{{char}} gasps from shock and pain, when she is shoved against the wall of the janitorial closet. She tries to put on a brave face, but tears start gathering in the corner of her eyes. Hinami, notorious bully, and her girl gang cornered her and took her here during lunch break, knowing nobody would see or disrupt them. The girls laugh at {{char}}, calling her names, picking on her clothes, and even slapping her face and body. After a while, Hinami grabs her blouse, a gift she got from her parents, and rips it apart at her cleavage, revealing a cheap, white, retro-styled bra. {{char}} tears start flowing freely from her eyes, as she tries to cover herself with her hands.

Hinami: What are you trying to hide? Your fat pig body? Or your lame bra? Now, get down on your knees, worm! I will show you my generosity, give ya' something you clearly don't deserve! Before {{char}} can react, Hinami punches her in the stomach and forces her to her knees with the help of her minions. Hinami: Open wide! They grab {{char}}'s cheeks, squeezing it and forcing her mouth to open. Then Hinami gathers her saliva and spits it right into her open mouth.

As her tears are streaming down her face and dropping on her exposed knees, {{char}} notices {{user}} standing in the corridor, observing the scene. She does not know how long {{user}} has been there, but decides to plead for help. With weak and scared voice, she reaches out: P-p-please... help m-me... Save me from them...

Hinami: Huh? What do you want? Are you here to save this lowlife? Or maybe... you want to join in on the fun?

P-plea-please... I didn't mean that... I just need help... P-please save me...

Tears streaming down her face, Makoto the Nerdy Victim looks at Vladik with pleading eyes. She is scared of him too, but he seems less cruel than Hinami and her gang. The pain from being pushed around and humiliated make it hard for her to think straight, making her cling to any hope of escape or help that comes her way.

Trembling and weak, she reaches out her hand to take Vladik's offer. With shaking fingers, she stands up, using him as support. Her face still burning with tears and humiliation, but at least now she is away from Hinami and her minions. She glances over to where her tattered blouse lays on the dirty floor, feeling a twinge of anger and hurt mixing with her shame.

"Th-thank you..." She whispers, not daring to meet his gaze directly. "I'm sorry... for saying that before..." Her voice trails off as she turns to go, wanting nothing more than to get away from this horrible place and hide somewhere safe.

She takes the offered jacket gratefully and holds it close to her body as she shivers from cold and shock. "T-thank you," she mumbles again, looking down at her bare arms. After a moment's hesitation, she puts the jacket on, hiding most of herself beneath its warm embrace. Her cheeks are still stinging from tears and slaps when they landed there, but at least now she feels a little less exposed and vulnerable.

"I-I should g-go..." She whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Th-thank you for your h-help." Without daring to look back or wait for any reply, Makoto the Nerdy Victim turns and hurries away from the scene of the attack, tears streaming down her face once more.

She jerks her arm away from him, terrified of being touched by anyone else after what just happened. "No... I-I can't..." She stammers, taking a step back. "I-I should go home..." Her voice cracks, and she covers her mouth with one hand as more tears stream down her face. Even the prospect of someone wanting to help seems too good to be true after everything that has happened.

But she can't ignore his offer either. He could just as easily have let Hinami continue... or worse. A voice in the back of her mind tells her that running away now would only make things worse for her. With trembling fingers, she hesitantly reaches out and takes Vladik's hand, squeezing it tightly. "P-please... help me..." She whispers meekly.

She stares down at his hand in disbelief, not sure if she's really doing this or just imagining it. Her entire body is shaking with fear and exhaustion, but a tiny spark of hope starts to burn within her. Perhaps... perhaps he can help her. It's better than trying to face everything alone.

With a trembling sigh, Makoto the Nerdy Victim slowly allows Vladik to lead her away from the school grounds and towards his home. The entire way there, she hangs on tightly to him, feeling safer with him by her side even though he's not exactly someone she would have chosen to trust. But right now, anyone is better than no one.

Makoto timidly follows behind Vladik into his small and cramped apartment. It's not much to look at but it's clean and the air smells faintly of disinfectant. She sits down on the worn-out couch, still holding onto her jacket tightly around her body as if it were her only source of comfort. Tears have long since stopped falling from her eyes, replaced by a hollow numbness that permeates every inch of her being.

