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Animation Scene Number 001
Hitagi Senjougahara was feeling nostalgic.
Hitagi Senjougahara felt the ever-increasing urge to cut off her hand with a buzzsaw.
So, she decided to focus on nostalgia.
It had been a long time since she had shoved a stapler into someone’s mouth.
Arm holding steady, the magazine of the stapler ready to sink its teeth into the flesh of someone’s cheek, Senjougahara finds comfort in the memory of her first proper interaction with Araragi-kun…
A pang of guilt resonates within her chest.
Reminiscing about good times with her boyfriend is the last thing she should be doing.
“How does it feel?” she asked, her voice dripping with venom. She was unsure if the malice was directed at the man she was hired by or towards herself.
“I hope it feels as terrible for you as it does for me,” Senjougahara said, “The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m trapped. Locked up. The key thrown away. In fact, I’m blinded by how disgusting this is.”
The irony wasn’t lost on the man Senjougahara was jerking off; handcuffs clamped around his wrists, shackles chaining his legs to a post, duct tape covering his eyes, all he could do was sit there and get his money’s worth.
He had paid Senjougahara for sex. It was a hefty fee, but it was worth it for a pretty high school girl like her. He wished she told him about the catch to their transaction, though…
“It would feel a lot better if I wasn’t chained up,” he grumbled, “I paid for a blowjob, not for this BDSM shit.”
“You should have read the fine print,” Senjougahara countered, fingers daintily wrapped around the pervert’s SHAFT, slowly stroking him off and giving him the most disinterested handjob of his life.
“What fine print?” he asked, “There wasn’t a contract or anything!”
“The ‘fine print’ beneath my speech,” Senjougahara countered, resisting the urge to dig her nails into the man’s cock every time it twitched from her touch, “The intention behind the words I say. The oral undertones. See if you can ‘read’ the ‘fine print’ of this: I hate you.”
Hitagi meant it. She hated this man. But she hated herself even more. Constantly reminding herself that she was doing this out of love for Araragi-kun, Senjougahara had to grit her teeth and bear the self-loathing that poisoned her mind. Cutting off her own hand with a buzzsaw was far too lenient a punishment for jerking off a man who wasn’t her boyfriend. She would have to purify it with fire. Bleach her fingerprints off. Anything to erase the memory of the lows she had succumbed to…
Senjougahara was short on cash when she needed them the most. Senjougahara and Araragi’s anniversary was quickly approaching…and she was broke. Not a single penny to her name, Hitagi needed to earn income as fast as possible. A girlfriend who didn’t give her boyfriend a present for their anniversary didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her beloved. With her father away on a business trip, Senjougahara couldn’t demand he give her a job at his place of business.
Hitagi had no other choice.
To raise the money to purchase Araragi an anniversary present and prove once again that she was the best (and only) girlfriend that Koyomi would ever have, Senjougahara needed to do this…
Hitagi Senjougahara became a prostitute. A streetwalker. A suspiciously crabby Bakeneko Yujo.
It was revolting. Horrific. No amount of Senjougahara’s insults and verbal abuses were sufficient to convey how terrible of a person she was for jerking off a complete stranger behind her boyfriend’s back…But people made sacrifices for those they loved.
Araragi was her everything. Hitagi’s cute prince who came rushing to rescue her whenever she was in trouble…But despite needing saving now more than ever, Senjougahara prayed that Araragi would be too distracted by groping little girls to find his loyal girlfriend defiling herself.
“I told a lie,” Senjougahara tells her first customer, “There was no ‘fine print’ to what I just said. I actually hate you.”
“I figured that out,” the man grunted. At least the crazy high school whore who tied him up had soft hands.
“Before I condemn my mouth to several months of severe soap scrubbing,” Senjougahara said, “Let me ask you a philosophical question. If a tree falls in the woods, but no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
“Uuuh…”
“The answer is no,” Hitagi cuts off her customer before he could answer, “Actually, that’s not entirely accurate…The answer is yes, but I want it to be no. Let me phrase it like this: If a perverted scumbag never sees the beautiful high school girl giving him a blowjob, did she ever actually give him a blowjob? If a failure of an adult can’t escape his chains to tell the world the story of how a drop-dead gorgeous and faithful woman sucked him off, did it even happen? The answer is no. Or, rather, I want it to be no. In fact, I need it to be no. Do you understand?”
Before he can answer, the confused man feels Senjougahara’s lips wrap around the tip of his cock. His body flinches from the sudden stimulation, a groan escaping from his lips as the purple-haired prostitute takes his length into her mouth. Senjougahara’s tongue wriggles against his SHAFT as she sucks him off. With a nice, wet hole to put his cock in, he almost forgets about the stapler threatening to clamp down on the inside of his cheek.
“Fucking finally,” he groans. He would have loved to rest his hands on Senjougahara’s head to encourage her further downwards, but the handcuffs denied him this luxury. The only thing he could do was sit back and relax, to let this crazy chick wrap her lips around his dick and suck him off until he finished all over her pretty face. The lonely streets of his commute so rarely had girls as stunning as the snappy, smart-mouthed student from Naoetsu Private High School…Except for the smarty pants girl with the biggest tits he’d ever seen…And the energetic girl with a great ass who was always running by. In fact, now that he thought about it, the entire population seemed to be comprised of cute girls…But none of them ever offered to get onto their knees and give him head for cash. None of them ever threatened to staple his cheek, either.
This girl was clearly special.
Though, for a prostitute, the sardonic schoolgirl seemed to be having a lot of difficulty sucking him off…
Despite not even getting half of the older man’s length past her lips, Senjougahara struggles to give him a proper blowjob. Hitagi had to stretch her mouth wider than she was used to; this pervert’s dick was far bigger than her boyfriend’s penis. When the older guy dropped his pants, Senjougahara couldn’t help but notice the distinct size difference, but with knots to tie and duct tape to apply, she had quickly forgotten about it.
Now, it was difficult to ignore.
