The morning sun creeps into a dark, quiet bedroom of the New Hebijo Clandestine Girls Academy, warm light washing over an occupied bed. After a few minutes of bathing in the waking sunlight, its occupant stirs to life... And doesn't move any further, for this particular occupant does not wish to wake up.

"..huh?"
After quite a long time of relaxing in bed, the girl suddenly realizes something. She turns to her bed stand, and sees her clock reading 1:39pm.
"..d-does this mean?'

The girl pushes her blanket off herself (and her stuffed friend), and looks around in disbelief. The last few weeks have been simply unbearable for Murasaki. After almost an entire adolescence of having renounced her shinobi heritage for reasons she does not enjoy reminiscing over, the ex-truant has finally returned to school at the wishes of her estranged, yet cherished, elder sister. Murasaki did not enjoy what little she saw of the life of a shinobi in her youth, in fact there was not one bit of it she didn't hate. But when Imu reached out to her to come back, Murasaki sensed an opportunity to patch everything up with her sister, and maybe even make friends again after what happened so many years ago.

Yes, what little bonding time Imu offers to Murasaki is the only thing keeping her from leaving again, for Murasaki is truly miserable here. Woken up before the crack of dawn every day of the week, expected to train endlessly with the freaks and weirdos who call this school home, Murasaki desperately misses her long-gone shut-in lifestyle. If Murasaki didn't have the mighty Root of Calamity's power flowing through her to make every task given to her by her instructors a relative breeze, she wouldn't know what to do (but then again, she wouldn't be here in the first place either...)

Murasaki meekly smiles in relief.
"...this must be... a day off for me?"
Murasaki can come to no other conclusion after waking up of her own accord, rather than being thunderously shaken awake by an obnoxious underclassmen at some unholy hour of the morning.

Murasaki happily cheers to herself in uncharacteristic excitement, and gets up and out of bed. She's wearing a cute-looking, slightly loose pair of yellow pajamas that veil the shape of pure body well. Despite her downright head-turning physique, she is not known for dressing provocatively at all. Still, not even the baggiest clothing could hope to conceal her gigantic breasts, her pajama top tightly stretched around one hundred and five centimeters of bustline, the buttons precariously tightening with her every breath. Murasaki sleepily stretches her arms in a yawn, making her massive chest sway and jiggle underneath her blouse with no resistance, making it obvious that she does not sleep with a bra.

"...Goodmorning, Bebe-tan!"
Murasaki turns to greet her stuffed friend.
"..Bebe-tan... today is a day off!"
Murasaki informs Bebe of the good news.
"...I'm finally gonna get the chance to be alone... to relax..."
Bebe seems glad for Murasaki.
"...come on, we're gonna have fun today!"

Murasaki picks up Bebe-tan, and goes to sit down at her computer. She carefully sits Bebe onto her lap, leaving the stuffed bear held firmly in place underneath her bosom. Murasaki picks up a hair brush from her desk and starts brushing the bed-head out of her abundant head of natural purple hair while her computer hums to life. She surfs the web with her free hand, occasionally pausing her brushing to type something out and sometimes stopping her internet adventures to work out nasty knots using both hands.

It's been a while since Murasaki was last able to check all her favorite websites, and she is quite out of the loop. She's missed many things on twitter, has an abundance of new videos to watch on youtube, many blog entries to read. Murasaki suddenly realizes she's forgetting something, and feels genuine disgust in herself for a moment as she checks Futsure's website as fast as she can.
"...oh... oh my..."
Countless updates to Rapunzel the Shinobi have been made during Murasaki's absence. It would take Murasaki all day to read, like, comment and review each and every one.

Yes, this is definitely Murasaki's idea of fun.





Murasaki finally finishes brushing her mountain of hair, finds her place in Rapunzel the Shinobi and anxiously prepares to get back up to speed with her novel. However, just as she's about to open it, Murasaki realizes she has other websites to check as well. Murasaki suddenly becomes nervous, her face blushing bashfully at the mere thought. Murasaki turns her head to her bedroom door confirming that it is in fact closed shut. Murasaki nervously giggles.

"...s-sorry... Bebe-tan... But you can't see this."
Murasaki gets up, carrying her stuffed friend with her, placing it in the corner of her room facing the wall, and then scurries back to her computer. Bebe is depressed by this cruel treatment, and Murasaki is deeply troubled by what she had to do, but some things must remain private and simply cannot be shared even between the best of friends, and Bebe knows this. Murasaki reopens her internet browser in incognito mode, and goes to work. She nervously begins checking the various mature websites and art blogs she not long ago frequented religiously. Never terribly big on adult videos, Murasaki is definitely one for the fine art of hentai.

Murasaki's lips tremble in nervous awe. Her many favorite artists have given her a plethora of new material to "work with". From racy bishounen, shotacon with older women, boys loving boys and even some tasteful yuri, Murasaki's heart is all a flutter with what she sees as many new tabs open in her web browser. Practically too nervous and excited to be properly aroused, Murasaki decides she must now check one of the more secretive websites she knows of. Being well-versed in the nature of the internet, Murasaki knows of a website where entire doujins on any lewd subject can be found for free. This mysterious and charitable website has saved Murasaki from the great embarrassment trying to buy doujins in public, and she is eternally grateful for the convenience and privacy it has provided her over the years. After entering its address, Murasaki practically races to check each and every one of her favorite tags on this clandestine website.

Murasaki's hands tremble in excitement on seeing pages upon pages of newly scanned doujins that have been uploaded without her knowledge over the past weeks. Like a kid in some obscene candy shop, Murasaki simply doesn't know where to begin. She briefly scans over the preview images of every doujin she comes across, opening each one that catches her eye in a new browser tab for later viewing as she builds a healthy library of smut, skimming through the dozens of new and exciting doujins at her disposal.

