Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 56

 The classroom was buzzing.

Especially the girls.

They kept leaning in, whispering to me, "Aoi, did you see?"

I had no idea what they were talking about until the story came out: this morning, Yuu-kun had arrived at school holding hands with a blonde high school girl.

"I see," I replied with a composed face. My expression of anger isn't cheap enough to show just anyone.

The boy in question, sitting right next to me, seemed completely oblivious to the situation. He just looked a bit sleepy. When I asked if he'd stayed up late, he said, "Yeah, the neighbors were noisy." I asked if it was the house where we used to live. He said, "Yeah, they’re quite energetic," and I understood immediately.

In this neighborhood, facts travel faster than the speed of light, especially among women. And it’s usually the men—outsiders—who add the exaggerated "fins and scales" to the story. Even now, the girls were shaken by the fact that he walked to school holding hands with some blonde high schooler. The boys, adding their own unnecessary fantasies to the mix, seemed to be scouting for the right moment to go talk to him.

Come to think of it, Yuu-kun doesn't have any male friends. That makes sense. I’ve always felt there’s too much of a gap in mental age due to his upbringing. It’s not a happy thought, though. I’m the same way. Growing up watching my mother break down—selling her body just to crawl out of extreme poverty after being backed into a corner—left no room for anything like a "childhood."

Except for the fact that he was wealthy—no, because he was wealthy—he was probably even more solitary than I am. Of course, women overflowing with maternal instincts and lust weren't going to leave a boy like that alone; he was supposed to be the precocious lamb eaten by meddling wolves. But this past month, the lamb has stopped being a lamb. He’s starting to resemble those "enlightened beasts"—the kind of men who hang around my mother.

I hate it. It makes me feel sick.

"Aoi-san, is there something wrong with my face? You're staring at me pretty intensely."

Ah. I realized I had been glaring at him.

"Sorry. It’s not that... living alone must be tough, right?"

Using an escape like that to end the conversation is a bad habit of mine. I was sure it was Mayumi-san again, or maybe one of the three sisters on the other side. Oh, right—the third daughter was definitely in the high school division. Was she blonde?

During lunch, I messaged an acquaintance in the high school division. The reply I got was, "Want me to send you the sex tape?" I told them to stop it, that’s not what I meant. They shot back with, "What, did he get stolen from you?" Ugh, so annoying. Everything is getting too tangled. I called my mom and explained the situation.

"I’d love to have a quiet dinner with Yuu-kun sometime soon," she said.

"Mom, I get it. I'm sorry."

That should have handled it, but after school, I saw the blonde girl standing in front of the middle school. I felt a moment of relief, thinking nothing had happened, but the moment Yuu-kun approached her, three high school boys appeared out of nowhere like punks.

They started arguing, and I watched from a distance, wondering what to do—Mom was supposed to have had a teacher she’s close with handle this. Then, suddenly, one of the high schoolers went down. Then the others—wait, what? "Oh no, this is going to be a criminal case!" I thought as I ran over. But then... "Oh, Aoi-san? What’s up? Ah, it’s Yuriko-chan! You’ve grown up, I recognized you right away. Ah, so it is Aika-san."

"It's been a long time," I said.

"Yeah. Man, I hate getting caught at a time like this."

"Who are these people? Why are they lying on the ground?" I asked timidly. She just pointed at Yuu-kun. His cheek was red—a mark from being hit?

"Well, I’m not really sure whose fault this is," she said, looking my way. I’ve really been bad at dealing with Aika-san for a long time. "Anyway, I guess it’s fine. Let's go home, Yuu-kun."

The two of them walked away hand-in-hand. Naturally, I wanted to run away too, but I was told "this isn't what we agreed on" and was dragged into the high school building.

There, I met one of the high school teachers, a woman named Reiko Takahashi. She was supposed to be an acquaintance of my mom’s, but she just said, "Oh, Aoi-san, you can't do that," and then added, "I'll let you off if you use your mouth," as the male students' penises were pushed toward me.

My life is nothing but things like this. It makes me want to vomit.

"You boys, this is the only time you're allowed to do something like this. If you act on your own, Teacher will punish you severely," she said.

"Y-yes, Teacher... we understand." "W-we're good students." They were all terrified in their own ways.

"Now then, if you drink from them in order, there will be no hard feelings."

Stinky, dirty, ugh... I thought. When I started doing it half-heartedly, the teacher said, "Aoi-san, if you don't lick and drink properly, this will never end. And if you don't swallow it all, you'll have to go home in a uniform covered in semen. A shameless girl like that might get kidnapped and gang-raped on the way home, don't you think? So... drink every last drop without spilling." What a horrible teacher.

I thought, "This isn't an AV," but reality is far worse than any censored video. The first guy was a quick finisher, which helped, but the second guy just wouldn't go. In the end, he masturbated and finished in my mouth; the force was so strong it hit the back of my throat and I almost gagged. Give me a break. Are you people demons? The third guy was small, but the volume was insane. On top of that, he held my head down when he finished, so the semen backflowed and came out of my nose.

"Yes, yes. Well done."

The teacher thrust her hand under my skirt while I was coughing and wheezing. She whispered in my ear, "Oh, you're wet," and I froze in terror. I didn't want any more of this. I had to get away. I bolted out of the classroom.

Laughter followed me, chasing me, entering my brain through my ears and breaking me. Break, break, break... Yes, I wouldn't mind being broken if it were by Yuu-kun, but he probably won't ever love me.

Wait... if that’s the case, then if I break the things Yuu-kun loves, it’s the same as breaking me, right?

I got on the bus. My breath, smelling of semen, attracted a molester. An adult sat next to me, reached out, and started fiddling with my crotch. Misunderstanding my wetness, he put his finger in. Ah... I’ve been broken for a long time, but since reuniting with Yuu-kun, the awareness of just how broken I am is overwhelming.

I clamped my thighs shut tight so the molester couldn't pull his arm out. I gripped his arm with all my might. His panicked face turned to anger, but it was already the stop where I needed to get off. "After all, I’m just the daughter of a woman who sells her body, so I guess it’s my fault if this happens?"

Fine then. "This man is a molester!" I screamed at the top of my lungs just as the bus stopped. I don't remember much after that. I think the driver ran over, and some people who seemed like "good citizens" helped me. The police came, I went to the station, and Mom came to pick me up.

I skipped school today. I'm sure people are talking about it. Maybe I should just quit. Quit, and live my life doing the same thing as Mom.

As I was brooding over these thoughts, the intercom rang. I didn't answer. Then my phone rang. It was Yuu-kun. "I'm downstairs right now," he said.

I should have been happy that he came, but instead, anger surged through me.

It's all your fault.

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