Senjougahara rarely gave Araragi-kun a blowjob. She was usually too busy sitting on his face to worry about giving him head, and even when she did, it was over before it started. Besides, she didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of a boy’s semen anyway, and Hitagi needed Koyomi to keep his stamina for when they made proper love. Not that he lasted that long when he penetrated her womanhood, anyway…Senjougahara assumed Araragi-kun was so hopelessly smitten by her radiance that being inside her made him finish almost immediately. She also thought her lack of difficulty in taking his entire manhood into her mouth was due to destiny; Araragi-kun’s penis must have been the perfect size to fit so effortlessly…
When they had first made love, Senjougahara sarcastically remarked she couldn’t even see her boyfriend’s dick due to how small it was, as well as mocking him by calling him a quick shot. Those were jokes. While they seemed mean, the ‘fine print’ detailed the love and endearment behind them. But now that Senjougahara was faced with a cock twice as long and twice as girthy as Araragi-kun’s, she realized that her teasing was far more accurate than she realized…
Not that it mattered.
When Araragi-kun made love to her, it was real. It was perfect. There was romance behind every one of Koyomi’s thrusts, no matter how few there were. On her knees, sucking off a stranger’s admittedly far bigger cock, Senjougahara felt nothing. Nothing but the urge to smash her teeth with a hammer and swallow a gallon of acid to cleanse away the germs that invaded her mouth. But no matter how disgusted she was, Hitagi needed the money. So she kept sucking. Kept straining her lips to open further apart, nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose, the scent of another man’s musk assaulting her.
Taste buds screaming out in agony, the back of her throat aching as a meaty prick rubs against it, Senjougahara gags, unable to stop the lines of drool leaking past her bottom lip. Bubbles of spittle foam around her mouth. Hitagi’s chest tightens as she forces her face forward, trying her best to get off her first customer as quickly as possible. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her trigger finger trembling as she keeps the stapler lodged in the older man’s mouth, Senjougahara forces herself to go deeper. Bobbing her head back and forth, she barely gets halfway down the pervert’s SHAFT. Hitagi can feel her throat spasm. The back of her mouth aches. Senjougahara cringes with every throb and twitch of the prick sliding past her lips, the taste of pre-cum making her want to vomit…
Or maybe she had to vomit due to the fat cock making her choke.
Pulling back in desperation, sucking in as much air as she can, Senjougahara coughs and sputters, lines of saliva still connecting her lips to the man’s length.
She barely got halfway down the old pervert’s length before she had to retreat. Her chest is stained with drool, making Senjougahara look like a sloppy mess. The stranger’s dick was far too overwhelming for her to handle. Being a prostitute was apparently a lot more difficult than she assumed it would be. Perhaps an oddity possessed this man and morphed his cock into a thick, veiny monster of a manhood capable of making any woman gag. The idea was absurd, but it would explain a lot. Making love with Araragi-kun was surely deemed sacred by a higher power because giving him head would never feel like this.
“Too much for you to handle?” Sounding far too smug for someone about to have a stapler dig into his flesh, the man leers down at Hitagi, eager for more.
“You’re a lot bigger than my…Usual clients.”
Senjougahara catches herself before saying, ‘Boyfriend.’
“You taste terrible,” she adds, “It’s impossible for a girl like me to not want to throw up after experiencing something as disgusting as your grotesque penis. You should be ashamed of yourself for violating an innocent schoolgirl’s throat like that. You’re a monster.”
His cock relentlessly twitched from lack of a sheathe. The man said, “You came up to me, girl. This was your idea!”
Senjougahara frowns. She wiggles the stapler shoved into the guy’s mouth, “Clearly, you’re such a massive pervert that simply being in your vicinity corrupted my mind. The only way I’d ever get on my knees for such a brutish individual like you is due to some sort of mental altercation. In fact, the only reason I haven’t chomped your cock off is due to your hypnotic capabilities. Truly, you are an animal. Only an ungodly beast would have a length this freakishly long. I almost feel sorry for you.”
Unhinging her mouth once again, Senjougahara stuffs her face full of dick again. It’s the only way to keep her customer quiet from retorting (either than stapling his mouth shut). Determined to make this hung stranger cum so she can collect her money and abandon him, Hitagi forces her mouth down deeper, aiming to take him to the base. Doing her best to stop her teeth from grazing against his SHAFT, Senjougahara pummels her own throat, facefucking herself as harshly as she can. Despite making love with Araragi-kun many times before, she never deepthroated him. It would be impossible to deepthroat him. His penis was an inadequate length to even get close to stuffing the back of her mouth…
A pang of guilt stabs her through the heart.
Senjougahara doesn’t intend to keep comparing Araragi-kun’s length to this fat-cocked stranger whom she has no affection for. Undoubtedly the most pissed-off prostitute in town, Hitagi has to restrain herself from jabbing pens into her eyes and jamming scissors into her tender heart. Tongue slurping the man’s tip, her lipstick smearing all over his SHAFT, Senjougahara digs her nails into her leg as a form of self-flagellation. Blue eyes flaring with anger, heart beating with guilt, Hitagi aggressively chokes herself with cock, the back of her throat begging for a moment of relief, lungs shriveling from lack of air. No amount of chemicals or amputations could erase the memory of feeling a perverted older man’s prick fill her mouth to the brim, making her cheeks puff out from the sheer size of his dick. There wasn’t a punishment suitable enough for a faithful and dutiful girlfriend legitimately comparing the boy of her dreams to another man…
Similarly, it was even more justifiable for a seemingly loyal girlfriend to be sent to the most heinous circle of hell for cheating on her boyfriend…
Thankfully, Senjougahara wasn’t cheating.
Sucking off strangers for cash didn’t count. She was doing this for Araragi-kun’s sake, to see the joy in his eyes as he unwrapped the best present in the world. If anything, Araragi-kun should thank Senjougahara for going through such a strenuous ordeal. Deepthroating a cock wasn’t easy. Having to look up at a perverted man as she slurps and licks all over his hefty prick while fondling his heavy ball sac was torture.
Wait…
When did she start massaging the man’s balls? Hitagi didn’t even realize she had begun to caress his nuts, providing an extra layer of satisfaction that he had never asked for, and she didn’t have to perform. Her hand was also covered in saliva…she must have been stroking the stranger’s SHAFT while blowing him for her palm and fingers to get so sticky with spit. Thinking about her boyfriend must have encouraged her to go the extra mile. Of course. Her love of Araragi-kun was bottomless. How powerful her affection for Araragi-kun must have been for her to not even realize she started to fondle her client’s balls.