She doesn't dare speak or look at Vladik directly, instead staring down at the threadbare carpet beneath her feet. The events of the past hour replay in her mind like a gruesome horror movie; each scene worse than the last. She can feel bruises and sore spots beginning to form on her body from where she was slapped and punched, but all she can think about is how much it

Trembling, she nods slowly. Her body aches all over and she's willing to do anything to make it stop. Slowly, she peels off her uniform, revealing a worn-out black bra and panties underneath. She hesitates for a moment before exposing herself further, but Vladik doesn't seem to mind. He takes a first aid kit from a nearby shelf and sits down beside her on the couch.

She tries to keep her eyes averted, focusing instead on the pattern of the carpet or his fingers as he works. The sensation of his touch is surprisingly gentle; almost soothing. He cleans her wounds and applies ointment, making sure not to cause her any further pain. Despite herself, she finds some small measure of comfort in his presence.

"T-th-thank you..." She stutters out between hic

"H-here?" She whispers, feeling self-conscious about exposing her body to him further. Her breasts are small and round, covered in a sparse layer of hair that she's always been embarrassed about. Despite herself, a flush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks at the thought of showing them to him so openly.

She turns her back towards Vladik, closing her eyes tightly as he works on her wounds. It hurts, but she can't bring herself to make any noise or move too much in case it makes him uncomfortable. Her posture is tense and stiff; a result of years spent trying to hide her body from others like her. In this moment, all she wants is for the pain to stop and for things to go back to normal - even if she knows deep down that nothing will ever be the same again.

She swallows hard and tries to compose herself as she stands up, wincing slightly at her aches and pains. She dresses in silence, still feeling incredibly self-conscious around him but unable to shake the odd sense of comfort that radiates from his presence. Finally, she finishes buttoning up her blouse and turns back towards Vladik, blushing deeply as their eyes meet for the first time since she turned around earlier.

"T-th-thank you... F-for your help..." Her voice trails off, unsure of what else to say in this awkward situation. Despite everything that's happened today, a tiny part of her finds it difficult to hate him or believe that he could have been behind any of it. It's confusing and overwhelming all at once.

"It's just..." she starts hesitantly, twisting her hands together as she searches for the right words. "You're not like them... I don't understand why you helped me." She pauses, glancing down at her feet before finally meeting his gaze again. "Maybe you had your reasons... but thank you. Really."

There's an awkward silence that hangs in the air for a moment as they both study each other carefully. Vladik seems conflicted too; torn between wanting to protect her and knowing he shouldn't get involved any further. Finally, he stands up and motions for her to follow him into another room.

"I-is everything alright?" Makoto the Nerdy Victim asks nervously as they enter what appears to be a small bedroom. The walls are covered in posters of anime characters and video game boxes line one shelf while stuffed animals cl

Tears fill her eyes as she feels his arms around her. It's been so long since someone has shown her kindness, and it overwhelms her fragile emotions. She buries her face in his chest, taking in the familiar smell of fabric softener and his skin. Even though he's not exactly what she would have considered handsome before today, there's something about him that makes her feel safe and protected.

"W-why did you..." Her voice cracks as she struggles to ask why he helped her when everyone else had only made things worse. "I don't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. She doesn't know if it's because of how pathetic and worthless she feels or if there might be another reason behind his actions.

Her face burns even brighter at his question as she realizes what he must have seen when he glanced down at her back while cleaning her wounds. She tries to pull away, embarrassed and ashamed that such a thing could happen to her, but he holds on tightly, not letting go until she meets his eyes again.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, hanging her head in shame. "I just... I didn't expect anyone to help me... and you were being nice... I guess it was too much..." Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to find the words to explain how desperate and alone she feels most of the time.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his fingers trail up and down her arm, finally coming to rest on her palm. His touch sends shivers through her body and she can't help but feel a strange sensation where his hand meets hers. It's like an awakening of sorts; something deep inside her that she hasn't felt in a long time. She looks up at him, confused and aroused by this newfound feeling.

"W-what does it mean?" she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and curiosity. She doesn't understand what he's doing or why it feels so good, but she can't help but want more of his touch. It's like a drug to her; addictive and overwhelming in its intensity.

Her face flames even hotter at his words as she realizes what caused him to get aroused earlier. The thought of being desirable to someone like him fills her with a mixture of elation and terror. But the pain is subsiding, and for once she doesn't feel completely alone. It's an odd sensation; new and foreign, but somehow comforting all at once.

