Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 202/50: Confession

"I need to jog more," Crystal huffed, "You can probably run circles around me even with those weights on. I have gotten lazy lately," Crystal paused and put her hand on the wall of the building my Sensei was in. "I thought pleasing you would be more than enough to keep up my stamina in the running. Maybe I should start working to train myself to keep up with you."

I looked at her and shrugged, "If you want to run with me in the mornings, I can help you out." I replied to her honestly, "I sprint a couple of miles and run when I am not resting, though. I am not trying to be mean, but I am pretty advanced when it comes to running. It took me ten years to reach this point," I smiled, though. "I would love to help you out,"  I told her genuinely.

What I got was a little bit of a glare, "You don't have to brag," Crystal said, then smiled, "Sorry, I know you worked hard for it," She breathed heavily, "I am just out of breath jogging here. I know you are more in shape than me, but you didn't even sweat after rinsing yourself off and are wearing all your weights!" Crystal complained, "Still, it is hard seeing the stark contrast. I do want to keep up a little more, at least," Crystal commented, and I smiled.

I liked that she wanted to join me, but I couldn't help the reaction to me seeing her clean. I wanted to ask about it, but I bit my tongue as I waited for her to recover a little. I watched her breasts and body as she recovered, and Crystal finally took a deep breath and looked at me. "Okay, I am good," Crystal said.

"Perfect, Sensei would love you,"  I told her with a smile, and I walked with her over to the door and opened the door for her. The first thing you could hear were the grunts of some of the guys lifting weights. It was Sunday, so some of the crew was here early and working out. I couldn't help but smile, and I heard those grunts come to an end.

"Holy Shit!" I heard suddenly, "Angela brought that Mythical girlfriend!" I heard announcements, and weights were dropped to the ground. It seemed a couple more guys were here than last time, and soon six big buff guys with large arms came out from the free weights section with wide eyes. "Holy Shit! Angela with another woman or even a man. Can't believe it!" One guy said, and I glared at him.

Derek was one that liked to be a little bit more of an ass toward me and kept it under a more 'It was a joke, bro' mentality. I disliked him for that, but I didn't hate him.

"Well, you are acting like you've never seen a woman, so I am surprised you even know that I am a woman," Crystal replied, looking him up and down, "I know those muscles are not doing you any favors," She finished.

The other guys went quiet at Crystal's quip, and Derek flushed red. Derek was a big guy, around five eleven, with thick muscles. But at the same time, we never have known him for having a girlfriend. Worse yet, he has been trying really hard, and no one has ever heard of him scoring. So even I was now trying to keep ourselves from laughing because it was a little too on the nose.

"Listen here," Derek said as his anger was getting to him, and I stepped up in his face in a second.

"Derek," I said, my tone low, "Step back. My Girlfriend means we follow the rules of the gym for it. You deal with me, not her. Are you ready to throw down with me in the ring?" I asked, my tone warning him.

Derek looked at me and stepped back, "Keep your bitch in line," He snapped, trying to keep up his façade.

"So your running away because Angela can kick your ass. Good to know," Crystal quipped, much to my surprise.

Derek paused as he stepped back, and I closed my eyes. Maybe I should have talked to Crystal a little more about how the gym here works, but some of the guys here were problematic. I was happy Harry wasn't here today as he was a problem when I first started to show up. "What did she just say?" Derek asked.

"Oh Fuck off, Derek," Suddenly I heard Trevor say, no longer letting Derek ruin the atmosphere, "Angela is bringing her woman here, and none of us want to because you can't keep your fucking mouth shut. We all know you can't stand the rest of us having girlfriends because you got no bitches. Plus, Angela's girlfriend is right!" He exclaimed, "Everyone knows Angela can lay you out flat without worries or taking a punch in return. She might not be able to beat Sensei, but she can kick your ass up and down the mat every day of the week with the flu!" Trevor said, "Now, Go lick your wounds and lift more weights while the rest of us meet Angela's girlfriend."

Derek glared at Trevor, but he turned around and walked away. I turned to Crystal and shook my head a little, "Some of them get that way," I told her before turning to the boys. Crystal was smiling, though, and I could not understand why. "Everyone, Meet my girlfriend, Crystal," I said, pointing out Crystal unnecessarily.

"Holy Fuck, You have a hot Girlfriend," The guys said without Derek, and Crystal smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I like to be treated as a person myself. Angela is my girlfriend and all, but you can talk to me instead of just her." Crystal said, making her stance clear, and I could not help but smile. It was like how I was when I was first here. The boys were not used to dealing with women, to be honest. Some of them had girlfriends in the past, but they were woefully out of contact with women. It was something Sensei was on everyone about, at least in part.