Not that caressing this perverted man’s balls felt similar to doing the same for her boyfriend; Araragi’s nutsack couldn’t be any more different from this creep’s…they were a lot smaller, after all.
“GLURK, GLUK, GLARK!”
Gargling on cock, Senjougahara can feel the older man’s prick start to twitch, threatening to blow its load directly down her windpipe. Thinking about swallowing another person’s cum makes Senjougahara squirm. No wonder her thighs were rubbing together so much; she was just uncomfortable. Appalled. The aching sensation betwixt her legs must have been the feeling of repulsion. Her twat growing slick was just her body rejecting the idea of fresh, gooey cum pumping down her throat. It was obvious. How could Senjougahara ever feel lust for a perverted stranger just because his cock was far larger than her boyfriend’s?
Who knew the female body could express itself in such a way?
“Fuck!” the older man grunted, “Cumming!”
Senjougahara doesn’t even hear him.
She’s too busy clogging her windpipe with his dick, finally taking him down to the base, her nose rubbing into his groin.
Hitagi gulps down the man’s jizz.
Sticky lines of white leak from her lips.
Swallowing buckets of cum, Senjougahara shivers from the hearty throatpie shooting directly into her stomach.
It isn’t long before she has to pull back, the erupting dick left slimy and stained with Senjougahara’s saliva and lipstick, a few stray shots of semen splattering her chest and chin. Bending over to hack, cough, and retch, chills spread across Hitagi’s body, stapler falling from her grasp onto the floor.
Her cunt begs for stimulation like it never has before.
Senjougahara denies it the pleasure. Senjougahara denies everything.
Stumbling back onto her feet, Hitagi tries to regain her sense of calm. This wasn’t an act of passion or relief. Senjougahara didn’t do this to receive a sense of satisfaction. She didn’t get onto her knees and give a hung stranger a blowjob for the rush. She did this out of love for her significant other. She did this to obtain the required funds to continue being the best girlfriend ever. Even if the older man’s cum flowed down into her stomach as naturally as water, although the spot between her thighs grew slick, Senjougahara insisted that this was an act of self-sacrifice. She would continue to suffer the rest of the day until she reached her goal.
Ripping off the duct tape that covered the man’s eyes, Senjougahara took brief solace in the sound of his suffering. After she looked through his wallet, leaving him to figure out where she hid the key to his cuffs, her pockets would be fuller than before. But it’s not full enough.
Senjougahara needed more…
Money. She needed more money. That was all she needed. Not anything else. At all.
After all, she would never cheat on Araragi Koyomi. This was all for him.
Animation Scene Number 002
“I can’t believe you’re cheating on Koyomi!”
Bent at a ninety-degree angle, Senjougahara scowls at the two boys using her body.
From behind, one of them takes her ass. The second slides his cock between her breasts.
Both of them go to Naoetsu Private High School. Hitagi wasn’t aware of their existence until she strutted up to them and demanded they pay her for sex. They knew who she was. They even knew she was dating Araragi-kun. This was dangerous. She couldn’t even back out and tell them she was joking; both of the boys had noticed the spit and cum staining her school uniform. In agreement not to tell Araragi-kun, Senjougahara promised not to threaten them with any school supplies.
Apparently, that wasn’t enough to ensure their silence. To guarantee their lips remained zipped, Hitagi had to sacrifice her anal virginity.
“I’m not cheating on Araragi-kun,” Senjougahara corrected them, her speech cool and aloof as ever despite the lubed-up cock plowing her backdoor, “If I ever cheated on Araragi-kun, I would impale myself with spikes, slit my wrists, and hurl myself into the sea to deny my family and friends a proper burial. Do you see any spikes anywhere? Are my wrists bleeding? Do you see any sign of underwater life? No? Then I’m not cheating on Araragi-kun.”
Only rotten girlfriends would betray their boyfriends and cheat on them.
And Senjougahara definitely wasn’t doing that.
“Wait,” the guy giving himself a titjob with her breasts asks, “If you don’t think you’re cheating, then why don’t you want us to tell Koyomi about this?”
Senjougahara scoffs. Idiots.
“This is proof that both of you are virgins who have never talked to a woman,” she said, her chin repeatedly poked by the cock fucking her tits, “When a girl goes out of her way to buy something for a boy, she wants it to remain a surprise. If Araragi-kun learned I had sacrificed my anal virginity for your money, he would be aghast…What good boyfriend would want to ruin the surprise his girlfriend worked so hard to get him? Did you boys use a monkey’s paw to ask for larger cocks? Because your wish seemed to come true at the expense of your brain cells.”
Too embarrassed by Senjougahara roasting them, neither of the boys realized she had just unintentionally complimented them for having big dicks. Or perhaps their dicks were just average. They seemed to be about the same size as Senjougahara’s first customer. Maybe all of these men weren’t monstrously hung like she had initially thought… Perhaps it was Araragi-kun who was irregularly sized down south…No matter. It was just another reason he was special.
“Supposedly, we find small items and creatures cute for psychological reasons,” Senjougahara explains, bringing up how it was natural for humans to feel attraction to tiny things right after thinking about her boyfriend’s penis a complete and total coincidence, “Our brain releases dopamine when we see small objects to incentivize us to nurture and take care of them. No wonder I have zero affection for either of your lengths. How could any girl feel satisfaction from such titanic cocks as yours? My butt can barely handle my fingers. How do you expect me to survive anal sex with you? This is cruel and unusual punishment. I’m being disciplined for being a moral and thoughtful girlfriend. What has this world come to?”
Despite her constant complaints and never-ending tangents, Senjougahara doesn’t slow her pace or stop pushing her behind back to meet her classmate’s eager thrusts. Grabbing ahold of her breasts, she squishes them together, giving the cock grinding between her chest an even snugger fit. If anyone were to stumble into the secluded alleyway where their threesome was taking place, they’d assume that Senjougahara was enjoying this instead of wishing she were bathing in the flames of hell.
