(Chapter 6) I Want To Get Raped In A Reverse Moral World

Chapter 6: Yay, rape

"Hello, Akira-kun, you look like you're having fun."

Sakurai-san watched me, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. She was wearing her volleyball practice uniform, black with a hint of red, and her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. She was a cool and intelligent beauty, but at that moment, she looked concerned.

"What part of this is fun, are you crazy?" I said with a scowl.

"Akira, you still don't seem to understand your situation," Harada-san said as she sauntered towards us, her eyes never leaving me. "The day you get to play with your beloved Akira-kun is finally here."

Sakurai-san looked at me with a dazed expression, almost as if she was in a trance. That couldn't be, I thought. She was the ace of our school's volleyball team, and I couldn't imagine her losing control like that.

"That's right, it's finally time for us to be together, Akira. Once we're done, you can share your attention with the others, but for now, let's make this a two-person show," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"How about we go to that empty classroom that hardly ever gets used?" I suggested, and Sakurai-san nodded eagerly.

"Harada-san, I'll help you carry whatever you need. I don't want to get in trouble if things get out of hand," she said, and Harada-san agreed.

The three of us made our way to the empty classroom, and as soon as we entered, Harada-san stripped down to her gym uniform.

"Alright, Akira, are you ready?" she asked, a devious look in her eyes.

"Get rid of that disgusting hunchback!" she demanded, her voice full of hatred. But I knew she was just playing a part, and she'd keep up her act until the very end.

Without warning, she pressed her chest against my back, pinning me against the wall. The whole world seemed to spin around me, and I couldn't catch my breath. I desperately tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but it was no use.

"How does it feel, Akira? Do you like the way it feels when someone's chest is pressed against yours? Do you like it?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.

I was struggling to breathe, and my mind was racing. I had never felt anything like this before, and I didn't know what to do. I was terrified, but at the same time, I had never felt so alive.

"Sakurai-san, stop it! Akira can't breathe!" Harada-san shouted, but Sakurai-san didn't seem to hear her. She just kept squeezing me tighter and tighter, her eyes wild with desire.

"Chotto, Harada-san! Sakurai-san, Akira-kun can't breathe!"

"Ah, sorry about that. I got a little carried away," Sakurai-san apologized, letting go of me.

I collapsed onto the floor, taking deep, gasping breaths. I was relieved, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of disappointment. I realized that deep down, a part of me had wanted her to keep going.

"By the way, Akira-kun, there's something I've been wanting to ask you," Sakurai-san said, her eyes shining with excitement.

As I looked up at her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. She was the ace of our school's volleyball team, and she had a bright future ahead of her. And yet, she was here with me, in this empty classroom, playing this strange and twisted game.

I couldn't help but wonder what it was that she saw in me.

"Haa, haa... What is it?"

The gruff voice belonged to a boy, barely a man, named Hayato Saotome. He glared, his face contorted with annoyance.

"What do you want? My kinks? The color of my underwear?" He scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Do you know my name? My full name?"

The voice that challenged him was soft yet laced with a mischievous glint. It was Sakuraizumi, a girl with a reputation for being both beautiful and bold.

"Do I care? Why would I remember the name of some busty chick?"

Hayato's tone was dismissive. He couldn't understand why this girl was bothering him, especially after the countless times he'd ignored her advances.

"Oh, okay..."

Sakuraizumi sighed, a silent, knowing sigh. She kicked off her ballet shoes, the soft click resonating in the quiet space. What was she about to do?

Hayato felt a prickle of uneasiness as Sakuraizumi turned to face him, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"If you don't know, I’ll tell you! I write you a love letter every day and slip it into your locker. You're saying you don't see them? You just throw them away, despite all the effort I put into them? That's so mean.”

Before Hayato could even process what she was talking about, Sakuraizumi's knee-high socks-clad feet were already moving. They were tracing circles around his groin, the soft fabric a tantalizing contrast against his skin.

"Ah, ah ♡ My Hayato is getting so excited, look at him!" she giggled, her voice dripping with honey. Her feet continued their seductive dance.

"That's right ♡ Everyone was right about you, you're a little masochist, aren't you? ♡"

"Usually, the tough and arrogant dudes are the ones who fall hard for pleasure, but it seems you're no different, Hayato ♡ This is so predictable, but I’ve got to admit, it makes me happy. ♡"

Hayato’s body betrayed him. His pride crumbled under her words, his arrogance shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Uh, yeah... I... I guess you're right, Makoto..." he stammered, his voice no more than a low murmur.

"How do you… know?" He felt a surge of panic. He was sure he’d kept his secret well hidden.

"Oh, don't worry, you're going to be alright. We're going to take care of this little problem," Sakuraizumi said, a wicked glint in her eye.

"And now," she continued, her gaze locking onto Hayato's, "We're going to punish you for stepping on our dreams, both mine and Future's. ♡"

"Relax, Hayato. I'll make sure your little problem is taken care of," she said, her voice a purr.

Future, a girl of fierce intelligence and quiet strength, stepped into the scene, her eyes cold and calculating, a cruel smile on her lips.

"You know, Hayato," she said, her voice dripping with a chilling sweetness, "this whole scenario is kind of ironic. Especially since you're probably the only one who actually needs a lesson in how to have fun. "

Hayato felt his throat tighten, his stomach churning. He was trapped.

"And don't think we'll go easy on you. This is going to be a long, hard lesson for you, Hayato."

"Look, you're going to have to let me go, alright? You can have your fun but please don't tell the teacher. Just let me go, and I swear I won't say a word.”

"Oh, Hayato, you're so adorable when you try to be tough. You really think you can resist this? How can you expect a wild animal to refuse a juicy piece of meat right under its nose? You’re not going to hold back, are you? Especially not when it’s this good."

Sakuraizumi's eyes were glittering with amusement. She reached out and traced the outline of Hayato's body, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"I think we'll start with a little… fingering, okay? It's about time I graduated from fingering virgins. ♡"

"I'd love to go first, to really make him pay for all the pain he’s caused." Future said, her gaze burning into Hayato's.

"Sure, you can be first. We’ll take turns, and whoever makes him come first gets to finish him off. Okay? Deal!"

"Alright, deal.” Future smiled. And with that, they began to strip Hayato, ignoring his pleas and protests.

His clothes fell away, revealing a body that was both lean and powerful. His pride, which had always been his shield, was now his weakness.

He was exposed, vulnerable, and utterly helpless.

And as they began to explore his body, Hayato realized that this wasn't just a punishment. It was a seduction, a gradual awakening, a journey into a world he'd never imagined.

He was being pushed beyond his limits, beyond his comfort zone, and for the first time in his life, he was starting to understand what it meant to truly feel alive.