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"How was it?"
"How... I'm not sure what to say."
When I asked Aika for her thoughts after the stream ended, she gave me a dissatisfied look. To put it bluntly, she seemed a little troubled.
This stream happened because Aika wanted it. Aika, who has a gangbang fantasy, was drawn to the idea of broadcasting her indecent acts online for the world to see, and she volunteered to participate herself.
As a result, Aika ended up exposing her un-middle-schooler-like, beautiful E-cup (almost F-cup) breasts with their pale pink nipples to countless random men online. Not only that, but she even "serviced" a dildo together with Anna-chan, meeting the men's expectations. And the finale was probably a chat-based cybersex session with a foreign man who was likely well-endowed. Aika only dry-humped the dildo, but her bewitching figure must have guided countless men to blissful climaxes.
For Aika, with her gangbang fantasy, I thought it would be an incredibly special experience—but...
"It's just... not quite what I imagined, I guess. When it was Anna, it felt more like I was being violated by strangers..."
Strangers. That word shook me a little. I knew Aika had a gangbang fantasy—I understood that she wanted to be violated by multiple unknown men. But hearing her say it outright still hit me hard. Aika wants to be taken by men who aren't me.
"What we did was pretty much the same as when it was me, though."
Anna-chan had also done cybersex with a foreign man before. After seeing the recorded footage of that, Aika had volunteered to do the stream. But Anna-chan herself hadn't participated in cybersex since then. For her, it was only about showing people how she gets taken by me.
"Yeah, but... I just didn't really feel it, I guess?"
As she spoke, Aika looked deeply apologetic. She had asked for Anna-chan's help and knew she had worried me, her guardian, in the process. That was why she felt guilty for not achieving her original goal of "fulfilling her fantasy."
Still, I was secretly relieved. At the very least, Aika didn't have a desire to be taken by that foreign man with his dick bigger than the dildo.
"S-So, tell me—is that dildo or my dick bigger?"
When Anna-chan translated that in broken Japanese, it was probably less about comparing the dildo to the man's actual size and more about comparing me—Aika's boyfriend—to him. Anna-chan might have tried to soften the translation, but since there were viewers live-translating the French into English, I could vaguely grasp the meaning.
"Obviously, yours is bigger."
Hearing that, the man must have been thrilled. To be told his dick was far bigger than mine must have filled him with masculine pride.
In reality, Aika was only comparing the dildo to the man's dick, but it amounted to the same thing. The dildo used in the stream was already a size larger than mine. And if the foreign man's was even bigger than that, then it must have been nearly twice my size.
"What did you think when you saw that foreign guy's dick?"
I decided to ask her directly. It wasn't some weird fetish or a competitive thing—I just wanted to know the extent of Aika's desires.
"It's not like... I've seen that kind of size in foreign porn before."
After discovering my and Anna-chan's videos, Aika had gone through a phase of watching foreign porn. She must have been trying to figure out her own desires, but her tone was completely calm.
In other words, Aika didn't seem to have a thing for huge dicks. That was at least somewhat reassuring. If she could only be satisfied by a foreigner-sized monster, I'd never be able to fulfill her for the rest of my life.
"...But when I took off my bra and the comments flooded in—even though I didn't understand them—it gave me a little thrill."
Her face slightly red, Aika muttered in a small voice. I had been caught off guard too, but her reaction was clearly different from when we were talking about the guy's size.
"Even if you didn't understand the words?"
I remembered the moment Aika took off her bra in front of the webcam—the flood of comments that followed. They were probably cheers from the viewers. Even if the languages were mostly French and other foreign tongues, I could guess the general meaning.
"I am a teenage girl, you know. I could tell what kind of reactions they were having."
The way she said they made me feel a faint sense of attachment—or was that just my imagination? Maybe, compared to the foreign man who showed off his dick, Aika felt something more toward the faceless, nameless crowd.
Exhibitionism.
A desire to be seen by countless men.