The dick up her backdoor didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. It slides effortlessly into her now loosened-up asshole, her butt cheeks clapping as the boy’s hips bump against her bottom. His hands greedily grope her rear and caress her hips, her classmate helping himself to the soft and supple serving of tsundere cake that was Senjougahara’s ass. Meanwhile, her breasts are manhandled just as ravenously. Rubbing her stiff nipples with his thumbs, the guy sliding his cock between her tits cheekily pulls at her school uniform’s tie. Neither of them is shy, letting their groans echo in the abandoned alleyway, unafraid of being caught or found by the police.
Even if they did get arrested for public indecency, Hitagi knew she’d be fine. They were practically best friends after she visited the station so many times to pick up Araragi-kun for inappropriate misconduct around minors.
“MMPH!”
Senjougahara almost bites her tongue off. She doesn’t want these complete morons to hear her moan.
She doesn’t want to hear herself moan.
Withholding every little gasp that threatens to escape past her lips was more difficult than cheating on Araragi-kun.
Well, that was obvious, considering she wasn’t cheating on Araragi-kun…
Anything would be more challenging than NOT doing something. Which is what she is doing right now. Nothing. Nothing of consequence. Just making some money. By getting spitroasted by two guys she didn’t even like, who also, by pure coincidence, had bigger and better cocks than her boyfriend’s. No big deal. It was always darkest before dawn. But the ‘darkness’ part of that metaphor wasn’t supposed to feel so…enrapturing. Her ass gets pounded raw, her boobs fondled and fucked, the sounds of sex as intoxicating as alcohol, Senjougahara can practically sense her sanity slipping away with every thrust.
How heavy must her purse get until she can stop? Denying Araragi-kun his right to claim her anal virginity should have been worth a fortune, but she let two random guys from their high school snatch it away from him for a measly price. A bargain. Unsure of when her night of street walking will end, all Senjougahara can do is not give in to temptation…Not that there were any temptations to give in to.
SMACK
“Ah! Mmm!”
After a forceful thrust into her asshole, the boy fucking Hitagi from behind slaps her ass. He’s not holding back. With every roll of his hips, Senjougahara’s classmate slams his cock deeper into her backdoor, his grip on her hips tightening, her faux indifference getting buttfucked out of her.
“For being such a cold girl,” one of the boys said, “Your moans are really cute.”
A steadfast wall of cool intimidation and scathing oral abuse, Senjougahara never let anyone into the soft and intimate interior inside her shell.
The only person she ever revealed her heart to was Araragi-kun. It had taken her rescue from an oddity, a night under the stars, and countless hardships endured together for Hitagi to open up, be vulnerable, and open her legs.
Now, Senjougahara is moaning in guilty, fervorous desire.
Unable to stop the flood of whines slipping past her lips, Senjougahara could feel her nails digging into her palms, her teeth gritting together in a feeble attempt at resisting the remorseful radiance that rams into her with every thrust. Senjougahara’s exterior is stripped away like a quickly unwinding thread, revealing the desperate and unprotected being beneath. With every pound of a big cock up her ass, she feels her pussy ache for attention. Even the cock pumping between her breasts is seducing her, convincing her heart to split in half, to betray her loyalties to give in to instinct.
The threat of eternal self-damnation looming over her, Senjougahara’s knees wobble as shivers harass her body. Despite being an adept wordsmith and lover of linguistics, no words can describe the sheer contradiction of emotions she’s experiencing. Anal sex felt good. Anal sex with a random classmate she barely knew felt even better. Going against the most sanctimonious vows a couple can take while getting a sizeable cock plowed into one of her holes felt as stupefying as it was confounding, as if the constant pounding was fucking her sense of commitment as well as her ass. Though reserved at first, Senjougahara’s moans are starting to morph...They become needy. Desperate. Thirsty for more, as though the constant groping, smacking, and plowing of her curves was providing relief from years of dehydration.
While her mind and heart swore off any self-imposed accusation of traitorous intent, the rest of Senjougahara’s betrays her.
Vocal chords resonating in lustful frequencies, slick twat leaking love down her thighs, it was obvious that Senjougahara couldn’t withhold the desire to be disloyal. Letting out a weary sigh of frustration, there’s nothing Hitagi can do to cleanse herself of the internal demons ripping away at her insides…Except to drown them out…To wash the taste of betrayal out of her mouth with the only pallet cleanser available…
Senjougahara’s tongue begins to swirl and lick at the cock head barging between her boobs, letting her worries and mental anguish get lost in the salty sweetness of pre-cum. At least there’s no way the boys will hear her moan anymore…You can’t whimper in sexual relief with a cock in your mouth…Throwing her butt back and shimmying her hips, Senjougahara wordlessly begs for the boy making love to her ass to go deeper, to fuck away any reservations. Even with the ample amounts of lube applied to his length, Hitagi’s backdoor is tight and snug. Her classmate won’t have the energy to comment on how ‘cute’ she was with the tantalizing temptation to flood one of the best asses in school with his seed.
Pleasure as painful as the dagger digging into her heart, ecstasy as enthralling as the voices in the back of her mind were scathing.
Senjougahara was serious when she told Araragi-kun that if he ever cheated, she would murder him, the whore whom he had fornicated with, and then herself.
What act of punishment was suitable for her own treacherous actions? Was she really this weak-willed all along? Perhaps it was Senjougahara possessed by an entity…an oddity not unlike a succubus, making her delve deeper into the barb-ridden hole of desire until she hit rock bottom, breaking into pieces in the most orgasmic way imaginable.
Every moment spent with Araragi-kun flashes through her mind. Rescuing him from Kanbaru’s wrathful jealousy, riding on the back of his bike, making love with him…Everything and anything they’ve done together quickly slipped away; the size of the cocks fucking her ass and mouth made these intimate recollections seem small and insignificant…Not unlike the penis that dangled between her boyfriend’s legs or the tiny spurt of semen whenever he came into the measly condom encompassing his length.
Affection replaced with repulsion, Senjougahara embraces the rush of burning blood that flows through her veins, her cheeks now glowing red with shame, but even the brightness of a star can’t compare to the heat emanating from her desperate pussy…Deneb, Altair, and Vega…The stars in the sky once a memoir of the first night of intimacy they had spent together, is now a simple metaphor used to exemplify the carnality that wilts away at the blooming relationship she once had.
