#plaindangan

Maki will actually suck you off so sneakily that you won’t even notice until you cum your brains out down her throat~

Akane could be sneaky, but she doesn’t care to try. She won’t even bother being discreet as she squats underneath your desk and loudly sucks you off~

Junko is pretty good at not being noticed, but no one can miss the way you will cry out and squirm in pleasure as she drains your soul out of you cawk~

Mahiru was starting to seriously get irritated. 

“Kokichi! Stop whatever you’re doing and let! Me! Out!” She pounded her fists against the wall trapping her, but all that accomplished was drowning out Kokichi’s giggles momentarily.

She didn’t know what he was doing, but whatever would make the mischievous boy giggle so much could only spell bad news for the redhead.

But sadly, after spending all her energy chasing him around, she could barely muster up the strength to try and kick out at him ineffectually, which did nothing but fuel even more giggling-

“EEP!” Mahiru squealed as Kokichi’s hand spanked one of her freckled cheek. They were both exposed thanks to her skirt getting bunched up in the hole, but that didn’t mean Kokichi could just-

“Okidoki! I’m all done, Mahiru!” Kokichi said, making Mahiru blink. What did he mean by that-

“Now, you work hard at apologizing to the male population of Hope’s Peak, alright?” He said with a second parting spank, before giggling as he fled the scene.

“K-Kokichi! Where are you going!? What do you mean!? You can’t just leave me here!” Mahiru protested, but no matter how loudly she called or how much she struggled, she was well and truly stuck!

Thankfully, someone soon walked by, prompting Mahiru to call out as she heard their footsteps. “Hey! Is someone there? Come help me!”

“Did you hear that?” She heard a boy say, quickly recognizing Makoto’s questioning tone, only for a scoff to answer it.

“Do I hear that high-pitched squealing? Of course I do, don’t be stupid.” Byakuya answered as they approached her, making her growl.

God. “Stop being such an ass, Togami and get me out of here!” She told her underclassman, making Makoto gasp as they reached her.

“Are you stuck Mahiru? Don’t worry- I’m sure the two of us can pull you out-” Makoto immediately began, only to be cut off.

“Wait Naegi. Look here.” Togami said, and Mahiru blinked as she heard his finger tapping at the wall above her. “I’m assuming you can read?”

Makoto clicked his tongue, before beginning to mumble under his breath, too low for Mahiru to hear him through the wall. “I- don’t think we should take this seriously…” He began, only for Togami to scoff at him again.

“I think we should. After all, it would be quite impolite of us not to go along with her instructions.” Byakuya said smugly, and Mahiru’s face paled.

“N-No! I don’t know what Kokichi wrote on the wall, but I didn’t write it! Just pull me out!”

“B-Byakuya, you’ve heard her-”

“No I haven’t. Her words are muffled by the wall-”

“YOU LYING SON OF A BIIINGH~” Mahiru’s insult was lost as Byakuya’s hand began groping her phat ass, spreading the freckled cheeks and revealing her privates.

“So I cannot hear her useless squealing. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking advantage of Koizumi’s sudden bout of guiltiness for being such an annoyance in our daily life. How about you?”

“W-Well…”

“If you promise to only waste your seed in her ass I’ll let you go first.”

Kurara's own family owns the biggest hotel that humanity has. It's a rather shockingly big one, and it's fancy. And of course, she loves bringing in her lovers for free. And it's always a highly depraved time.

When it's with a guy, of course, she brings them to the penthouse and fucks them for hours. It's so fun, milking them, and when her mask is gone, being pampered and railed like the good whore she is.

Does it help? Of course.

Does it matter? No.

“CUMMIIINGGSSSHHHHH!!!~” Darkness hissed, the air driven out of her lungs by the cock visibly reshaping her insides. 

Her armor had been torn to pieces and discarded to the floor around her, her latex body suit torn and stretched by the Nomu’s uncaring grip, letting her phat tits flop about as the Nomu used the Crusader as a cocksleeve, his massive hand easily encircling the blonde’s body and forcing her up and down his cock.