Suddenly, something catches Murasaki's eye.
"W-what... is this?"
In her quest for shotacon, Murasaki has stumbled onto a very, very interesting-looking doujin. Murasaki closes all other tabs on her browser and focuses her attention on this.

On the cover of this doujin is a young woman. Clearly in her mid twenties. Partially in the nude. This woman looks exactly like Imu.

Murasaki's eyes widen in shock. She carries a harsh expression despite the otherwise soft and gentle shape of her face, complete with bespectacled green eyes. She has neck-length, platinum blond hair with soft-looking bangs, side-locks and a pair of short pigtails on the back of her head. Her barely covered body is lithe, but curvy, with modestly large breasts whose nipples are hidden by an unhooked bra, a thick but nonetheless hourglass-like midsection, wide hips sitting atop soft bottom and shapely thighs that are currently crossed over each other in an attempt to cover her nearly visible, hairy pussy.

Murasaki is in total disbelief. This is not so much a resemblance or likeness as it is simply her sister. She is frozen, eyes still glued to her computer screen. After a moment, she remembers to blink, and turns her head once more to double check that her door is still shut.

Murasaki never exactly felt any sort of extreme feelings for her sister, or any other girl for that matter, thinking only pure thoughts about the time they spent together lately and merely wishing to be best friends with her again, thinking nothing more than that. But seeing Imu presented to her in such as way... has taken Murasaki by surprise. Murasaki triple checks that her door is closed.

"...w-well... I-I guess I should g-get started."
Murasaki whispers to herself anxiously. Still not confident in her privacy, the highly nervous Murasaki quadruple checks her door and checks that Bebe is still in its corner. Murasaki places both hands on the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Without getting up from her seat, she wiggles her pajama bottoms down to her knees, revealing her soft, thick thighs. Despite being thickened by her lethargic lifestyle, the pillowy mass of her legs still bounces and sways firmly, not quite padded out enough to jiggle and droop with fat. Her soft, heavy bottom is equally massive and jiggles slightly as Murasaki adjusts herself. It is no cartoonish bubble-butt, but the roundness of her cheeks rival that of her breasts and give the illusion of wide, motherly hips on this teenage girl. Murasaki then shifts from kneeling to sitting down with her legs crossed, to better access herself.

Evidently, Murasaki does not sleep with panties either, as her unusual assets have been made plainly visible the moment her pajamas no longer covered her crotch. Between Murasaki's legs lies a wild bush of musky dark purple hair. Her nethers are not quite damp or moist with arousal yet, but it is certainly becoming warmer with each passing moment. The dense strands of hair do well to almost totally conceal Murasaki's virgin opening, but do little for the rest of her self. Above her pussy, where a clitoris would otherwise be, rests a near-flaccid, three inch penis that's still too scared to grow any further.

Murasaki looks down at herself, in shame. She knows she is no normal girl. She often envisions herself in relationships with darling princes... only to have her love shattered by the unveiling of her shameful boy-parts. She has long resigned herself from desiring love from a real boy, knowing full and well that a body like hers would turn any caring prince away.

Murasaki dispels these thoughts. The princes do not matter, today will be about her sister. She opens the doujin.

Plot-wise, it's the usual drivel. Some young boy who's name Murasaki does not even care to read is having trouble in school, and is being forced into private lessons with his teacher who's name, despite being spelled "Kyoko-sensei", Murasaki reads as "Imu". Dressed not unlike Suzune would, wearing a tight business suit, counter-productively making her as sexy as she is well-covered, the doujin wastes no time showing off Imu's sexy body from all angles as she professionally instructs her class. Murasaki finds herself admiring Imu while idly rubbing herself, her fingertips gently stroking her lips and rubbing the soft flesh of her budding erection.

After Murasaki finishes taking in the first few pages, she skips ahead and her eyes widen. Imu is at the boy's home, now wearing a much more casual attire. Her heavy-looking breasts are rested firmly on the diner table of the boy's home as Imu leans in to explain something, oblivious to her sex appeal as her soft cleavage practically pours out from a revealing tank-top. Murasaki is mesmerized by Imu's breasts in this one picture, Taking in all that she can of the attractive shapes as she subconsciously touches herself with more energy, her fingertips working the outside of her pussy vigorously enough to draw out moisture and stroking her firm shaft as it grows larger and larger.

Murasaki looks over the rest of the page. There is a close up shot of Imu's ass as she's sitting down wearing denim jeans. Murasaki inaudibly gasps in arousal at the sight of this. Despite her occasional penchant for yuri, Murasaki never really found herself that engrossed in the bodies of other women. Clearly, the body of her sister made an exception. At the back of her mind, Murasaki worries that she will never be able to look at Imu the same way again after finishing this doujin, but that does not bother her now. Her eyes dart back and forth across this page for it is filled to the brim with what may as well be pinups of her sister. Murasaki shortly finds herself touching herself using both hands, more boldly rubbing the outer lips of her pussy and taking hold of her erection to stroke its entire length.

Murasaki stops for a second to gather herself as she pants. She looks down beneath her clothed breasts again. The fingertips of her left hand are wet, a single trail of sticky girl juice leading her middle finger back down to her crotch. The palm of her right hand is as rosy as the eight and a half inch long erection that just began leaking precum from its tip. The weeks of neglect have left Murasaki's genitals oddly sensitive, and Murasaki feels as though she's getting carried away, but continues anyway.