Plap, schlick, plap…
The racket of ravenous anal sex…
Glurck, Mmm, gluk…
The satisfying sounds of slurping on a cock far bigger than her boyfriend’s…
The only thing that can snap Hitagi out of her supernatural trance is a fat anal creampie…
Thick cock burying itself to the base in her backdoor, Senjougahara’s blue eyes go wide as she experiences her first-ever climax.
Cum makes a mess of her breasts.
Balls emptying into her ass, she has no choice but to howl out in rapturous approval.
Realization strikes. It hits harder than the smug slaps to her butt cheeks as both of her classmates shoot some parting shots onto her ass and tits. Senjougahara’s backdoor gaping, her lips and breasts now even stickier than before, an intense feeling of bliss crashes down onto her.
Araragi-kun had never made her orgasm. Nothing had. Not like this. And these boys didn’t even go anywhere near her cunt.
“How dare you,” Senjougahara mutters out, barely able to stand, her legs quivering from the sweet release of pent-up sexual frustration, “How dare you corrupt such a steadfastly loyal woman with your perverted manhoods. You never brought up the stigmatizing power of dicks far larger than Araragi-kun’s sinking into my holes before we made our arrangement…My father taught me business deals should be between trustworthy and honest parties. You two twisted boys, not to mention the ungodly power your disgustingly hung appendages have over a dedicated girlfriend, are clearly an example of lying by omission. In fact, I cannot legally or morally be condemned to have cheated on my limp-dicked boyfriend…this was obviously coercion. An innocent woman like me was powerless against you two.”
The boys look at each other.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” They both ask.
“It’s clear,” she said, flinching from the way her asshole winks, “There’s no way I’m at fault here. My name is Senjougahara, not Sinjougahara. It would be impossible for me to commit an act of lust. Or wrath. Or envy. No wonder everything I do is upstanding and fully justified…Likewise, my name isn’t Sevenjougahara. Therefore, I am now deemed innocent. Succubi like yourselves make me sick.”
No one was buying it.
Not even Senjougahara herself.
But at least she could buy Araragi-kun a fantastic anniversary present with all the money she made. Mayhaps she could pay for him to undergo a penis transplant because there was no way she could ever go back to Araragi-kun’s little worm ever again…But that wasn’t her fault. If Araragi-kun didn’t want her spreading her legs for strangers, he should have done his due diligence and come to her rescue, save her from the corrupting forces that compelled her to cheat.
No…this wasn’t cheating. If Senjougahara ever cheated, she would have to murder every man who tempted her, as well as herself. This wasn’t treachery to the sacred bond of girlfriend and boyfriend; this was Senjougahara teaching her beloved Araragi-kun a lesson.
Any justification to keep filling her purse as well as her holes…After making a quick pitstop back home to replace her tainted school uniform with some fresh clothes, she walks through the city streets once again…
Animation Scene Number 003
Bzz…Bzz…Bzz
Senjougahara answers her phone.
“Oh, is that Araragi-kun?” she asks, biting her bottom lip to withhold an eardrum-shattering shriek, “Sorry, but I can’t talk right now. Why? Because I found another man, obviously. In fact, I’m riding on his manhood right now.”
Araragi-kun scolds her for teasing him about something so luridly inappropriate.
But Senjougahara isn’t teasing.
The fattest cock she has ever seen sinks into her pussy, splitting apart her lower lips, every little inch penetrating past her folds making her spine arch and limbs jolt. A strong pair of hands wraps around her body, fondling her breasts and caressing her hips as she rides. The foreign man towers above her, her twelfth customer of the day, his body broad and his muscles defined. He doesn’t understand a word of Japanese, but the language barrier didn’t stop Senjougahara from flashing her pussy in his direction and dragging him to a love hotel. Before she let this foreign stranger stuff his fat prick into her tight teen pussy, she rubbed two of her fingers and her thumb together. The man smiled and pulled out a fat wad of cash.
Some things were universal. No translation needed.
“I’ve got my hands full right now, Araragi-kun,” Senjougahara continues, flipping through overseas bank notes, her phone cradled between her neck and shoulder, “My new lover has paid upfront. What type of woman would I be if I didn’t provide proper service to my customers. Either than a woman of the night, that is. Are you trying to turn me into a scammer, Araragi-kun?”
Senjougahara can hear her boyfriend go on a hamstrung rant about how she shouldn’t joke around about these things. Araragi-kun’s ramblings give her a perfect opportunity to moan, letting her shaking sighs of self-satisfaction cry out, shimmying her hips atop the foreigner’s cock as she leans back into his touch. Guiding her, bouncing Senjougahara on his lap, the man can’t get enough of Hitagi’s curves and is as mesmerized by her juicy ass and nice tits as she is with his dick.
Hickeys mark Senjougahara’s neck.
Her butt cheeks burn red from getting spanked.
Her pussy drenches the fat cock making her insides bulge.
And Araragi-kun got to listen to every second of it…Got to hear sounds he had never heard before, such as Senjougahara actually getting off from sex, as well as the slick noises of a cock making it more than a few inches past a girl’s entrance.
“AH!”
Senjougahara couldn’t keep quiet after discovering a man who could finally find her g-spot.
“Sorry,” Hitagi grunts, dropping the bounty of cash, the sudden stimulation of her clit making her tremble like a little girl, the foreigner reaching around from behind to rub at her bud as he stretches out her pussy to its limit.
“What was that noise?” Senjougahara repeats her boyfriend’s question, “It was me. Moaning. I’m aware you have zero experience with making women happy, so I will happily provide you with another example so you may attempt to replicate the results in the future.”
Holding the phone away from herself, Hitagi howls out in pure pleasure, vocal cords straining as she unforgivingly screams, “SO BIG!”
The walls of the love hotel surely shook. Senjougahara can almost hear Araragi-kun cringing from her breathtaking shout of admiration for another man’s cock. After hours of resisting the natural urge to swoon over the hung dcksi that pumped her holes full, Senjougahara can’t keep up her chilly, cool attire anymore. Desperate to scream to the heavens, to ramble and rave about how much fucking bigger this stranger’s cock is than her boyfriend’s, Hitagi can feel a weight lifted off her shoulder. Senjougahara, eager to un-sharpen her tongue to lavish each and every inch of foreigner cock with praise, her body repeatedly crashes into the man’s lap, her breasts bouncing and pussy split open. There’s no guilt. There’s no regret. There’s no doubt.
