught her attention. It was a glass of water. She smacked her lips, just realizing how parched she was.

She grabbed it and drank the entire glass in greedy gulps. When she lowered the glass to catch her breath her eyes widened at the sight of the stranger a feet away from her, sitting on the couch with his legs spread. He was naked.

And his hand was pumping his very erect shaft, its bulbous tip pointed right at her.

"Thought you were done for good," he said. "Would have been a shame. I usually don't like sticking my dick into unconscious girls."

Nagatoro started at that remark, her brow furrowing.

The stranger chuckled.

"Just kidding. Would be a waste to fuck you if I can't look at your face while you're awake."

Despite herself, Nagatoro flushed. She was about to say something, her mouth opening before the sting of her cheek smarted. She brought her hand up to touch it. She looked up at the stranger who only grinned back.

He throbbed at the sight of that. She was starting to learn her place.

"Come here. You still have a lot to learn, slut." the stranger's arm sprawled on the couch gave a lazy finger to beckon for her. "I still have a few hours until I give your whore sister a lecture at her college. Don't waste my time."

Nagatoro didn't move. Her mind raced. She glared at him.

This was her chance to leave. She could run from him, lock herself in her room. He wouldn't be able to catch her from where he sat.

Her eyes landed on his cock.

She swallowed.

All the options in her mind swirled and swirled as she kept staring.

Her legs moved. Yes, that's it. She needed to get up, and sprint to her room. No way this older guy could catch up with her, not with her active body. She could just…

…the stranger was still pumping, pumping, pumping. Without even thinking she shuffled a bit towards him. His cock was closer now, and she could see the way it twitched and pulsed for her, the way the pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Her mouth watered.

The stranger's chuckle broke her out of a trance she didn't know she was in.

"What are you waiting for? You just gonna keep kneeling like that to beg like a bitch in heat or are you going to listen to what I say and come here?" he said, making Nagatoro realize that she had sat up into a kneel. Startled, her fingers came together, nervous. The stranger's grin soured into a scowl. "Slut, I said come. Here."

The stranger took his arm off the couch and slapped his knee with it. The move made Nagatoro jump a bit. Her thighs, still sticky with his cum, shifted together. She was wet.

She looked up at the stranger's eyes, her own eyes almost pleading.

She had to make her choice now.

Once again she looked at his cock. She gulped before she found herself on her hands and knees, crawling towards him, leaking semen and leaving a little trail of shame behind her. Pride be damned, she made her choice.

Sorry, Senpai…I just…

"Y-Yes, sir." she said, breaths growing faster the closer she got to his crotch.

By the time she got between his legs, she flinched when his hand reached for her, only for the hand to pet her head as if she really was his bitch. Something about that made Nagatoro squirm, her loins aching for him.

"That's a good slut."

For some reason, as the stranger pulled his hand back and she was left face to face with his shaft pointed directly at her mouth, Nagatoro couldn't help but feel like the moniker suited her. She gave one last gulp before she leaned forward and stuck the tip of his meat past her lips, her tongue not even hesitating to flick at his crown.

The taste and the smell of him made her eyelids flutter.

The stranger only leaned back, giving her another pet, smiling when he felt her moan muffled by the prick stuffed between her cheeks.

She had a ways to go, but she was learning her place.