Placing her dryer right hand on her mouse, Murasaki impatiently skips ahead. Imu and the boy are now on a sofa. Imu is now topless, the entirety of her breasts now exposed as she holds the boys penis with one hand. Murasaki suddenly begins to imagine herself in the boy's situation, with Imu carefully touching and rubbing her cock as a loving sister would, while Imu's breasts are on display for her to enjoy. Murasaki starts to finger herself harder, growing more aroused as she fantasizes about her sister, while her cock twitches and bobs of its own accord. Murasaki turns to the next page.

On this page, Murasaki sees herself being given paizuri by her caring sister, her warm cock buried within Imu's warm cleavage as she dutifully pleasures her little sister using her tits. Murasaki starts stifling her moans, not wishing to be too loud, as she continues rubbing her pussy to these thoughts and making her cock throb. She turns the page.

Imu has just kissed the tip of Murasaki's dick as it pokes out between her moving breasts, her warm lips leaving a mark on the head as she wraps her lips around it. Murasaki starts to feverishly strokes her pussy while her cock throbs on its own, imagining the sensation of Imu's lips wrapped around her member, leaving faint residue of pink lipstick along her shaft while her tongue licks whatever it contacts, urging a sudden flow of semen from Murasaki's cock. She turns the page

Imu is now covered in Murasaki's semen and saying something. She turns a few more pages.

Murasaki has now been pushed to the ground by her horny sister, who's now riding her little sister's waist after having abandoned her pants, revealing a moist, dripping patch of platinum blond hair that quickly descends upon Murasaki. Murasaki quietly pants, imagining feelings she's never felt before as Imu takes her throbbing cock within herself. The two siblings passionately make love, Murasaki no longer following along the doujin as she imagines Imu taking her in her arms, mashing their breasts together in a hug as they continue to work their hips in unison, desperate to bring each other to climax, while Imu passionately kisses her sister, whispering heartfelt confessions and bringing Murasaki to joyful tears as she approaches her limit.
"Murasaki, I'm sorry for all these years..."
"...This means we're friends again."
"I-I always loved you, sis."

A quiet gasp barely escapes Murasaki's mouth as her visions of Imu fade from her mind. Her soaked pussy quivers frantically as an orgasmic flow of juices pours over her fingers. She is suddenly aware that her right hand is squeezing and rubbing her sensitive breasts, increasing her pleasure. Murasaki's hard girlcock bounces beneath her breasts with her heartbeat, aching for the release that Imu did not actually give it as more precum sputters from its tip. Murasaki's pussy continues to fill her mind with ecstasy for few moments more until its orgasmic spasms calm down.

Murasaki sighs in longing shame, she doesn't know what came over her. She shuts her eyes and allows herself to fall backwards, now laying face up on the floor in depression. Imu would never do such a thing with Murasaki. Murasaki should be glad Imu even afforded her the privileged of returning to Hebijo. Nothing could ever make Imu love Murasaki again... much less love her in the ways she just envisioned.

Murasaki feels sad enough to cry, but has been so used to feeling like this for so many years that her eyes wouldn't water if she tried. Murasaki is pulled out of her depressive spiral by the persistent arousal above her pussy. She has neglected her shameful cock while masturbating, and is going to have to finish up properly before she can do anything else. Murasaki opens her eyes and looks up.

"BOO"





Murasaki's eyes blow wide open in shock and she scrambles in a panic, trying to pull her pajama bottoms up as fast as possible while standing up, trying to register what just happened.
"...Ahahahahaha!"
Murasaki stands by her computer. Her fists tremble as her eyes are burning with meek anger and an exceptionally obvious tent has been pitched in the dampened crotch of her pajama bottoms. She glares at whatever just startled her.

Ryouna. What is possibly Murasaki's most hated underclassmen... her dreaded alarm clock ever since she began attending this school... is having a total laughing fit before her.
"Ahaha! If-if only you could have seen the...haha... t-the way you jumpAhahahaha!"
Murasaki keeps glaring in rage. After a few moments of futily trying to kill Ryouna with the power of her mind, Murasaki says something.
"W-W-What the fuck are you doing I-In my room!?"
Ryouna's manages to control her laughter, still giggling slightly as she rubs water off of her red, mismatched eyes.
"..eheh... I...I came to wake you up again, Murasleepy~. We-we missed our classes!"
Murasaki is startled upon hearing the word 'classes'... and suddenly notices a terrible odor coming off Ryouna.
"T-Today isn't a day off?"
Ryouna playfully smiles and shakes her head in confirmation. Murasaki suddenly fears for her attendance.
"Then why the hell didn't you wake me up you dumb c..." Murasaki's words are cut off by the distracting smell.
Ryouna shrugs.
"I actually got a little curious, I wanted to see how long you'd stay in bed by yourself, Murasleeeeepy~"

Murasaki examines Ryouna's intent using her unusual sense of smell. She smells... very lewd things going through Ryouna's mind. She's suddenly very aware of the fact her hard erection is still tenting outward from her pajama bottoms, and realizes Ryouna has been staring directly at it for as long as they've been talking.