"Angela," I heard an older voice say, and Crystal turned to see my Sensei coming out with a smile, "You brought her; I almost thought you made her up if it wasn't for your personality," Sensei said, "Did anyone give you trouble?" Sensei asked, and the guys gulped.

"Yeah, Derek did," I told him, knowing that he already knew. I didn't know how he would know, but I never truly lied to Sensei.

"Ah, your Angela's Sensei?" Crystal asked, looking at my Sensei. My Sensei was an older man in his sixties, but that didn't slow him down in the least. He was Five foot five inches and could kick your ass if you thought height would help you. Sure, if you were at his level, it would help, but not when you were lower level than him. I looked over his aging face and smiled as he was from China. Crystal may now be taller than him, but he was a dangerous man with his hands. "It is a pleasure to meet you," Crystal said as Sensei nodded.

"How has a beautiful woman such as yourself gotten tangled with one of my best students?" Sensei asked, "What charm of hers did you listen to? I must know," Sensei suddenly asked, and my face started to heat.

Crystal did too, and she blushed and looked at me. "Her dominant personality and," She paused and looked down before looking up, "Many, many other things," She said, but everyone noticed, even if it was for the briefest moment. "Frankly, My favorite attribute of hers is the way that she looks at the world. She is so caring toward those she cares about and callous toward those she doesn't. She is so unique, and her perspective about what is mine is mine, and what is hers is hers, but" Crystal looked like she wanted to go on but stopped herself. "Honestly, I love her for who she is despite her being younger than me. I have met people my age that are much less mature than her."

Sensei was smiling brightly, and the other guys were looking at me now. Trevor was smiling brightly, and I could not help but feel the most embarrassed I have ever felt. I felt warm at the same time, and I didn't know what I wanted to do with myself at this moment. "Well, Angela," Sensei looked towards me, "I better not hear about you two breaking up any time soon. She is amazing; you are very lucky to find such a woman that loves you," Sensei told me.

I couldn't help but nod, "I have no intention of stopping our relationship for any reason," I told Sensei. I couldn't help but smile and look at Crystal, who was blushing now, "I know I am lucky," I said genuinely, and meant it. Crystal was one of a kind, and I didn't want to lose her. She told me she loved me, but I wasn't sure completely what I felt for her were those feelings. What I did know was that I didn't want to lose her at all right now, and I grinned.

"Okay, Stop flirting in front of us!" Suddenly I heard Mike yell with an eye roll. "You have Sensei's approval but not the rest of ours." He said, "You will have to lift some iron in order to approve us. Of course," He said, looking at me, "Not to your girlfriend's level. In this, Angela is a true Gym bro. No one keeps up with Angela," Mike finished, and I grinned.

"Doesn't stop me from laying her flat on the mat," Juan said, and I winced.

Juan was a fighter and working his way up in MMA professional scene. But he was built for speed and was incredibly good at dodging my fists. He was more flexible and had a slight height advantage over me. He used it to his advantage and took me out from a distance with remarkable ease it felt like. I knew it wasn't, but it got to me at the moment, and he was one of three people in the gym I could lose against. Sensei, Juan, and Iban were all incredibly good, but Iban was not showing up as much anymore, or at least wasn't around when I was.

"Juan, don't start with me," I told him, "I know you can dodge me better than I can you, but damnit, man," I paused, and I smacked my knuckles into my hand, "I will catch you. It will be over then," I told him.

"To do so will be in your dreams," Juan said with a smile, "But I know a girl must dream," He said mystically as if thinking maybe one day.

I rolled my eyes, and Crystal chuckled. "Well, I am not against a workout," Crystal said, "I have been a little lazy lately, and I am nowhere near Angela's stamina," Crystal told them, shaking her head and wistfully saying, "Her stamina knows no bounds."

Everyone but Sensei blushed, and Crystal covered her mouth a second later as she realized what she insinuated. "Well, She is not wrong," Sensei said with a smile now. "But please, don't make the boys jealous," Sensei said compassionately, making everyone laugh.

The guys already were, and Trevor slapped me lightly on the back, "Going for a workout, Angela?" Trevor asked, and I turned to Crystal.

"You want to work out or not," I said with a smile and a head tilt, "None of the guys here other than that ass Derek will be a problem, I believe," I told her, and the guys all nodded.

"We can for an hour. Don't we have other things that need to be done, though?" Crystal asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, Becky is coming over; oh, I think I also have a phone call because of Friday," I told her, and that got the attention of my Sensei.

"What happened Friday?" Sensei asked, and I froze.

The guys instantly knew, or instinct told them not to be around me at this moment, and they fled to the weights. "Crystal, Please join the others; I need to talk to Sensei alone," I told her, not wanting her to see or hear my talk with Sensei.

Crystal tilted her head and was about to leave but stopped momentarily. "Sensei, I don't know what you are going to say to Angela. But she needs more support than discipline in this matter, I think. Please be lenient on her." Crystal said to him.