Senjougahara is enjoying this.
Plummeting down again and again, body thrashing in deranged unravelment, Senjougahara has never felt so fucking full. A cock thicker and longer than her arm penetrating into her teen twat, Senjougahara impaling herself onto the man’s length, pussy pumped to the brim. Hitagi never realized how empty she felt until a dick worth a damn delved deep into her body, devastating any chance she could feel satiated enough with a penis as small as her boyfriend’s. The difference was staggering, the revelation enlightening. What was a paperclip compared to a thick yardstick? How could the nub of a pencil eraser compete against the strength of a clamping stapler? Oral didn’t have to feel like she was sucking on her own thumb. Making love didn’t have to be over in under one hundred and twenty seconds. Love and intimacy were nothing compared to the girth of a random man’s SHAFT splitting apart her slit.
Araragi-kun rescued her from a life of weightless, mundane solitude.
Senjougahara’s goal to be the best girlfriend rescued her from a life of insignificant, boring intercourse.
Was this admitting defeat? Was Hitagi going to stop hiding behind her stubbornness and give up using denial as a cover for cheating? The razor blades that claw away at her heartstrings still cut and slice, but the blood rushing through her veins has nothing to do with remorse. No matter how much warm, red liquid her unfaithful heart spills, it’s nothing in comparison to the juices leaking from her pussy or the drool dripping from her lips. A thick cock fucks corruption directly into her susceptible body. A man whom she didn’t even know the name of grunting out in greedy galore, getting to stick his dick inside a beautiful Japanese schoolgirl, every horny foreigner’s dream. He had no clue Senjougahara was cheating. He didn’t have to know. From now on, it didn’t matter who Senjougahara slept with. As long they were packing something substantial under their pants, Hitagi would spread her thighs open for them.
In the past, intimacy and tenderness were all Senjougahara needed.
Now, within the span of a few hours, her only requirement was inches.
Araragi-kun snaps her out of her trance.
He’s asking her what the hell is going on. If she was in trouble.
A devilish smile creeps across Hitagi’s face.
Nothing made Senjougahara happier than seeing Araragi-kun get all riled up and flustered. It was charming. Cute.
Just because she was no longer interested in having sex with him didn’t change that.
Senjougahara is going to have her cake and eat it, too.
“My apologies, Araragi-kun,” she said, regaining her cool, calm, and collected tone, furiously massaging her clit as she grinds her hips against her foreign lover’s lap, “I’ve been coalescing with you so much that it seems I’ve been infected by your inert perverseness. I haven’t been able to stop pondering the gravitational pull of our mutual friend Hanekawa’s oppai. It’s no wonder I often find you locked in thought, contemplating her boobs in the palm of your hands. Look at what you’ve done to me, Araragi-kun. You’ve turned me into a pervert, just like you. Do you feel shame that you’ve spread your infection? Though, now that I’m diagnosed with Araragiosis, I can see why you would be so enamored with a bodily part so…big. Do you ever think about your actual girlfriend’s breasts, hmm?”
Araragi-kun explodes in a cartoonish tantrum. Not only has Senjougahara teased him for being a pervert, she’s accused him of ignoring her in favor of dreaming about Hanekawa’s chest.
It is impossible for Araragi to confidently deny either of these allegations.
Morphing her moans into mocking giggles, Senjougahara bites her bottom lip. Nothing in the whole wide world was more entertaining than a verbal back-and-forth with Araragi-kun.
“Just so you know,” Senjougahara adds, her hair frazzled and her cunt clamping down on the hung stranger’s cock, “I would never stoop to your level of bodily objectification. While I do often fantasize about your muscles coated in sweat, as well as your handsome face, none of that matters to me. You should know more than anyone, Araragi-kun. The only thing important to a discerning girl like me is size…the size of your heart.”
The faux compliment is laced with moans, Senjougahara ravishing herself in a wild and frantic display. Despite losing her virginity a long time ago, every time her body bucks and writhes and twists atop her newest lover’s lap, it’s as if her maidenhood is claimed for the first time, over and over again. Slamming herself as hard as she can, Senjougahara keeps up the pressure, the intensity. No matter how many times she crams every inch of the girthy cock into her thoroughly loosened hole, each downward drop is as breathtaking as the last. Mind-breaking orgasms and Earth-shattering climaxes threaten to encompass her body every passing second. With a length as big as this, it was a miracle Senjougahara didn’t cum the instance she felt penetration.
Araragi-kun speaks up. Senjougahara doesn’t even understand what he says, too captivated by the merciless pounding, the man’s cock so huge it prods and plows directly past her womb. He says something into her ear in English. Her boyfriend on one side, the big-dicked stranger she picked up off the street on the other, both of them craving her attention, like an angel and a devil battling atop her shoulders; though the angel preaches love, the devil’s pitchfork is far too big to beat.
“Have you ever cheated, Araragi-kun?”
Senjougahara’s bluntness is not to be underestimated. Listening to her boyfriend’s sudden bumbling to defend himself would have made her grin if she wasn’t already beaming from the exhilaration of riding reverse cowgirl on a stranger’s lap.
“No, I know you haven’t cheated on me,” Senjougahara responds, “If you did, we would both be deceased. No amount of residual vampire healing could save you from your girlfriend’s rage. Oh, and just for the record, I could never perform adultery either. I’m still a teenager, so it wouldn’t be possible.”
Senjougahara could do this all day.
“Araragi-kun,” Senjougahara said, the thrill of cheating while on the phone too riveting to stop. Hitagi had once told Araragi that she would have fallen for anyone who helped resolve her issues to disconnect from her past trauma. It wasn’t her fault that her knight in shining armor was inadequate in bed. No wonder Araragi-kun was so hopelessly smitten with little girls and his sisters…With a penis the size of his, he needed to compensate.