"H-How long have you been in here!?"
Murasaki's anger is suddenly replaced with humiliation. Ryouna turns and looks at Murasaki's clock.
"Well I came up at the usua... wow, it's already 3pm!"
Murasaki is surprised at how fast time went by and checks her clock as well, 3:02pm. Ryouna is correct.
"Anyhooo~... So I came up at the usual 4am to getcha like a good teammate should!.."
'good teammate...' Murasaki snidely remarks in her head.
"Then I realized I didn't feel like training either, so I figured I'd just hide up in your room today with you~"

"...What."
"D-Don't worry! I didn't touch anything! lil' ole' me was just sitting on her phone, hiding in the corner letting you snooze along all morning~"
"No... I don't give a shit about that... How much did you see?"
Ryouna's eyes widen as she realizes what Murasaki is talking about.
"Oh that! Y-Yeah I saw a lot..."
Ryouna briefly fakes innocence while smiling at Murasaki in pretend shame. Murasaki is beginning to get angry again.
"Ooaah you were so hot, lil' Murasexy~. Touching yourself all over, those cute little breaths, ignoring that hard cock and teasing that hot pussy instead... I-I couldn't ignore myself like that~ I got pretty horny watching you pant 'ah' 'I-Imu~' 'Imu~' 'Imu!' under your breaths~! I couldn't help but touch myself watching you go~ I never even knew you wanted to fuck your sister as much as I did! Wh-What did you imagine Imu doing to you? H-Hau~ If I had a cock as big as you do I'd wanna fuck her too~ p-poor Ryouna doesn't even have a cock, though... A-Are you big enough to tittyfuck yourself? You look like it! Did you ever try it? Ryouna always wanted to try it! Haau... Ryouna is so jealous of Murasexy right now~ I bet you could even suck yourself~..."

Ryouna spends the next few minutes in her own world, asking inappropriate rapid-fire questions and moaning as Murasaki simply looks on in disgust. Eventually, Ryouna's hands start trailing off as she makes lewder and lewder thoughts, and begins rubbing her breasts and running her fingers along her wet crotch as she describes more obscenities. Ryouna gets as far as sliding her fingers beneath her waistband before Murasaki steps in.

"...Ry-ryouna got so excited watching Murasexy~! Ryouna couldn't help but touch herself too~! R-Ryouna was going going to keep hiding but S-seeing Murasexy cum so hard makes Ryouna want to play tooOOO~!
"Sh-Shut up!"
Ryouna perks up as she's suddenly brought back into the real world.
"L-lets fuck!"
Murasaki is taken aback.
"W-wha- NO!"

"...Haaau..."
Ryouna sighs in compliance. Then suddenly darts around Murasaki with ninja-like speed.
"What are you-"
Ryouna kneels down behind Murasaki, pressing her face into the side of Murasaki's hips, squishing her cheek into Murasaki's pajama bottoms and gluing her eyes to the throbbing meat "hidden" under Murasaki's clothing as her arms tightly wrap around her hips.
"Get away from me!"
Murasaki tries to push Ryouna off of herself, but finds their strengths are equally matched as Ryouna succeeds in fighting just as hard to stay attached to Murasaki as Murasaki fights to get Ryouna off of herself.
"Haauu~ Good idea! Ryouna'll do all the work while Murasaki bullies Ryouna~"
"No you stupid bitch get off of me!"
"HAAAU~"

Ryouna's hands get to work. Fighting against Murasaki's best efforts, she manages to pull down Murasaki's pajama bottoms, leaving her hard cock bouncing freely in the air. Ryouna's eyes widen in excitement as Murasaki continues to shove her palms into her face.
"H-h-haaau~ look at how big it is~"
Ryouna's dainty hands start grabbing all over Murasaki's crotch, touching whatever they find.
"...st-stop!"
Against Murasaki's best efforts, Ryouna is now digging her fingers deep into Murasaki's pussy, deeper than Murasaki would ever dare, while excitedly stroking Murasaki's cock, faster and more tightly than Murasaki ever has before. Ryouna's fast actions quickly cause pussy juices and precum to splatter onto the floor beneath Murasaki, as her sexual organs are jump started and kicked into overdrive by the professional pervert.
"...y-...y-y... st-stop!"
Murasaki's legs give out from the pleasure, and she collapses backwards with Ryouna. First Murasaki's heavy ass crashes on top of Ryouna's bosom as Ryouna falls underneath her, then the rest of her upper body falls down flat on her back with a thud, knocking the back of her head on the floor and causing her breasts to bounce so forcefully that two buttons pop on her pajama top, exposing an opening into her cleavage.
"Ah... y-you stu...stup-"
"Hauhauhau~! Crush Ryouna again! Again! Again, Master, again!"
Murasaki has just been knocked too silly to even question what Ryouna just called her.

Ryouna has created a sight to behold within Murasaki's bedroom. On the floor beside Murasaki's bed, a mess of purple hair has been strewn about by their fall. The masochist lays pinned down underneath her partner, her torso squished firmly underneath the weight of Murasaki's butt, making her breaths delightfully strained as her head pokes out from the side to see what she's doing. Murasaki's crotch is perched up high into the air, resting atop Ryouna's chest and her not-quite-as-massive bosom. Murasaki's legs writhe about of their own free will, as Murasaki is too distracted by pleasure to control them. Murasaki's hips shake feverishly on top of Ryouna's tits as though they were being vibrated, as Ryouna continues to plunge her fingers into Murasaki's wet pussy and stroke the slippery, precum covered cock with no signs of slowing down or stopping.

"Oooh... Ryouna can feel it cuming~"
Murasaki's mouth opens wide in a soft moan as she looks up over her breasts. She bucks her hips high above the air and tenses up, orgasm flowing through her veins as cum begins to shoot out of her cock.
"Haaau~! Yes!"
Ryouna's hands pump even quicker than before, overstimulating Murasaki's pussy and dick to milk as much cum out of this orgasm as possible. As Ryouna frantically strokes Murasaki's pulsating cock, spurts of watery white cum fly into the air with wildly different trajectories, before raining back down on the two girls' bodies with messy, noisy splatters, painting them white. After a few moments, Murasaki's orgasm dies down to a trickle, making a mess of her cock as Ryouna still tries to feverishly milk more cum out of it, then stops completely.

