Back in the classroom, the mundane drone of the teacher's voice is just background noise to Ken. His mind is trapped on the rooftop, replaying the horrifying, yet undeniably arousing, scenes. Riko's face, a mask of shame and unwilling pleasure. Hiro's brutal conquest. The image of her naked body, glistening with sweat, her D-cup breasts heaving, her pussy exposed and glistening—it's seared into his brain. He tries to push it away, but the sheer raw power of it ignites a dark, forbidden fire within him. He finds himself fantasizing about doing her himself, just like Hiro, a twisted desire that sends a jolt of shame and arousal through him.
Then, Nana flickers into his thoughts. A cold knot tightens in his stomach. He didn't see her when he got back to the sports field. Had she gone to her class with her friends? Or had Takashi, that greasy senior with the leering eyes, managed to corner her? He remembers Takashi's lustful face, the way he'd practically devoured Nana with his gaze earlier. A wave of unease washes over him. He needs to know more. He needs to find out what really happened to her, what she's endured.
The final bell's ring is a welcome release. He waits for Nana, the promise of walking her home a flimsy excuse for his deeper, more unsettling curiosity. He needs to see her, to look for any signs of change, any new shadows in her eyes. The urge to know, to unravel the secrets, burns fiercely within him, pushing him deeper into this web of perversion and complicity.
Minutes later, Nana appears, walking towards Ken with her usual bright energy. She's undeniably beautiful, a vibrant counterpoint to the anxiety churning in his gut. Her school uniform – the familiar white shirt and short plaid skirt – seems to cling to her in a way that subtly highlights her figure. The short skirt rides high on her toned thighs, hinting at the smooth skin beneath, while the white shirt, though not tight, drapes just enough to show the gentle swell of her breasts. Her long, auburn hair, usually bouncing playfully, falls around her shoulders, framing a face that is both innocent and alluring.
Ken tries to plaster on a casual smile. "Hey, Nana," he greets, his voice a little rougher than he intends. "You good? How was PT?" He can't help but remember seeing her with Takashi and those other senior guys, their eyes devouring her.
Nana's smile falters, just a fraction. She looks away for a moment, a hesitation that Ken immediately catches. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she says, her voice a little too bright. "PT was... fine. Just the usual drills."
Ken's curiosity is instantly piqued, now tinged with a cold dread. Her pause, that subtle shift in her demeanor – it screams that something happened. He needs to know. He needs to peel back the layers without scaring her off. He remembers the images of Riko, the proof of her violation, and a terrifying realization hits him: Nana could be next, or already is.
"I tried to find you on the field, actually," Ken says, trying to sound casual, letting a hint of concern seep into his voice. "But you were kind of surrounded. By some seniors, right? Takashi was there, and a couple of other guys. They were... pretty close to you." He watches her face, subtly trying to gauge her reaction, pushing, squeezing for details without being too direct.
Nana flinches, her gaze darting away again. The casualness of her uniform, which had seemed so innocent moments before, now feels like a thin veil over a deeper discomfort. Ken sees her swallow hard, her fingers unconsciously going to the buttons of her shirt.
Nana, sensing Ken's probing questions, quickly shifts gears, her expression smoothing over as she regains her composure. She's a master at navigating awkward situations, a skill born from years of being the center of attention. "It was nothing, Ken-kun," she says, her voice light, dismissing his concern. "Just a few guys being silly."
Just as she finishes speaking, a shadow falls over them. Takashi is there, his hulking frame casting a pall over the bright hallway. His gaze, usually fixed on Nana with a predatory lust, now swivels to Ken, and his expression hardens, becoming openly aggressive. The casual atmosphere shatters, replaced by a palpable tension.
Takashi's eyes narrow as he takes in Ken's proximity to Nana. In his mind, Nana is already his, a prize he's claimed, even if she's denying him harshly behind closed doors. Ken's presence is an insult, a challenge to his perceived ownership. His bully instinct flares, raw and unbridled, and Ken, suddenly, is the prey.
"What are you doing talking to her, shrimp?" Takashi growls, his voice low and menacing, a clear warning.