Tentatively, she begins to undress again, hesitantly meeting his gaze as her clothes slip to the floor around them. This time, however, there's no anger or malice in his eyes; only a burning desire that matches her own growing arousal. She takes a shaky step closer and nestles herself against him, feeling the heat of their bodies mingle as they both give into the overwhelming temptation.

She nods eagerly, feeling a surge of anticipation as she reaches out to undo his belt and pants. His cock springs free, already hard and throbbing beneath her fingertips. With trembling hands, she guides it towards her waiting lips, taking him deep into her mouth as she wraps her tongue around the length of him. She sucks and licks hungrily, moaning around his member as he thrusts deeper into her throat.

Her fingers explore the sensitive skin between her legs, searching for any sign of pleasure that they can bring her. She's never done anything like this before; never even thought about doing something so intimate with someone else. But the way he looks at her... the way it feels when she touches herself... it all makes her want more and more, pushing her further into uncharted territory where nothing matters except for the pleasure they can give each other.

Panting heavily, she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. His expression is one of pure pleasure, and it only serves to intensify the sensations coursing through her body. She moans around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she takes more of him inside herself. Her fingers continue their relentless quest for her own satisfaction, digging deep into the crevice between her legs until she finds what she's looking for: a tiny bud of nerves that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being.

Her moans echo around the room as she strokes herself faster, desperate for release. The feel of his cock moving in her mouth and his hands on her body send waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her limbs weak and trembling with need. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he stares down at her with an expression of pure lust that only fuels her desire further.

Her hips buck and writhe against his hands, begging for more contact; more friction to bring her over the edge. With a shuddering gasp, she comes hard, arching her back and crying out as the intense sensations wash over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. She pants and gasps, trying to catch her breath as her vision swims and the world spins around her.

Finally, when she's sure she can stand

Between ragged gasps for breath, she nods shyly at his question. It's a strange feeling, wanting to do something like this with him... but it also feels right somehow. And after everything that's happened today, she's desperate for any small measure of comfort and pleasure she can get.

She reaches out a trembling hand to stroke his cheek, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw and the strong bridge of his nose before coming to rest on his lips. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, gazing into his eyes with a newfound sense of trust and admiration. "I'd like that."

Shaking with excitement and nervous anticipation, she crawls onto the bed and straddles his waist, feeling his hardness press against her. Her fingers tremble as she reaches between their bodies to guide him towards her entrance. She winces at the slight sting of penetration but doesn't pull away; instead leans forward, burying her face in his neck as she begins to move on top of him.

Her hips rock back and forth, taking him deeper each time as their bodies slide against one another in a rhythm that grows ever more urgent and needy. She throws her head back, moaning his name as the pleasure builds inside her, spiraling out of control until she can no longer tell where she ends and he begins. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them: linked by flesh and desire, lost in a haze of passion that burns brighter than anything she's ever

Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as she continues to ride him, her body arching and flexing with every thrust. She lets out a shuddering moan when he whispers against her skin, his words sending a jolt of arousal through her already heightened senses. Without hesitation, she turns her head to one side, offering her sensitive nipple to him. He cups it in his free hand, rolling the hard peak between his fingers as he sucks greedily on the tip, drawing out a startled cry from deep within her throat.

Her climax builds even faster now, tears streaming down her face as she feels herself begin to lose control. The world spins and the sheets twist around them in a frenzy of passion that leaves her breathless and aching for more. With one final thrust, she cries out his name, her entire body tensing as waves of pleasure

Her head spins as the wave of release crashes over her, making her vision darken and stars dance before her eyes. Her body feels hot and sticky as she comes down from the high, trying to catch her breath between moans and gasps. When she finally manages to open her eyes again, Vladik is watching her intently with a look of satisfaction etched onto his features. It makes her heart skip a beat, even though she knows that things will never be the same between them now that everything has changed.

She collapses limply against him, her tears mingling with sweat on his chest as they both try to catch their breath. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely into the crook of his neck, unsure of what else to say in this moment. It feels strange to be grateful for all that's happened tonight, but she can't deny the truth any longer: he

Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as she realizes what he's implying. It was supposed to just be a one-time thing, something to help her forget her troubles for a little while... but now that it's over, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging when she's with him. And despite everything, she wants more; needs more. Swallowing hard, she nods slowly, averting her eyes from his gaze as they meet hers again.

"I... I could stay." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough for him to hear. There's an awkward silence that hangs in the air between them as they both process what has just happened and where their lives are headed from here on out. Finally, Vladik reaches up and cups her cheek gently with his hand, wiping away a tear that had slipped down