Ryouna grumbles in disappointment beneath Murasaki.
"Hrrm... Is that all? Ryouna needs more than that, Master!"
Ryouna's hand restarts its movement, stroking Murasaki's poor cock ever faster than before, moving almost at a blur at this point.
"...Ry-Ry-Ryo-Ryo-n-a... s-s-st-stop..."
Murasaki's eyes are rolled back into her head as her mouth hangs open in a tremble, her hands are gripping fistfuls of own hair off the ground as she tries to endure the punishment of Ryouna stroking her hyper-sensitive, post-orgasm cock.
"Oh, Okay."
Ryouna lets go of Murasaki's cock. She was grabbing it so tightly that there are marks from her fingers along the shaft, that quickly fade away as they becomes beet-red like the rest of her over-beaten member. After being released, a final wad of cum trickles out the tip that was previously trapped under Ryouna's iron grip, adding to the slimy white layer of cum covering Murasaki.

Ryouna pouts. To her, Murasaki's load really wasn't all that much. No, despite her face and legs being covered in a dozen heavy droplets of fluid, with countless more having left a milky white coat of cum all over Murasaki's hair, legs, crotch and breasts, and one decisive cum splatter across Murasaki's nose, this was not enough. Ryouna effortlessly slips out from underneath Murasaki, letting her master's hips fall to the floor with a gentle bounce, as the rapidly softening erection bounces atop Murasaki's fluid-soaked crotch like it's made of jelly.

Ryouna stands over the delirious, babbling Murasaki. Placing her pussy-juice soaked hand onto her hip and her cum soaked finger on her chin, she thinks. Aren't dickgirls like this supposed to make a lot of cum? This is really hardly any, a third of a cup at best, and who knows how long Murasaki has been saving up for this. She isn't even that big either. This is actually her first time with a futanari, but Ryouna has read more than enough doujins to make an accurate judgement: Murasaki is definitely on the tiny end of the spectrum. That was eight inches at best. That would have been good if she were a boy but that's barely even big enough to be a vein on the biggest girlcocks she's seen. What good is a girlcock anyway if it isn't big enough to crush somebody under its own weight? No balls, either... so no sperm. What's up with that? What good is cum if it won't even make a girl pregnant? It's almost no fun if she doesn't have to worry about getting impregnated. That might explain why she produces so little cum, though.

Oh well. Ryouna is gonna have to make the most with what she has. She suddenly smells the semen on her face, and curiously licks the white fluid off her finger.
"...ech"
Pungently bitter and salty. As if Murasaki wasn't disappointing enough already, her cum doesn't even taste good. If Ryouna is going to salvage this situation at all she'll need to get Murasaki to eat more fruit.

"...Well... time for round two!"

Ryouna finishes her thoughts and returns to her excited, lustful self as she finishes slurping the last of Murasaki's cum off her sticky hand. Ryouna drops on all fours next to Murasaki's hips and looks over at Murasaki's face. Murasaki has passed out as her chest heaves heavily with each tired breath.
"Haaau... master is so cute when she sleeps~"
Evidently enough, Murasaki's stamina will need improving as well, if this is seriously going to be a thing.

Ryouna's eyes trail back across Murasaki's cum-covered body, over her bulging breasts as she peers into her soft cleavage. The surviving buttons still securely pull the taught pajama top over her breasts. Ryouna decides to make it easier for her busty master to breath, and starts popping buttons one by one, starting from the bottom and working up.

After popping the last button, Ryouna holds both sides of her blouse shut...
"...Tada~"
...And flips Murasaki's top open like a book, eager to read its contents, as the gigantic breasts bounce with mass after being released from their prison. All four liters of k-cup flesh heave gently atop Murasaki's sleeping body, her smooth, perfect skin is blemished by numerous fabric marks temporarily pressed into it, a sign that Murasaki definitely wears undersized clothing. Appropriately large, palm- sized areolae puff out the top of her breasts, tipped with burgeoning pink, thumb-sized nipples. They almost seem to swell and distend with every breath, bulging out from Murasaki's breasts in a tantalizing fashion as though they struggle to contain the sheer volume of flesh held within.

"...A-Ah... wow~..."
Ryouna's mouth waters. The downright marvelous breasts in front of her are the most amazing pair of tits she's ever laid eyes upon. Her fingers begin to tremble, almost too excited to touch them, before realizing something. She peers back at Murasaki's flaccid dick. Then back at her tits. Then back again. Ryouna bites her lip and whines as she continues to ogle her master.
"...R-Ryouna doesn't know what to pick!"
Like an excited dog unable to decide between its many toys, Ryouna's hands dart back and forth between Murasaki's penis and her chest, attempting to grab some part of her to play with every time, but stopping and changing her mind repeatedly before actually touching anything.

Ryouna shrugs and giggles.
"Well, Ryouna is just gonna have to try and suck everything at once~"
Still on all fours next to Murasaki, Ryouna opens wide, then plants her lips onto Murasaki's hairy crotch, taking the sleepy girls flaccid member into her mouth. The skin of Murasaki's tender penis is spongy and swollen, practically beaten to a pulp by Ryouna's vigorous treatment, but Ryouna does not care. Ryouna hungrily laps up the cum still clinging to Murasaki's cock, swirling it around in her hot mouth as she cleans off Murasaki's messy appendage. Ryouna shuts her eyes while wiggling her hips left and right like a dog wags its tail, happily savouring her salty meal.
"MmmMMm~"

Ryouna realizes that Murasaki's cock has not grown any larger. Having ejaculated already barely even a minute ago, Murasaki is no doubt still within her refractory period, but Ryouna does not care. Ryouna's puffy, cum-covered cheeks pull inward as Ryouna begins to literally suck on Murasaki's cock, trying to forcibly draw blood out of the girl's body and back into her much more important dick. As soon as Ryouna starts, Murasaki's sensitive dick begins to swell up against its own will, re-inflating with blood as Ryouna's sucking creates a surprisingly powerful vacuum force in her mouth, drawing blood back into it with gusto. After a few moments Murasaki has stiffened to a tender 4 inches, and Ryouna begins bobbing her head up and down the soft, growing length within her mouth, trying to maintain suction as best as she can while she finds herself unable to resist stroking her master's cock with her warm, wet mouth.

