Hinata

On the surface, she seemed so helpful. Picking out the right bra size for you. Doing your hair, applying lip gloss on your pouty lips very meticulously. Painting your nails and touching your hands all over in the process. Taking a look at your moles in awkward places to make sure they’re not malignant.

This time, she chose to read some kind of manga with you. That should’ve been the first red flag because Shoko isn’t into that stuff at all.

Her freshly manicured nails glistened under the dim light as she turned the pages with a straight face, while the scene in the story grew increasingly heated. You rubbed your thighs together, taking in the panels of two girls kissing; their tongues and strings of saliva had gotten a lot of detail from the mangaka.

“We can skip this part,” you speak up as the temperature in the room rises with each new angle the characters are shown from. “It’s not important to the plot…”

Shoko’s lips curl into a smile you fail to read as mischievous. “I’m not bothered. I’m okay with gay girls.”

Oh, no, that’s not what you were implying at all! Now she might think that you are bothered, which is embarrassing, so not twentieth century.

“Ah, no, it’s cool, I’m okay too,” you wave around nervously and bite your lip before you say something weirder.

Little did you know, the manga was all part of an elaborate plan. Shoko wanted you wet and needy. Staring at pretty girls making out would get the job done. And it did. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs, dampening your panties so much, you wondered if the colouring would fade later.

Shoko pointed out various things in the manga. How she thought something was anatomically incorrect, how she liked the strokes portraying one of the girls’ boobs, with all the gravity, how she actually wanted to try that one particular toy herself.

Needless to say, it got you all hot and bothered, to the point where you didn’t dare move.

Then, Shoko brought up pelvic floor health in connection to the dirty images. It can prevent incontinence and prolapses, increase sensitivity and likelihood of an orgasm…

“You’re doing your exercises too, right?” she asks, as if it was obvious that you did.

“Uhm…” You trail off. The truth is, you haven’t thought about it, like, ever. “Not really.”

Perfect, everything according to plan.

Shoko scoots closer to you on the bed, the issue forgotten on one of the pillows. “It’s important, y’know. Have you ever done them before?”

You shake your head, feeling a little stupid for not taking care of your body. Incontinence sounds like a hassle. As a sorcerer, you have a certain obligation to keep yourself in top shape.

“No, not really.”

“I can help.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s practice right now.”

“What—“

Shoko positions herself directly in front of you, leaning closer and closer to push you back against the headboard. Even with the confusion and odd knot in your stomach, you allow yourself to be maneuvered into the bigger, puffier pillow. It’s just Shoko, it’s fine, right?

“There. I need to see, okay?” she asks, already tugging your shorts down. Her fingers hook into the waistband too easily. “To make sure you’re doing it right. It can be hard at first.”

Your fingers dig into the hard mattress under you, your knees closing automatically. The rise and fall of your chest deepens. Shoko only smiles above you and places her hands just under your knees.

“C’mon, open up…”

Slowly, your legs part, revealing your messy panties that have twisted to the side, exposing a small part of your folds. The little twitch of Shoko’s upper lip is the only sign that she’s getting affected, and you don’t even catch it. You’re too busy trying to stay calm.

Cold air hits your skin when Shoko pulls the underwear to the side next. An embarrassing string of arousal connects the fabric to your opening; it clings to both ends stubbornly.

“Okay,” Shoko nods, “try squeezing, here.” She places a finger to your entrance, not pushing in, just resting there to guide you. Her touch feels good, satisfying in a way.

You breathe in. At first, you struggle to find the muscles and you wonder if all the squeezing you’re doing is in the right place at all. Then, you can feel yourself close up around Shoko’s fingertip.

“Hah—“

“Good job, look at that pretty pussy work,” Shoko coos, and her words make you clench extra hard on accident. “Look at her breathe…”

Your heart is beating too fast now, sweat running down your temple. “I-it feels weird…”

“You’ll get used to it,” your friend reassures you. She parts your folds with her other hand. You’re exposed completely now, with nothing to hide. Your hole pulses nervously, legs yearning to close. “Let’s try this on command, yeah?”

“Okay,” you breathe out.

“Five seconds. Squeeze for five seconds. One… two… three… four… five… goood job, relax now.”

That felt oddly good but also challenging. There was an urge in you to hold your breath, your muscles tensing, which you had to fight against. You risk glancing at Shoko. Her gaze is fixed between your legs, usually bored eyes now shining with interest. That means you’re impressing her, hopefully.

“Ten seconds. One… two… three… four… five… six…”

“Ah—“

“Don’t give up, you’re tightening so nicely, seven… eight… nine…”

“Shoko—“

“Ten!”

Immediately, your walls relax, a thick droplet of your juices escaping your hole as it opens up so promptly. Shoko’s fingers are now shiny as they rest on your pussy, her pale skin a contrast to the darkening, reddish colour spreading from arousal.

“That was a long one, good job. Can you give me a few quick pulses?”

You squirm, the rhythmic squeezing combined with Shoko’s touch stimulating your nerves. Gathering all your pelvic strength, you clench as fast as you can.

“That’s hard,” you pant.

“Mh, I know, I know.”

Another pulse, stronger this time. You can’t help it, Shoko’s praise feels too good.

“Wow, look at that…”

“F-feels…hah—“

“It’s fine if you’re a little turned on. I think this might help.” In the next moment, you sense a gentle pressure on your clit, circling the most sensitive part carefully.

“Shoko—“ Her name starts as something harsh and high-pitched, but that o at the end turns into a pathetic whine. Your back arches when the first real wave of pleasure courses through your body.

“Oh, that made you really open up, huh,” the woman mutters with a hint of smugness lacing her voice. “Keep going, sweetheart, we’re doing this for your own good.”

It’s almost helpless how your hips shift. You want to turn your head into the pillows to hide.

“Shoko… something,” you gasp, “something might happen if you keep—aah—“

“It’s okay to cum, sweetheart, it’s a healthy response.” Her voice is far too syrupy and smooth for how satisfied Shoko is with the execution of her mission. She’s got your pussy drooling on her fingers, your occasional whimpers a sign that you’re enjoying yourself, despite how shy you’re being. The circles around your clit tighten. Shoko’s pink lip gloss has faded from how much she’s biting her own lip in concentration.

You manage another two quick pulses before you’re unable to hold back anymore. You moan—loudly—and clench so hard as you cum that the index finger at your entrance is sucked in. You’d see Shoko’s breath catch if you didn’t close your eyes. Mentally, she makes sure to remember this moment, the sight of your gorgeous cunt cumming for her.

“I’m sorry, I’m,” you can’t finish that. Another strong wave of your orgasm hits you. “F-fuck…”

“That’s okay, it happens.”

She’s so calm, even now, it’s unfair. Still in control.

“Breathe.”

For a moment, you feel dizzy. The world tilts when you open your eyes. Soft squelches fill the room. Shoko is pumping her finger slowly into you now, helping you ride out the last of your climax.

“Good girl, followed my instructions so well, mh, yes you did.”

In the haze of the post-orgasm glow, you can only nod, your legs now falling limp and accepting of anything done to them. You take soft, shallow breaths, watching Shoko through half-lidded eyes.

The composure hasn’t slipped. Her finger slides out of you and traces the rim of your entrance lazily. “You’ll do the exercises every day for me, yeah? Keep this pussy nice and healthy for me.”

“Yes, Shoko,” you reply.

“I’ll check you every week. Just like this. You’ll lay down for me and spread your legs, and we’ll track your progress.”

You gulp.

“Are you going to touch me too then?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Your health is very important to me.”