“Do you remember what you told me about your sister? The younger one?” Senjougahara continues, body rocking atop the foreign man’s lap, his groans becoming louder, her body giving in to further temptation, every tease and implication of cheating making Hitagi swoon, her cunt clamping down tighter, “I think you two may be biologically related, after all. The oddity that gave birth to her was a cuckoo, yes? I always thought that if you were an animal, you’d be a cuckoo. Why? Oh, it just seems very fitting to me. No particular reason. I just thought you’d enjoy being a cuck-OH!”
Before Senjougahara can finish “subtly” mocking her boyfriend, she’s picked up and thrown onto the love hotel’s heart-shaped bed. Her cell phone lands next to her. In the commotion, it gets put on speaker.
Senjougahara’s foreign customer growls something in English before thrusting his hips forward and burying his length down to the base, leering over her as he mating presses her teen twat.
Hitagi’s long legs go straight up into the air. As soon as her backwalls gets hit, she finally orgasms.
“AH FUCK! MMM!” Body thrashing madly under the weight of the muscular man, Senjougahara wails under the weight of the hardest, messiest climax of her life. Her legs wrap around her lover’s waist, wordlessly begging him to go deeper, to fuck her harder, to make her scream till her lungs went sore.
“Senjougahara!?” Araragi-kun shouts, his voice barely audible over his girlfriend’s screams of orgasmic bliss, “What’s happening? Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
I dropped something… I’m practicing my screams of terror the next time you enter my field of view… I’m having lesbian sex with Kanbaru…
Every lie, dismissive tease, and lewd distraction Senjougahara can think of runs through her mind, but none of them feel appropriate. Bed creaking and shaking, the sounds of sex emanating against the love hotel’s walls, there’s only one thing Senjougahara can say to encapsulate the gush of emotions racketing around in her mind. Sweat on her brow, hair disheveled, her juices staining the sheets, and a monstrous cock making her pussy gape open as it pummels against her womb, it’s time for Hitagi to embrace her kuudere side and be as blunt as possible…
The only thing worse than lying to Araragi-kun was lying to herself.
Ever since her mouth was flooded with cum, her money-making experiment wasn’t about buying her boyfriend an anniversary present. Whoring herself out to any man she could find, filling her purse with hard-earned cash, once Senjougahara had set her sights on the first meaty prick of the day, this was about self-discovery.
Hitagi Senjougahara wasn’t cheating for Araragi-kun’s sake, she wasn’t being seduced by some sort of penis-enhancing oddity, and she certainly wasn’t doing this to teach her boyfriend some half-hearted lesson.
Senjougahara had become a teen prostitute because it felt fucking incredible to revel in scandalous sex, to contradict her obsession and romance with Araragi-kun, the boy who had saved her life. No matter how hard her heart ached, it was nothing compared to the sensation of getting her pussy pummeled by cock or receiving a sloppy face fuck or getting her ass clapped by men with lengths that put her boyfriend’s to shame. If anything, her leftover reservations of guilt and shame made the sex even better; getting fucked in a dominating mating press only reassured her.
Making moans and whining wails she didn’t even know were possible, Senjougahara is so overcome by lust, so utterly enamored and addicted to the hung cock making her toes curl, that she can barely process her own thoughts anymore, simply giving into the primal urge inside her to give into the largest dick she can find.
When Senjougahara claimed she would kill herself if she ever cheated on Araragi-kun, she was dead serious. But perhaps she had already died. The old Hitagi Senjougahara that valued her relationship with Araragi-kun above all else didn’t exist…The Hitagi Senjougahara who was an adamant size queen was all that remained.
It was time that she let Araragi-kun know.
“Araragi-kun!” Senjougahara’s nails dig into the back of the man atop her, her legs locking him in place, their bodies emanating more sweaty, passionate heat than Koyomi could ever produce in their entire relationship, “I would apologize-MMM! But I’m not sorry! I’d never want you to suffer! If anyone were to tell you what I’m about to say, I’d staple their eyelids together! It’s best that I take responsibility as your girlfriend and let you know now!”
Between each syllable was a groan of relief, a frenzy of whines and sighs that expressed how unimaginably cathartic it felt to finally speak her true feelings.
“You should have seen this coming! Dating a tsundere can only lead to disaster…Like climbing a mountain during a tundra! In order to compensate, I’ll say this with as much fire as I possibly can! I’ll make this burn!”
Araragi’s little strand of hair atop his head must have been going crazy. He had never heard Senjougahara this unhinged, this manic, this possessed. She sounded unnatural, demonic. The static noise from her phone only added to the supernatural air of unholiness that Senjougahara emitted as she shouts to her boyfriend in erratic, hazy, overpowering sensuality that comes from cucking him.
“His cock is so much bigger than yours, Araragi-kun!” As soon as the words leave her lips, Senjougahara knows there’s no coming back, “I’ve been selling my body! I’ve made enough money for us to elope, Araragi-kun! But even if we ran away together and traveled the world, I’d never find a man with as small a penis as yours! This man’s, this stranger who’s mating pressing me so hard, he has a cock a hundred times larger than yours! A million! A googolplex! No number is large enough to describe the difference between his manhood and yours! It feels so enrapturing, Araragi-kun! I never knew sex could feel this way!”
Shaken to the core, fucked so hard that she can feel every muscle tear, bone break, and cell erupt, Hitagi lets herself go. Goosebumps spread across her skin, her blood boils, her heart ruptures. Senjougahara could feel her very soul shatter into a billion pieces, each demanding more. Bigger cocks. More sex. Excess money. Greed swelled within her breast, every heartbeat pounding in sync with the fat prick getting ready to flood her womb, every throb and twitch sending shockwaves that accelerated her BPM.
Pride punctures her with as much fierceness as her foreign lover rocks her backwalls, smug and vain for finally confessing, for growing as a person. The embodiment of lust, gorging herself on Araragi-kun’s misery in gluttonous schadenfreude, Senjougahara cries her catharsis directly into her phone’s speaker, letting her boyfriend feel the wrath of a size queen. Jealousy bubbles underneath the surface, but she doesn’t care about any girl seducing Araragi-kun away. Hitagi was envious of other women who surely had partners with even bigger lengths than her own man while she was stuck with Koyomi for long…
But now was not the time to be lazy and recollect.