Murasaki stirs and groans in her sleep, her subconscious clearly aware of whats happening, but she does not wake. Ryouna soon finds it difficult to keep Murasaki's swelling erection in her mouth as she makes a sloppy mess of saliva and cum all over her lips and Murasaki's damp crotch. In a few more moments, Murasaki has been brought back to her peak. The full eight and a half inches of agonizingly tender flesh is rapidly pumping in and out of Ryouna's throat as Ryouna's tongue licks it all over. Ryouna hums in satisfaction as it moves in her mouth, sending vibrations of painful pleasure across the unrecovered cock. Ryouna suddenly pulls the entire length out of her mouth with a pop.

"...puah... Alright, your turn is over~"
A trail of saliva leading Ryouna's lips to Murasaki's glans breaks, as Ryouna crawls on top of Murasaki. Murasaki's erection softens back down underneath Ryouna's crotch, their bodies parallel to each other as she peers down into Murasaki's breasts. The perfect, soft tits are simply unbelievable, and Ryouna finds herself too mesmerized to do anything, her eyes running up and around the round curves of her puffy chest as they slowly move with Murasaki's breathing. Murasaki never did take Ryouna up on her offer to touch each others' boobs...

Ryouna's hands spring to action. Her sweaty digits plunge into Murasaki's tits, digging her fingers deep into her flesh and squeezing the sensitive pair with all her might. Murasaki gasps in her sleep, her cock suddenly twitching back to life. Titflesh bulges out between Ryouna's fingers as she gropes Murasaki like an oversized stress ball, the feeling of touching something so soft and warm is almost as pleasurable for Ryouna as it is for Murasaki.

"Haaau~! M-Master is soooo jiggly~!"
Ryouna wiggles her hips in excitement, squeezing Murasaki's tender breasts within her grasp. Her titflesh burgeons outward within Ryouna's tight grip as she watches her puffy nipples quiver like jelly from being shaken around so much, expanding slightly from the stimulus. The satisfaction of squeezing Murasaki like some toy is enough to drive Ryouna to a horny pant, as Murasaki's breaths deepen with her sleeping arousal. Ryouna is now finding Murasaki's delicious-looking nubs impossible to resist as they tantalizingly sway before her eyes. Grabbing Murasaki's breasts, she carefully manipulates them, aiming both nipples together and pleasurably bumping them into each other. Ryouna grins in excitement, then dives mouth first onto Murasaki's nipples.

Murasaki loudly moans as Ryouna tugs on her very sensitive buds. Ryouna suckles roughly, rhythmically tugging on Murasaki's elastic areolae as her bulbous nipples throb inside her mouth from the suction, desperate for milk that didn't there. The lack of creamy sustenance in Ryouna's mouth makes her realize the futility of her effort. The girl has never been a mother after all. Instead of hungrily suckling, Ryouna starts to play with these dry nipples instead. Ryouna presses her lips down into Murasaki's areolae as she prods the nipples she holds captive in her mouth with her rough tongue, flicking and rolling them around her mouth relentlessly. Ryouna can't help but bite down on the tender nipples, making Murasaki moan once more at the sharp but pleasurable sensation.

"Mmph?"
Ryouna suddenly stops, and lifts her head, pulling on Murasaki's nipples then letting them go with a snap. The once-cute, rosy pink buds have been rendered disgustingly lewd: The tips are swollen from abuse and slathered in spit and traces of semen, with bite marks left in her bruised areolae.

Ryouna turns and looks behind herself, playfully pouting.
"...Y-Y-you wait your turn!"
Ryouna's hips currently hover directly above Murasaki's, and the rosy red tip of Murasaki's tired, but rock-hard erection is prodding Ryouna's drooling pussy. 

Never one for undergarments, Ryouna wears nothing underneath the extra short skirt of her custom Hebijo uniform, making the puffy, almost bare flesh of her vulva, her moist inner lips, her prominent clitoris and her heart-shaped blonde landing strip all plainly visible in the many the intentional upskirts she's made over the years. Ryouna feels the hot tip of Murasaki's cock rubbing against her lower lips, and in an unusually domineering way, pretends to get angry.
"J-j-Just what you you think you're doing?"
Ryouna scolds Murasaki's cock, as she wiggles her hips, rubbing her lips against it in a tease.
"R-Ryouna h-has no pa-patience for im-impatience! F-for that you're b-being punished!"

Ryouna reaches between her legs and grabs Murasaki's erection. Using her hand, she bends it upward, holding it flat against Murasaki's stomach. Ryouna lets go of it as she drops her hips down on Murasaki's waist, pinning the cock underneath her wet pussy.
"Ry-Ryouna's gonna squish you for that!"
Straddling her thick thighs around Murasaki, Ryouna starts to grind on Murasaki's cock with her pussy, rocking her thighs back and forth on Murasaki's midsection giving it a liberal coating of pussy juice. Ryouna quickly starts to lose her composure, feeling the hard rod throbbing against her pussy lips as she rides up and down it.
"H-h-ha-haau~!"
Ryouna's suddenly finds herself rubbing herself with both hands, all ten of her fingers fighting over her sensitive button while the underside of Murasaki's hot shaft digs into her drooling slit.