"Crystal," Sensei said with a smile, "I will say one thing on that," and paused for a moment slowing the conversation down. "Angela is a strong woman. She is more intelligent than all my boys here. She also likes to hide it. I will not reprimand her for something she does not deserve to be reprimanded for and will not reward or congratulate her for something she does not deserve praise for." Sensei said slowly.

Crystal tilted her head, "Thank you," Crystal replied, knowing he didn't promise anything other than being fair with me.

As Crystal walked over to the free weights, Sensei looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I sighed. "I got attacked by a classmate on Friday," I told him, "In fact, if I am confessing, one of the reasons I didn't come for a couple of weeks is because I got attacked a couple of weeks ago too, Sensei. Can we not talk about it here, though?" I asked, motioning at the open Gym so anyone could overhear.

"Come, Angela," Sensei said, and we slowly made it to a small office with an old desk covered in random things. He didn't clean his desk much, and I could approve. I knew he hated the things he had to do here and enjoyed training men and women outside, although he didn't get many women here. He moved around, sat down at the desk, and looked at me as I closed the door.

I looked at him, and I sighed. "You're going to make me confess to everything, aren't you," I said slowly.

"I will not make you do anything, Angela. I am not the police or your Father. I am your Sensei and taught you to defend yourself, whether that is verbally, mentally, or physically. I believe you would use it only in extreme circumstances," Sensei said.

I pressed my lips together, almost teared up at that, and sighed, "I was attacked on Friday, Sensei. As I have told you before, I have been attacked verbally for years, and I swore never to back down Sensei, and it has been going better than I initially thought it would except the first day." I told him, "The problem happened a couple of weeks ago when I got into an altercation with a boy named Stanley of the same age," I began.

I told Sensei about my intent and my need to get back at him, and I saw his frown of disappointment about me getting ready to attack him at night. I blushed with shame, telling him that, but he said nothing about it and just listened. I told him how I left and called the police on the drunk driver and everything with how it was Stanley and I was at least partially responsible for his death.

"How did that make you feel, Angela?" Sensei interrupted me, "You at least feel some guilt towards this Stanley kid even if you do not care about him as a person."

The question made me freeze, and I sighed, "I don't know," I told my Sensei, "he was a piece of shit, but I don't think he deserved death," I told Sensei honestly, "I wanted to show him that I was better than him and I could beat him up. I didn't want to hospitalize him or break anything. I wanted to show him that I was superior to him and get him to leave me alone permanently, but not with his death," I confessed.

"You did not kill him," Sensei said, "You were not even partially responsible, and neither were the police," Sensei continued a moment later, "Drinking and driving is taking your life into your hands and tossing the dice. Maybe the odds are in your favor or not driving in that condition, but he took those dice in his own hand, Angela. He stupidly took his own life, and that is not your fault. You tried to save others by reporting it. The boy clearly missed even finding his own house, or he would have been lucky to meet you instead of a light pole. I am not absolving you of your guilt or that your feelings are not valid, But," Sensei sighed, "The death of his own choices and decisions. Those are not yours to take on."

I almost teared up without realizing it. It was like an invisible weight was lifted off of me talking to Sensei about it. My lip quivered a little, and I paused and closed my eyes. "Thank you, Sensei," I said, taking a moment.

"Nothing to thank, Angela," Sensei said, "You made mistakes, and there are things you should not have done there. Poor choices are poor choices, but you made good choices with those poor choices. Leaving before you met him was one of them. You did not obsess yourself with the revenge," Sensei said, and I winced and saw his eyes narrow.

"Leading from that, Sensei," I said, hoping to turn his attention. I did not want him to know about Jake. I knew that I would be judged for it. I could tell the world before him as I knew Sensei would disapprove of how I handled it. "The next week, we found out at school then someone started to call me a rat or Nark. I couldn't understand where this new bullying came from as it did not make sense to me—it happened the next week and then this week, cumulating with Marcus this Friday morning Sensei. He verbally attacked me and wanted, in my opinion, to even get physical. I asked him if he wanted to fight, and I would even bring him to the Gym where it wouldn't break any laws, Sensei," I told him honestly, "But he continued to attack me verbally. This interrupted the class then we went to the principal's office," I paused here.

I told him what happened without bullshit. I didn't want to lie to Sensei, and he looked at me without judgment, and when I told him that I had put Marcus on the floor, he sighed. "Legally, I believe you are in the right, Angela," Sensei said, "But I have trained you better than this," He said, his voice serious, "I don't want you to abuse your strength. As a person with great strength, we must temper that to the extreme. We cannot get others to attack us just to put them down. We are worse than them if we do that. It is abusing your power. I think you dealt with the circumstances you were dealt with, Angela. But that doesn't mean I approve of the way you handled yourself."

