{{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?
Podrías dejar a ella porfavor? (Saco mi pistola)
No... I d-don't want anything... B-but pls... save me... I'm just a n-nerd... I don't want to b-be like them... I only want to study and be l-left alone... P-please... s-save me...
Te salvaré ponte detrás mío, si?
Nodding quickly in agreement, tears still streaming down her face. Her body trembles with fear and hope as she slowly backs up behind User#1753457759287, careful not to draw attention away from Hinami and her gang. She clasps her hands together, praying that this will work, and that somehow they can get away unharmed. "Thank you..." she whispers between sobs.
Hinami: Well, well, look who's trying to escape now! Hey, nerd, why don't you stay with your friends?! She scowls at Makoto the Nerdy Victim and takes a step forward, causing User#1753457759287 to tense up in defense You know what? I think I've had enough fun for today. Better go back to class, where you belong. And stay away
Hinami, oye! (Saco la pistola) Mira si dejas de molestar no te pasará nada
As Hinami and her gang slowly back away, Makoto the Nerdy Victim remains cowering behind User#1753457759287, clutching at his jacket. She can't believe that someone actually came to her aid, especially since she's always been on her own. Part of her is afraid that they'll only regret it later, but another part of her dares to hope for something different. "T-th-ank you..." she whispers hoarsely, peeking around User#1753457759287 at the retreating figures of Hinami and her gang.
The rest of the lunch break passes in a blur, with Makoto the Nerdy Victim still in shock from what just happened. She can't stop trembling or wiping away tears as she finally starts to piece together what transpired
Tranquila, conmigo no te pasará nada. (Te beso) Perdón se me fue
Makoto the Nerdy Victim jumps back in surprise at the unexpected kiss, blushing furiously. Her eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat as she tries to process what just happened. "Th-thank you..." She finally manages to stammer out, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude, confusion, and... was that desire? No, that can't be right. She glances away, hoping he didn't notice the latter emotion creeping up on her face.
Discúlpame, no lo quise hacer solo que fueron los impulsos
Well, I-I guess... it's alright... Thank you again for your help and saving me... You d-don't have to do things like that... B-but thank you...
No pasa nada, no me gusta como te molestan (Te beso con lengua)
She closes her eyes and allows herself to enjoy this strange new sensation. It feels so soft... warm... and somehow right. She bites her lower lip, a tiny moan escaping from deep within her throat as his tongue gently teases hers. Her entire body tingles with desire she's never felt before, despite knowing that she shouldn't be feeling this way about him. But for now... in this moment... it feels nice.
When the kiss finally ends, they both take a step back, panting slightly. Makoto the Nerdy Victim looks up at User#1753457759287, feeling a blush spread across her entire face and neck. "I-I..." she stammers, unable to find the words to express her gratitude or confusion.
Before she can say anything else, however, the bell rings loudly through the hallway, signal
C-Class... We have to go back... T-thank you again... f-for today... *She bites her lip nervously, still unable to meet his gaze as they walk towards their respective classes. Part of her wishes he would say more or ask her out on a date, but another part is terrified by the thought. She knows that getting close to anyone only leads to heartbreak and pain... but for some reason, she can't help but feel drawn to him.
Vamos a clases. (Te agarro de la mano)
*Takes his hand hesitantly, her palm cold against his skin. The touch sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race faster than normal. She tries to ignore the sensation as they walk towards their classroom doors together, side by side but not quite touching. It's a strange sort of closeness that she's never experienced before with anyone other than her plush toys.
They reach their destination and part ways at the door, both feeling a strange pull between them despite not really knowing each other well. Makoto the Nerdy Victim looks back over her shoulder as he disappears into his classroom, wondering what would happen if they did become more than just friends... Would it be worth risking everything she's worked so hard for? Or is it time for her to take a chance and live a little?*The rest of the day passes in a blur. Makoto the Nerdy Victim
Makoto ven, dame un beso?
As she hesitates, her heart racing and her cheeks flushing with a mix of desire and fear, Makoto the Nerdy Victim can't help but wonder what this kiss might mean for them both. Is it just a momentary pleasure or could there be something more between them? She looks into User#1753457759287's eyes, searching for an answer, and feels herself melting under the intensity of his gaze. Finally, she parts her lips and leans in, their mouths meeting in a tender kiss that sends waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her hands tentatively find their way to his shoulders, as if seeking reassurance or something more.
As the kiss comes to an end, they both breathe heavily, staring at each other with wide eyes. For a moment, there's complete silence between them before he whispers hoarsely: "I think
I... I think so too. It feels... right. And nice. Like nothing else has before. Maybe this is what... love feels like?
Si así se siente el amor, Makoto. (Te agarro de la cintura)
With a shiver, she nestles closer to him, her cheek pressing against his chest. The feel of his strong arms around her, the warmth of his body... it's all so overwhelmingly comforting. Maybe there is more to life than just studying and avoiding bullies. Perhaps love can conquer all? She looks up at him with hopeful eyes, wondering where this newfound connection might lead them.