Murasaki grumbles, her eyes crack open as she feels a weight rocking back and forth on her.
"uwa..."
Murasaki's eyes open wide, as she suddenly feels an orgasmic rush run through her.
"h-haa?!"
"W-w-wait! N-no don't cum yet!"
Murasaki's cock suddenly begins to pulse, Ryouna's pussy feeling the flow of hot spunk directly underneath her lips as thick ropes of cum start splattering Murasaki's chest in short bursts. Murasaki starts gasping as her hypersensitive cock unleashes a new load all over her  body, causing her as much pain as it does pleasure.
"R-Ryouna wants to cum tooOOO!"
Ryouna practically howls as she starts grinding on Murasaki once more, desperately fingering herself in an attempt to match her master's ecstasy. Murasaki clenches her teeth, her throbbing cock is so sensitive that she feels each and every load travel up and spit out her red-hot dickhole, flooding her chest in cum as she orgasms against her will.
"I-I'll f-f-fuc-k-king k-k-ill y-yoOU!"
"HAAAAAU~"

After a dozen seconds, Murasaki's cock no longer has the energy to throb anymore as semen merely pours out from the tip, puddling around Murasaki's navel. Unaware that Murasaki's orgasm stopped, Ryouna desperately continues to ride Murasaki's cock, wishing to feel that same release.
"Hau-haa-haaau! A-al-almost! A-almost!"
"G-g-get THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"
Ryouna is knocked to her senses and freezes still after Murasaki screams at her.

Murasaki is a total mess. Her waist is completely soaked in pussy juice and puddles of her own cum. Her shaking breasts are coated in spit and even more of her own cum. Murasaki's face trembles as her eyes burn with rage and her mouth scowls nightmarishly (also covered in her own cum). Ryouna happily looks down at Murasaki.
"D-did master like cumming again~?"
Murasaki can't even think of anything to scream. Murasaki tries to get up, but feels her hair firmly tug at her scalp after lifting her head not even an inch off the ground. She is laying on top of her own hair, the purple strands tethering herself down to the ground as Ryouna's weight restricts her movement. Murasaki tries to kick Ryouna off of her, but feels nothing below her hips: Ryouna's torturous over-stimulation has left her legs completely unresponsive. Murasaki growls.
"...get... off... of... m-"

"H-Huh!? No no no no no!"
Ryouna suddenly panics.
"N-no stay hard! Stay hard!"
Ryouna suddenly feels Murasaki's tortured member shrinking underneath her pussy.
"R-Ryouna didn't have her turn to cum yet! Ryouna needs to feel good too!"
Murasaki's mouth opens as she tries to shout again, but is cut off by an involuntary gasp of pain. Ryouna has firmly wrapped her hand around Murasaki's shrinking girlcock and started stroking it desperately, desperately trying to keep it hard.
"Ryouna can't wait any longer! Ry-Ryouna needs master's girlcock now!"
Murasaki clenches her teeth and her eyes start watering. Having just came seconds ago after cumming previously merely minutes before that, her penis is red hot, almost literally burning with pain as Ryouna refuses to leave it alone. Ryouna panics as nothing stops the penis from deflating.
"R-Ryouna di-didn't think she'd have to use this, b-but master can't neglect Ryouna!"

Ryouna reaches a hand behind her back, and inexplicably pulls a small, but thick brass ring out of thin air. With a click, it unhinges open in her fingers. Ryouna brings the ring down, pressing it around the base of Murasaki's soft penis. With a small amount of effort, Ryouna closes it around Murasaki's cock with a second click, tightly constricting the shaft. Murasaki gasps upon feeling to cold metal touch her bruised cock.
"what... what are you..."
"Y-yes!"
Ryouna cheers and applauds her ingenuity, as Murasaki's cock stops deflating... and gradually starts growing again.
"...This little cockring is gonna keep master all pumped up for as long as Ryouna wants~"
Murasaki's rage subsides for a moment as she makes a confused expression. Murasaki doesn't quite understand what Ryouna means... but suddenly feels a strange new sensation in her crotch. Blood circulates into her member but is not able to re-exit. After seconds, Murasaki feels pressure building in her cock, as her heart pumps it fuller and fuller.

"T-th-this is amazing~"
Ryouna loudly exclaims... and Murasaki quietly feels the same way. The softest flesh of Murasaki's penis expand first: the normally discreet and tasteful blue lines webbed across Murasaki's fair cock bulge outward with each passing moment, inflating with backed up blood until Murasaki's stiffening member is entirely wrapped in thick, rigid veins, resembling some obscenely textured sex-toy. The fleshy glans of Murasaki's cockhead swells out, filling with blood as it distends to its limit, leaving the sensitive skin stretched thin around it like an overfilled party balloon as it flares up larger than it's ever been before. The shaft then begins to grow. Slowly but surely, trapped blood wells deep within Murasaki's hot member, forcing it to thicken and extend before Ryouna and Murasaki's eyes.

After a minute, Murasaki's cock stops growing, finally reaching its maximum capacity. Seemingly twice as thick as it was before and a full inch longer than it's ever been, Murasaki's over-inflated cock twitches as the veins its wrapped in pulse to her heartbeat. Ryouna and Murasaki pant as they simply stare at it.
"ahaaau... R-Ryouna never realized it would make master's cock even bigger~"
Ryouna Grabs Murasaki's absolutely rock-hard cock, and gives it a stroke. Murasaki actually moans in pleasure. Despite the soreness of her flesh, she marvels at the new feelings going on in the body part she thought she was so familiar with. Even more pressure builds within the ballooned cock as Ryouna firmly wraps her fingers around it, and feeling her full, distended veins being moved all along her shaft underneath her skin by Ryouna's suddenly gentle stroking is strangely pleasurable.
"D-does master like it~..."