“You bruuuuuute~ You monstuhhhhh~ Ruining my pure bodeeeeeeeee!~”

Darkness was babbling incoherently in between her frequent orgasms, her hands scrambling fruitlessly across her body, then groping the Nomu’s cock through her bugling stomach, then grabbing at his thick fingers, then flopping uselessly at her sides as he used her like the maoschistic sex toy she truly was deep down.

In truth, the only thing Darkness’ stamina was doing was making her remain aware of the way the Nomu was uncaringly using her, masturbating with her body as if it was an onahole, not even responding to her words or movements.

No, the only feedback Darkness was getting from the Nomu was the throbbing of his cock, and-

The Nomu grunted, before cumming inside his newest toy, making Darkness squeal like a stuck pig as she came yet again in response, like the masochist she was. The Nomu’s cock bulge quickly vanished, replaced with the bloating of her womb as gallons of boiling hot, virile cum were pumped into her fertile body.

The Nomu’s sperm was so powerful, Darkness could feel the way it was impregnating her eggs to the last mercilessly, making her eyes roll back as she came again, before her previous orgasm was even over with. Or maybe it was just her dying neurons hallucinating the sensation as the pleasure fried them, leaving her to giggle stupidly to herself, her tongue hanging out of her smiling mouth stupidly.

The Nomu grunted again, before dropping Darkness to the ground unceremoniously, making her moan lewdly as her pussy was hollowed out rapidly. The Crusader was abandoned there, laying in a rapidly growing puddle of cum as the Nomu moved on to his next prey, already having forgotten about the blonde whose body was still reeling from the aftershocks of pleasure racking her body. 

In actuality, while Darkness’ stamina might’ve made things easier for her, she had definitely made things harder for everyone else. Because the Nomu that had just left now believed ordinary women to be much more resistant than they truly were because of her example, leading to it fucking them much more harshly than he should.

“Wh-What!? How can this be!?” Celestia cried, slamming her cards on the table.

“S-Sorry, Celestia, but, uh, better luck next time?” Mikan sheepishly said as her fingers interlaced over her revealed cards, only to flinch as Celestia glared at her angrily. “I- I’m sorry! I- I promise I won't tell anyone!”

Celestia scoffed derisively. “‘Tell anyone’? You won’t need to tell anything to anyone. It’ll be obvious to anyone who sees you that you won.” She said bitterly, and Mikan blinked, confused.

“E-Excuse me- EEP!” She squealed as a jolt of pleasure shot down her spine and into her ass. She moaned as she squirmed in her seat, feeling as if a thousand hands were groping her ass at once, molding the soft flesh. She stumble out of her seat as she bent over the table between the two girls, her fingers clawing at the surface as her ass grew under her uniform skirt, pushing it up and out, until it literally jutted out behind her, wobbling softly with each and every one of her panting breaths.

Wh-Whu?” She mumbled, trying to come back down from the high of her growth, only to blink as Celestia sighed, leaving her own seat. Mikan could easily see the way Celestia’s skirt now fell down so much straighter and longer, as if it suddenly had gained a foot or more of length.

“All that work, gone in an instant… Oh well, I’ll just have to build it back up. There are more than enough phat-assed bitches in this school for me to return to my previous size.” She said simply, her previous anger completely buried behind her poker face.

Or almost.

Mikan squealed as Celestia glared at her once more. “And once I do, I’ll come back for the rest of my winnings, so prepare yourself, Tsumiki. Enjoy my ass for now, and try not to grow to used to it~” Celestia said with a cold smile, before leaving the bottom-heavy nurse alone in the room.

Mikan shakily stood up herself, only to almost fall backward as her center of balance was completely fucked, and even as she managed to remain upright, the quick movements required to do so sent her ass clapping, making her face burn-up in shame.

“O-Oh no… N-Now everyone is going to make fun of meee!” She cried, only to freeze as the door leading out of the room reopened.

It was Hiyoko, recognizing Mikan’s high-pitched voice, but whatever she had been prepared to say was silenced by shock as she found herself face-to-ass with Mikan’s expanded derrière.