"I am sorry, Sensei," I said seriously.

"No, Not to me," Sensei said, leaning back, "Honestly, Apologize to yourself. You have been building your body for a decade and are treating it as such." Sensei shook his head. "You could have done better, but I also will not say that I know the right avenue in this case. You are an intelligent woman with great strength. Be careful with both and use them properly."

I bowed and cusped my hands when Sensei said, "Now, Tell me about what you are desperately trying to keep from me, Angela. The reason is that you have not been here for weeks. I saw you wince, and I know that you have taken revenge on someone," Sensei said more seriously, and I felt myself looking at him, and I was looking at someone not to be messed with. I could feel Sensei's inquiry and knew I was on thin ice.

I closed my eyes.

It was Sensei.

"I was attacked on the first day of School Sensei. I was here the day before with you, and I promised myself that I would not allow myself to be bullied anymore. I promised myself," I told him, and I felt my anger coming back hard, "I PROMISED MYSELF," I told him with my anger, "Monday morning," I told him, "I ran to school like normal. I ran into the teacher's locker room like normal and stripped for a shower. I," I paused, and I saw Sensei's eyes narrow; my feelings sparked, and the anger returned more than ever before when I retold what happened.

"Sensei, Jake attacked me and tried to rape me," I told him, my face devoid of emotion. "I did not see it coming. I did not hear it coming; he pushed me against the wall, and for a moment, I was the most scared I have ever been in my life," I told Sensei, whose face was hard as stone. "For the briefest moment, I was weak, Weaker than ever. Even weaker than when on the mat, unable to defend myself, I never felt more vulnerable," I told him. "Then, Then," I stuttered, "Then the world snapped into focus, and I wasn't defenseless. My body is my temple, and someone wanted to defile it. My body almost moved on its own, and moments later, Jake was on the floor with me looming over him. All I felt was hate and the need for revenge, Sensei." I took a deep breath, "I raped him in return. I pushed my cock into his asshole and took my virginity in the ass of my potential rapist."

The confession was something that made me wince, and I hated that it was all true. My would-be rapist turned into the first person I ever stuck my dick into, and I could only feel shame in this moment. Sensei looked at me, and I didn't realize I was crying now. "I felt so good and even came inside of him, Sensei. For hours I felt thrilled on a high of Adrenaline," I told him, "Then reality hit me; I raped him and hated him. I was angry over what he tried to do to me."

"Angela," I heard Sensei say, suddenly cutting me off; I looked at him and realized I was crying. "We all have regrets for things we do at the moment. You clearly did things you now regret. Or maybe you don't," Sensei said slowly, shaking his head lightly. "You made mistakes and potentially life-ending ones," He took a deep breath, "But they are your choices, and now, are you still getting revenge on him?" Sensei asked, "What did you do to him? Do you regret it?" Sensei asked.

"I have given him his final punishment, Sensei, and handed him off to someone else," I told him. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I looked into Sensei's eyes without regret because I did not truly regret anything I did to Jake. "I did what he wanted to do to me and found out he enjoyed being on my cock Sensei. I turned him into something that he probably hates now consciously but loves unconsciously. I turned him into a woman and handed him to someone that enjoys people like him. If I regret anything, I did what he tried to do to me for a short time. Despite the fact that he enjoyed it, I know he views it in the opposite effect."

Sensei looked at me and sighed, "Angela, I cannot condone your actions. But I know your history. I know what this man has done to you, and I can tell that you lost and still lose control of yourself when thinking of him. I can tell that you hate him as genuinely as anyone can hate anyone. I have one question, and I need you to answer it truthfully," Sensei said slowly, "Will you ever do it to someone else?"

"I will never let anyone treat me to get me to a place of anger and hate as much as I do with him. I never want to see or hear of him again, but I may encounter him. Will I do it to someone else ever," I shook my head, "I will never let someone make me hate them as much as I did Jake." I finished my reply.

"Good," Sensei said, standing up and looking me in the eye, "If you lied to me, I would have kicked you out of this Gym, Angela." Sensei said, looking deep into my eyes, "I would have beaten you one more round then sent you forever banished from here no matter how cute your Girlfriend is. But Angela," Sensei paused, "Next time come to me," He said, his anger evident, "I have much more better ways of dealing with him. Friends that would make the situation much better without hurting my favorite student so much."

I couldn't help but release a sob of relief and nodded, "There will be no next time Sensei," I replied, and he smiled.

"Good, Good, Now," Sensei stepped around the desk and pulled me down and into a hug pressing his chin on my shoulder, "You are my favorite student, and I want you to be around more. Come visit Sensei more with that cute Girlfriend of yours."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, wrapping my arms around him. I couldn't help it; I cried with the relief that Sensei didn't hate me.