Ken's jaw tightens. He feels the surge of anger, the desire to retaliate, but he remembers Riko, remembers Hiro's threats. He forces himself to remain silent, to keep his composure.
Nana steps forward, placing herself between them, her small frame a fragile barrier. "Takashi-kun, please," she says, her voice firm but tinged with a desperate plea for calm. "We were just talking. Ken-kun is my friend."
Takashi scoffs, his eyes raking over Nana's school uniform, clinging to her alluring body. His gaze lingers on the subtle curve of her breasts beneath the white shirt, then drops to her short skirt, riding high on her thighs. "Friend?" he sneers, his words dripping with contempt. "She's mine. You stay away from her." He reaches out, his hand grasping Nana's arm, pulling her possessively towards him.
Nana flinches, her eyes wide with alarm. "Takashi-kun, stop! You're hurting me!" she protests, trying to pull away, but his grip is firm.
Ken's fists clench. He wants to step in, to tear Takashi's hand off her, but he's frozen, caught between his protective instincts and the paralyzing fear of escalating the situation. His groin hardens with a sick mix of anger and a perverse fascination as he watches Takashi's blatant display of ownership over Nana's sexy body. The situation is rapidly spiraling out of control, and Nana's attempts to negotiate are clearly not going well.
Nana's eyes flash with a rare, furious defiance. She pulls her arm from Takashi's grasp, her voice sharp with anger. "How dare you, Takashi-kun!" she snaps, her gaze burning into him. "Ken-kun is my childhood friend! I've known him longer than anyone! You have no right to tell him to 'stay away' from me!" Her chest heaves with indignation, her short skirt swaying with her sudden movement.
Takashi, taken aback by her outburst, momentarily falters. His aggressive posture softens, replaced by a forced, contrite expression. "Nana-chan, I... I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice surprisingly subdued. "I didn't mean it like that. I just... I just want you for myself." He tries to reach for her hand, but she recoils.
Nana glares at him, her anger still simmering. "I don't accept your apology. You have no right to act like this."
Takashi's face hardens, his momentary contrition vanishing. He glances around, ensuring no one is listening, then, with a swift, brutal movement, he grabs Nana's arm again, yanking her roughly away from Ken. He pulls her close, pressing her body against his, his breath hot against her ear. "If you keep doing this, Nana-chan," he whispers, his voice low and menacing, "if you keep pushing me away, if you keep trying to hang around with him... I can't guarantee Ken's safety."
Nana's eyes widen in terror, her body stiffening against his. The threat, cold and chilling, cuts through her anger, striking at her deepest vulnerability. The image of Ken, her kind, quiet childhood friend, being hurt because of her, flashes in her mind. She feels a profound, sickening helplessness.
She wants to scream, to lash out, but the words are choked in her throat. She doesn't want Ken to be dragged into this nightmare, to suffer because of her problems, because of Takashi's twisted obsession. Her gaze darts to Ken, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate warning to stay away. The subtle curve of her breasts presses against Takashi's chest, her short skirt rides high on her thighs with their forced proximity, a cruel testament to her powerlessness. She's trapped, her body held captive, her will broken by the terrifying ultimatum.
Takashi's grip on Nana's arm tightens, his gaze unwavering, the unspoken threat against Ken hanging heavy in the air. "I have a better solution, Nana-chan," he says, his voice a low, menacing purr. "One where your little friend Ken doesn't get hurt at all." He glances at Ken, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. "But we need to discuss it... privately. Just you and me." He begins to pull Nana away, his intentions clear.
Nana's eyes, wide with terror, dart to Ken. She knows she has no choice. The thought of Ken being hurt because of her is unbearable. She forces a trembling smile, a desperate attempt to reassure him. "It's fine, Ken-kun," she says, her voice strained, a hollow echo of her usual cheerfulness. "Everything's fine now. I... I just have to go with Takashi-kun." She pulls her arm from Takashi's grasp, subtly placing herself between them for a brief moment, her eyes pleading with Ken to understand, to let her go home alone.