Or maybe just wanting to be fawned over by a lot of guys.
Several hypotheses floated through my head, but none of them led to a clear answer. It seemed the same for Aika—she herself didn't fully understand where her sexual desires lay.
"Then what about what happened in the classroom that day?"
"Huh?"
The only clue I had left was the sex we had in the classroom during the cultural festival.
"That day, you were imagining being raped by Mr. Gondou, right? What kind of teacher is he, anyway?"
That day, while having sex with me, Aika had confessed that she was fantasizing about being violated by Mr. Gondou, an actual P.E. teacher. And during that fantasy, she had been more obscenely, wildly turned on than ever before.
"He's just... a normal P.E. teacher. That day, when you were taking me from behind and I couldn't see your face anymore, I just... wondered for a second. What if it wasn't you, but Mr. Gondou doing this to me?"
Whether out of embarrassment or guilt, Aika's words were halting. Looking back, she might have been reluctant to confess her kinks in front of Anna-chan. Anna-chan herself had turned bright red at Aika's shocking admission.
"What about you, Anna-chan? What's Mr. Gondou like from your perspective?"
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Anna-chan was flustered but answered in a relatively calm tone—unlike when she was translating during the stream.
"...I also think he's just a normal P.E. teacher. He's young, recently married, and decent-looking, but I've never heard any rumors about him making moves on students. He's just a nice guy who treats everyone equally."
From the way Anna-chan spoke, Mr. Gondou sounded like a genuinely decent person—not the kind of sleazeball who would prey on students. Not that I had any room to talk.
"But in your fantasy, Mr. Gondou forced himself on you, right?"
Aika's fantasy had involved Mr. Gondou stripping her naked and raping her. That didn't line up with what Anna-chan was saying.
"That's why it's a fantasy! Mr. Gondou is secretly a beast, with a huge dick, and he dominates me in rough sex—that's the whole point!"
Maybe to clear Mr. Gondou's name or to scold me for not understanding the difference between reality and fantasy, Aika spoke with unusual force. She seemed to think I was suspicious of her actual relationship with him.
"Besides, I have no idea how big Mr. Gondou's dick is!"
Well, yeah. It'd be a problem if she did know.
So it really was just a fantasy—pure fiction.
"But... he doesn't look at you in a perverted way? You mentioned it before, during that costume play. About teachers who peek at your see-through bras or panty lines during P.E."
She might have forgotten, but Aika and I had once roleplayed as a P.E. teacher and a student. The teacher I played would stare at Aika's sheer bras and the panty lines visible through her gym shorts.
Looking back, maybe Aika had already been aware of her desires back then. Or at least, subconsciously fantasizing about being taken by a P.E. teacher.
"I-It's fine! That kind of thing only happened once or twice!"
My sudden concern must have startled her. Worried I might transfer her out of Northwest Middle School, Aika rushed to defend the teachers.
"Besides, it's not just Mr. Gondou—sometimes you can feel male teachers looking. Right, Anna?"
Aika seemed to think it was normal for middle school girls to occasionally sense lustful gazes from men. Anna-chan, who had experienced it too, couldn't argue.
But speaking as a man, if there were two middle schoolers with bodies as ridiculously sexy as theirs, it was only natural for guys to notice their curves. They had no idea how exceptional they were.
"Anyway, enough about Mr. Gondou! The only time he 'raped' me was in my imagination that one time. Yeah, I came like crazy, but the one actually fucking me was your dick!"
My persistence about Mr. Gondou had made Aika a little angry. She seemed offended, as if I were accusing her of being the kind of girl who would sleep with anyone.
She might fantasize about other men, but she would never let anyone but me have her. That was Aika's bottom line.
"I know, but..."
In the end, we were back to square one in figuring out Aika's desires. I had thought the online stream might satisfy her to some extent, but reality wasn't so kind. Like any father struggling to understand his teenage daughter, I was left scratching my head, wondering what would truly fulfill her.