Before Hiyoko could regain her cool, Mikan’s ass moved with an instinct that wasn’t Mikan’s, slamming down on the petite blonde’s face and silencing her beneath its heft, and Mikan moaned as Hiyoko struggled beneath her ass, her small hands pawing at the phat mass.

“Of course! That is the whole point of this training camp, after all!” Nekomaru said bombastically and shamelessly. He was currently supervising the three girls who were desperately squatting in the middle of his gym. “These young girls are highly motivated to attain their goals, and as the Ultimate Team Manager, I aim to aid them in achieving those goals!” He declared, only to frown as he observed the girls.

“Hm. Sadly, while they do not lack drive, they do lack DISCIPLINE!” Nekomaru declared as he reached down to spank Toko’s ass harshly, making it *clap* lewdly under his strong hand. The girl squeaked as her legs knocked together, but Nekomaru’s other hand grabbed hold of her, stopping her from collapsing.

“You need to go down LOWER, Fukawa! It isn’t a proper squat if your ass doesn’t bounce on your heels, understood!?” He declared, pushing down on the girl until she reached the proper depth. The writer shivered under his stare, her ass throbbing with both pain and pleasure.

“Y-Yes, Nekomaru-sensei…” She answered submissively, holding the pose as best she could, her eyes riveted on Nekomaru’s eye-level crotch. She licked her lips as she watched it throb in his pants, making the coach laugh.

“Of course I do! There’s no better way to work on my quick-change cosplay than to do so mid-sex, not to mention while working around my partner!” Tsumugi explains eagerly, her eyes glinting behind her glasses.

“There’s nothing more fun than to completely switch character in the blink of an eye, the second my partner, or partners, look away! It’s both a physical challenge, in that I need to change incredibly rapidly, but also an acting one, where I need to slip into the role in a fraction of a second!” Tsumugi exclaims excitedly. This is clearly something she has a lot of experience with.

“Oh, of course! It’s not unusual for people to commission specific cosplay they want me to wear while we fuck, sometimes multiple cosplays at once!” Tsumugi admits easily, tapping her cheek as she reminisces. “Of course, in those cases, they have to pay for the raw materials as well as the sex.”

“And I don’t just do that sort of work during sex either- I also used to do that kind of stuff at my bartending job- slip under the counter for a second, and come out as an entirely new character to the pleasure of the patrons. Sadly, I often had to wear skimpy cosplays to really get those tips, but…” Tsumugi sighs, looking dejected. “Some sacrifices had to be made in those hard times.” She shakes her head, as if shaking off the memories. “Thankfully, those are a thing of the past! Now, I can easily afford full, perfect cosplays while having sex, without having to worry about trading character fidelity for sex appeal!” She says proudly.

“Well, that’s a simple enough question, isn’t it? Only one of us has the curvy body of a MILF after all~” Chisa said, putting a hand on her waist and waving the other over herself, showing off her wide hips, large breasts, and thicc thighs.

Kirumi scoffed. “Please. Only an amateur thinks that the body is the most important attribute of a MILF. Attitude is much more important, and you simply cannot compare with the quality of my work and devotion.”

Chisa shook her head condescendingly. “You’re younger than your clients- you think that you can be an effective MILF at your age? I offer them the experience of a mature woman, at least.”

“The illusion of one, maybe. After all, despite your age, you still aren’t a MILF.” Kitumi said, before smirking softly. “In fact, there you have it. You aren’t a mother- therefore, you aren’t a MILF.”

Chisa frowned angrily, before taking a step toward Kirumi, pressing her chest against the maid’s slighter one. “Oh really? Well, I’m sorry I missed your baby shower, Kirumi. Or are you accusing me of a fault you are also guilty of?” Chisa said, making Kirumi’s eye twitch in irritation.

The maid took a step closer toward Chisa, pancaking their tits together, their noses nearly touching as they glared at one another.

“I could be pregnant if I wanted to- many people approached me with that request in the past, but lacked the funds I would charge for the job.”

Chisa scoffed derisively. “Every boy in my class unloads buckets thinking of me- I’d just have to approach them and they’d beg me for the privilege.”

The two glared at one another for a moment longer, before spinning on their heel and dashing away, their competition suddenly having gained a definite win condition.