Ken's fists clench. He sees the fear in Nana's eyes, the forced smile, the desperate plea. He watches, helpless, as Takashi, his triumph palpable, places a possessive hand on Nana's lower back and steers her away. Nana casts one last, desperate glance at Ken, a silent apology in her eyes, before she disappears down the hallway, following where Takashi takes her, into the unknown.
Takashi leads Nana not towards the usual bustling areas of the school, but down a quiet, less-traveled hallway. The heavy door to the photo club creaks open, revealing an empty, silent room. The soft studio lights from their previous photoshoot are off, leaving the space in a dim, unsettling twilight. Nana feels a cold knot of dread tighten in her stomach. This is the place. The place where his hands had roamed, where her discomfort had been a silent scream. Being here, alone with Takashi now, sends a wave of profound unease through her.
She clutches her school bag tighter, her voice strained. "What did you want to discuss, Takashi-kun?"
Takashi closes the door behind them, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. He doesn't bother with small talk. "I want to date you, Nana-chan," he states, his voice low and possessive. "Officially. I don't mind you hanging out with Ken. He's your childhood friend, right? In fact, I'll even protect him. Make sure no one messes with him." He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on the subtle curves of her school uniform. "Otherwise... well, otherwise, Ken and I could become enemies. Or even nemesis. It's really up to you."
Nana's eyes widen in horror. The casual way he delivers the threat, the chilling implication of harm to Ken, sends a shockwave through her. "No!" she whispers, her voice filled with a desperate plea. "Don't... don't drag him into this!"
Nana's eyes, wide with a desperate plea, fix on Takashi. "I don't like you, Takashi-kun!" she cries, her voice trembling. "It's impossible for me to be with you!" The words are a raw, emotional truth, ripped from her.
Takashi's grin doesn't falter, but his eyes harden, a chilling gleam entering them. He takes a step closer, invading her personal space, his presence overwhelming. "That's your decision, Nana-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "A decision that will make Ken into a lot of trouble. Don't think for a second I won't do it."
He pauses, letting the threat hang heavy in the air, watching the terror bloom in her eyes. "If you don't like me," he continues, his tone deceptively casual, "that's fine. Just date me till the end of this school year. That's all I ask. This year, I graduate, and you won't ever have to see me again. For me, this year is enough. But for this year, Nana-chan, you have to be a good girl for me. You understand?"
His gaze sweeps over her, lingering on the subtle curves of her school uniform, a possessive claim. "If not," he says, his voice dropping to a cold, flat menace, "I'll beat Ken every day. Every single day. Don't think I can't do it." He watches her face, savoring the horror that washes over it, knowing he has her utterly trapped.
Nana's voice, though still trembling, found a sliver of defiance. "I... I won't go out with you in public, Takashi-kun," she states, her gaze firm despite the tears in her eyes. "But I can go on dates with you on the weekend. Secretly." It was a desperate compromise, a way to keep Ken safe without completely surrendering her public image.
Takashi's smile is cruel. He shakes his head slowly. "Weekend only? Unacceptable, Nana-chan. You're trying to set the rules now?" He takes a step closer, his presence looming over her. "But," he adds, his voice softening deceptively, "I'll make you a deal. If you don't want to go public, that's fine."
Nana's breath catches, a flicker of desperate hope.
"You'll just have to come to me," Takashi continues, his eyes burning with a possessive lust, "every time I want to meet you. In places like this." He gestures around the deserted photo club, the dim light lending a sinister air to the empty room. "Secretly. No one knowing. Just you and me." He watches her, savoring the horror that washes over her face, knowing he's got her trapped.
Nana's body trembles, her mind racing, searching for an escape. But there is none. The threat to Ken, the fear of public humiliation, the chilling reality of Takashi's control – it all weighs down on her. She is utterly powerless. "I... I accept," she whispers, the words a raw admission of defeat.
Takashi's grin widens, a triumphant leer. He reaches out, and with a sharp, possessive slap to her ass, he pulls her briefly against him. "Good girl, Nana-chan," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfied lust. He then releases her, his eyes raking over her form, a silent promise of the private encounters to come. He watches her, his triumphant gaze lingering until she turns and hurries out of the photo club, leaving him alone in the quiet, empty room, already planning their next secret meeting.