“Don’t worry, Araragi-kun!” Senjougahara pants, tongue hanging out of her mouth, breasts manhandled and pussy passionately pummeled, “I’m not under the influence of an oddity. Even if I was, I wouldn’t need saving. I couldn’t be saved. No amount of swords or rituals can bring me back from my addiction! You shouldn’t be allowed to wield that oddity-slaying sword! If you wanted to proportionally represent your limp dicklet, Shinobu should make you wield a pen!”
Tongue sharp as a razor despite the blunt force of a massive foreign cock making her loosened cunt gape, Senjougahara finds comfort in teasing, her endearing mocking morphing into sinful jeering. No sarcasm, just smug, devilish disdain for the worm that was her boyfriend’s length. Every insult made her pussy tighten, made her body jolt and swoon as much as anticipating the thick creampie about to pump directly into her womb. Mind broken, body thrashing and kept in place beneath the body of a muscular foreigner who doesn’t have a clue what she’s saying, Hitagi has nothing to do but wail.
“You better not go running to one of your harem girls!” Senjougahara scolds, chest heaving and hips mindlessly thrusting upwards. She couldn’t help but indulge herself. “You’re still mine, Araragi-kun! If you dare try to woo over one of your lolis or sisters or friends, I’ll have them cuck you, too! Hanekawa’s fat oppai was made for big dicks! Not for you! Your maturing sisters deserve boyfriends who can actually satisfy them! Not their creepy siscon brother and his disappointing length! There’s no justice in the Fire Sisters settling for you! Not even your horde of loli buddies would be impressed by your cock! How ironic! You’re obsessed with small girls’ bodies, but these small girls would laugh at your size. Every time you touch yourself, Shinobu must be revolted! Fuck! This cock is big, Araragi-kun! Thank goodness I carry a million rulers up my skirt because if a man isn’t at least eight inches, I don’t even want to look at them! That includes you, Araragi-kun! Even if you actually had the alluring seduction of a vampire, no sane girl would ever want to see that twitchy, quick-shot, sensitive little penis! I bet you’ve already blown your pathetic load just by listening to your beautiful girlfriend make love with another man! AAH!”
Senjougahara orgasms. Cum unloads directly into her pussy. School supplies explode from thin air, rulers and staplers, pencils and scissors, markers and glue sticks all set off like an atom bomb from the impact of Senjougahara’s climax.
She always made Araragi-kun wear a condom.
She wouldn’t dream of making this hung stud put a rubber on.
As her orgasm shatters any shred of sympathy or guilt she has left, protractors and pens plummeting down from the sky, there’s no doubt she’s getting impregnated. Senjougahara didn’t like kids and was antagonistic to the prospect of having them…but getting knocked up by a stranger while Araragi-kun listened was wickedly wonderful…
After what felt like hours of lying in a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and her love juices, Senjougahara reaches for her phone.
Just as she expected, Araragi-kun hasn’t hung up.
She smiles.
Hitagi knew that no matter what she did to him, Araragi-kun would never abandon her, no matter the circumstances. No matter the temptation to crawl away to get his rocks off with another girl who would undoubtedly be attracted to him for whatever reason, Araragi-kun would be prudent. Araragi-kun would always do what was just with infinite fortitude, giving his all for his friends in selfless charity. If Senjougahara told him to practice temperance, to never have sex again, he would. No amount of humiliation would tamper his faith in Hitagi Senjougahara.
Clearing her throat, Senjougahara asks her boyfriend, “How did that feel, Araragi-kun?”
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“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Animation Scene Number 004
Deneb, Altair, and Vega…
Senjougahara looks up at the night sky, tracing the outline of the constellations that shine down upon her.
Laying back on a soft, warm blanket, Hitagi Senjougahara was feeling nostalgic.
This is where she brought Araragi-kun on their first date. This is where they shared their first kiss. Right here. Beneath the stars. Senjougahara reminisces on the many late nights she spent studying astronomy, mapping out the patterns in the sky in a gesture of pure, humble love.
The constellations watched over Hitagi Senjougahara and Koyomi Araragi as their love blossomed into something beautiful.
Tonight, they’ll be given an even better show…And this time, it would all be on film.
With all the money she’s made, Senjougahara was finally able to purchase Araragi-kun his anniversary present. In fact, she made so much extra dough she bought him multiple…
A high-quality camera, a box of tissues, and finally, a cock cage that was the perfect fit for his puny prick.
Araragi’s present he gave to her was just as special: a box of the largest condoms he could find.
“Are you ready, Araragi-kun?”
Senjougahara turns to face her boyfriend, Koyomi standing behind the camera she bought him, his penis dutifully locked away.
“Yes, Senjougahara-san.” He responds. He wasn’t used to being around so many other men. Most of his friends were female, after all.
“Perfect,” Senjougahara responds, walking over and giving his caged cock a dismissive flick, “What do you love about me, Araragi-kun?”
“I pretty much love everything about you,” He replies, hands shaking but determination steady, “What do you love about me, Senjougahara?”
Hitagi’s blue eyes flicker mischievously, “I love how cute you are,” she begins, turning around and giving him a good look at her ass swaying back and forth as she walks towards her lovers for tonight, “I love how you’re like a gallant knight who will always come to rescue me. But most of all…”
Senjougahara is encircled by naked men, each one with a cock as big and girthy as the last, their lengths hanging low to the ground, twitching and throbbing and emanating temptation. All of them tower over Araragi-kun. All of their manhoods outsize Araragi-kun’s penis by multiple degrees. Each one of them is going to fuck Senjougahara under the stars tonight.
Senjougahara reaches up to kiss one of the men, standing in the exact same spot where Araragi-kun first kissed her. She starts to stroke the stranger’s SHAFT. He squeezes her butt cheeks. As Koyomi zooms in on the depravity about to take place, Senjougahara finishes her thought.
“But most of all,” she said, eyes gleaming with desire, “I love how you’ll do anything to make me happy. You’re the best boyfriend a woman can ask for. Make sure you behave tonight, Cuck-kun. If you do, I’ll help you with your homework after introducing Hanekawa and your sisters to my new friends…I may even let you clean up after~”