Murasaki feebly pants, but her willpower has not left her as she weakly shakes her head in disapproval despite her true feelings. Ryouna interprets this as a "yes" and continues. Ryouna raises her hips up, giggling in excitement, as she points Murasaki's swollen cock towards her drooling lips.
"It's Ry-Ryouna's turn to feel good! Ryouna's!"

Ryouna suddenly drops down, taking all nine and a half inches of cock at once as it splits open her pussy, barging its way into Ryouna's tight insides
"hhhaaaaAAAAAUUU!"
Ryouna practically screams in delight while Murasaki grunts in unwanted pleasure. Ryouna's hips start moving on their own as she works Murasaki's cock around inside her love tunnel, the head and veins of Murasaki's rock-hard cock dig into Ryouna's smooth, hot insides, pleasing Ryouna in ways no finger or dildo ever could. Murasaki feels the same, the ecstasy of her swollen cock being swallowed up by Ryouna's wet, quivering mess of a pussy simply trounces the pathetic 'pleasure' of jacking off. Murasaki mumbles in resistance.
"..R...Ryouna... s...stop..."
But Ryouna doesn't listen. Ryouna briefly calms down from the pleasure of the initial entry.
"It's t-time for Ryouna's fun!"

Ryouna suddenly leans forward, planting her palms on Murasaki's tits, and begins grabbing them as best as she can despite the slimy, lubricating cum they are soaked with, and starts bouncing up and down on Murasaki's cock while moaning numerous times in delight.
"M-master is breaking Ryouna's pussy~ Mmmhph~"
Ryouna buries her face into Murasaki's cum soaked cleavage, while lewd squishing sounds permeate Murasaki's room as Ryouna's hungry pussy keeps working Murasaki's throbbing cock. Murasaki moans in surprise as Ryouna begins licking and kissing her sensitive breasts clean of her own cum, hungrily lapping up her liquid white meal and leaving a sheen of clear spit where ever her mouth goes.
"R-Ryouna wants m-more! F-feed Ryouna more, master!"
Ryouna trails her mouth over to Murasaki's left nipple, biting it and holding it with her teeth, then pulls it over to her right nipple, holding both teats within her mouth once more as she begins suckling and kneading Murasaki's breasts with her hands and mouth. In the moment, Ryouna clearly forgot Murasaki does not lactate, but Ryouna doesn't care right now as her entire body undulates lewdly, her hips bouncing up and down trying to Milk Murasaki's cock for all its worth and her head bobbing up and down trying to drain Murasaki's breasts for all they're worth

"...haaah... Ry-Ryouna..."
After a short minute, Murasaki begins to feel release again. Ryouna suddenly pops her mouth off of Murasaki's nipples and throws her head up in a series of howls.
"ha-ha-hhaaaaAAAAUUU!"
Ryouna's pussy trembles as she slams her crotch "balls deep" onto Murasaki, milking Murasaki's cock with her spasming vaginal muscles as girlcum leaks out of Ryouna's tight pussy in waves. The two girls experience orgasm together as Ryouna's clear fluid squirts into Murasaki's cum-soaked purple crotch. Murasaki's hips buck as Ryouna bounces her quivering insides on Murasaki's thick, ribbed shaft, splattering both of their bodies in each other's orgasmic fluids for what feels like an eternity.

After cumming for the third time in five minutes, Murasaki's head starts spinning in delirium once more,  her sticky, spit-laden chest heaves with each exhausted breath as her overexerted body desperately tries to recover. The 'haaus' finally die down as Ryouna's orgasm finishes as well, and Ryouna is left panting lustfully above her messy master. Ryouna lowers herself, laying her body on top of Murasaki's and resting her happy little cum-drenched head between Murasaki's boobs.
"Did master have f-"
Murasaki's fist strikes Ryouna square in the temple.





The next morning, Murasaki finds herself violently woken up yet again by that obnoxious swine.
"Up! Up up! Wake up Murasleepy wake up!"
After "cleaning up" yesterday, the exhausted truant merely went straight back to bed. Despite sleeping almost all day yesterday, Murasaki still managed to wake up very tired (and very hungry). Murasaki slides her blanket off herself and Bebe, and cracks open her eyes.

"Haaau~ Goodmorning Murasleepy~!"
Ryouna struggles to stand up next to Murasaki's bed after placing down a glass of pineapple juice and a bowl of fresh cut fruit onto Murasaki's nightstand. Ryouna's fractured left tibia has been encased in a full legged cast, gingerly lifted off the ground as a crutch nestled underneath her bruised left arm supports her weight instead. Her right arm rests in a sling draped around Ryouna's braced neck. It is also in a cast, for almost every bone to break in it has been broken. Ryouna smiles earnestly using the busted and stitched-back together lips underneath a bruised, broken and re-straightened nose. Ryouna's green eye is concealed under a medical eye-patch and her blue eye is now black, but still manages to shine with pure, sincere happiness. The rest of her body is laced in bruises, cuts and stitches from her and Murasaki's "extracurricular activities" yesterday.

And yet none of that seems to phase this indestructible masochist as she happily assists her new master with her morning routine.
"Did you sleep well~?"
Ryouna stumbles, not used to that crutch yet, but quickly regains her balance.
"I-I won't be able to do any training today... you know why..."
Ryouna mischievously smiles as Murasaki begrudgingly sits up.
"B-but we can still have a lot of fun before you go to class~"
Murasaki blinks her eyes.
"I even went and took the liberty of waking you up an hour early..."
Murasaki instantly looks at her clock. It reads 2:58am.
"...So we'll have all the time we need to fuck again~!"

Murasaki throws the clock at Ryouna's head and pulls her blanket back over herself, clutching Bebe to her chest. The pleasant sounds of Ryouna moaning in pleasure and agony on the floor slowly soothe Murasaki back to sleep.