Welcome To Your Life, There's No Turning Back - Haru reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

Tending to the rooftop vegetable garden after school was a far better option than to go home in Haru's mind. At home, her father was cold and her loathsome fiancé was free to come over, and her gut told her that he probably would have. Probably make a move on her, probably do something that she absolutely did not want in any capacity, and that gave Haru reason enough to stay up on the school roof and take care of something that mattered, something more satisfying to deal with than Sugimura. This was her wonderful little pocket away from awful men like that.

Or at least, it should have been.

The door crashed open noisily, and as Suguru Kamoshida strode out into the roof, he showed visible delight at finding Haru there. "Nice to see you here, Okumura," he said, striding his way toward her.

"Hi, Mister Kamoshida," Haru said. She kept polite and awkward, shifting in her tracksuit and hoping that it made her look unappealing enough. she wore a jacket several sizes bigger than she should have, one that sat baggy over her frame to keep it from hugging her curves, to keep it from emphasizing her chest too much. She didn't like how people looked at her body, and doubly so didn't like how he did. She knew the rumours. All the girls did. Most of the girls at Shujin had a story of inappropriate touching or worse, or claimed that he showed up and they didn't remember what happened.

It was an exceptional kind of man who would put his hands on a student, but shamelessly, Kamoshida did just that, squeezing her ass and shifting in toward her from behind. His other hand found her chest through her tracksuit, and the oversized jacket wasn't enough to keep him from giving her breasts a too-firm squeeze. "All alone?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. The overbearing grip and the tense squeezing made her body reel in embarrassment and worry, a disgust churning through her as she felt the pressure build. This was the worst position to be in. "I'm just tending to the school garden."

"What a wasteful project," Kamoshida growled. He got at the zipper of her jacket, sliding it down and letting his hand get in with even less material in the way. "Do any other students even care about this? I only ever see you coming up here for this."

The discomfort brought on a shaky nervousness that left Haru deeply afraid of what he was going to do to her, knowing that she was completely alone and had no power to stop him from doing whatever he wished. "Yes, we have a schedule for which stude--"

"That's great. I don't really care." Kamoshida wasn't interested in the reality much. His hands continued to squeeze at her body, focusing in on her breasts. "I care about how a high school student can have such a lewd body. You're so developed for your age. It's hard to not think impure things when I look at you. But when I look at the garden, all I see is waste. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"No," Haru said. She shook her head feverishly. The oversized jacket did nothing to make him stop. He came up with here with a plan. No clothes could have stopped him from singling her out now. "I'm sorry, I don't see." But she did see. This whole nightmare left her squirming awkwardly against his touch, deep uncertainty slowly creeping over her, making her deeply fearful of what he was about to do to escalate this.

"The space and money this is taking up isn't very big, but I'm sure I could convince Principal Kobayakawa it's a waste. These planters could be gone tomorrow afternoon, and I don't have a lot of reason right now to let them stay here." He pulled her top up over her chest and got his hands underneath her bra, tugging her body in tight against his, ignoring how tense she was. "So I want you to give me a reason. Take the bra off and get down on your knees for me."

Haru hated this, but she wasn't given a whole lot of a choice here. "Okay, Mister Kamoshida," she said, taking off her top and her bra, letting them fall on top of her jacket. She hated this, but Haru had been working so hard for this roof garden, and she knew that everything would have been spitefully disposed of instead of simply given a chance for relocation. Kamoshida would destroy everything she didn't put out, and she was sure he had more threats to level if she still wasn't convinced.

As she turned around and sank to her knees, she was met with the oversized cock of the perverted teacher shoving into her face. He'd already pulled it out, and the long, fat shaft was one that she was sure he didn't deserve. It didn't matter. He grabbed a fistful of hair and rammed it into her throat before she could respond to any of this, slamming balls deep into her mouth. "The only useful thing a teenage girl has is her body," he told her. "Too bad your body belongs to me." He held his cock in her throat, and when he drew back, he gave her almost enough room to be able to breathe before he slammed it down again.

Choking on a teacher's cock was not what Haru had come up to the roof to do, and her struggles her pure terror and panic. She gagged hard on the oversized shaft shoving forward so rudely, and as he worked up a rhythm with his thrusts, she felt herself spiraling into dizzy confusion, struggling to heads or tails of the way he was using her now. Her choking and her drooling were horrible and shameful, and they left Haru feeling like she was receiving the miserable preview to a future she was all but resigned to.

An awful man using her. Kamoshida. Sugimura. The only difference was that one had power and the other was on his way to having power. But that same sexist attitude, that demeaning gleam in his eye, the way they both looked at her body like it was a piece of meat... Misery crept over her, but Haru choked him down nonetheless, struggling through agony and confusion and the shame of completely falling into worry.

But fucking her throat wasn't what Kamoshida was after. He pulled out of her once his cock was wet, and he sank his cock into her cleavage next. "Hold them together for me," he commanded, his cock now slick and slimy from her spit. He showed her why he couldn't hold them together himself when he got a hand around her throat, a hand that immediately began to squeeze.

"Please don't hurt me," Haru wheezed out, her body tight and terrified as these creepy worries began to swell, building with utterly brutal pressure through her body. She grabbed her breasts and held them together for him, even starting to bounce her breasts atop his dick and give him more friction, his cock slick enough for her skin to slide easily it, and she wanted only to give him what he wanted. It was so he didn't hurt her, of course, even as she realized he was probably going to hurt her regardless.

"I'll hurt you as much as I want to, whore," Kamoshida growled, spitting on Haru's face and squeezing tighter around her throat. His hips worked with utterly shameless delight to fuck her plush tits, to use her overly developed body. "These fat tits deserve to be used. Someone should be fucking them, and I think since nobody is, they belong to me now." His free hand slapped her cheek, but he kept her head firmly in place with the grip on her throat, keeping her from breathing, making her feel dizzy. "A body like this only develops fast so it can get to serving men early."

When his hand loosened its grip and she was able to gasp out a shaky breath, Haru felt like 'mercy' was not how she could describe this. She was miserable, continuing to receive the worst pressures and attentions from a man who relished in how he could hurt and demean her. She saw in Kamoshida only the same vile behavior as the other men in her life. She was an object. Her body was for a man. Owned by a man. Meant to satisfy a man. He dressed like a gym teacher instead of a businessman, but she saw her fiancé in Kamoshida more than she could handle, and the miserable pressures kept her falling.

The grip resumed shortly after. Kamoshida only gave her bursts of an opportunity to breathe, keeping Haru conscious and enough that to keep her breasts together. That was all he needed out of her. That was all she was to him. His cock twitched in her cleavage, the oversized shaft greedily plundering her ample chest, using her body to find deepening pleasures, to pursue feelings and wants and a wicked pressure that nothing could help. As long as he could keep this up, the pleasure was only getting messier. The slippery spit was wearing off, though, so he pulled out of her cleavage and swabbed her throat again with a few thrusts.

"Drool onto these tits too, make them wetter for me. Cooperate and show me you aren't just a braindead slut." Another slap across the face. Haru whined and, as he pulled back, she drooled out the pooled saliva in her mouth onto her tits. Kamoshida responded by getting right ack into her cleavage again. None of this was dignified, and his continued wickedness only pushed her into further misery, into a spectacle of chaos and worry that she had no power to deal with. His pace picked up, his squeeze on her throat became tighter, and Haru felt like she was utterly powerless to do anything against him.

It was good practice, though. Practice for when she was the wife of another crass misogynist. The future ahead of Haru was a dim one, and she soaked now in the hazy misery and frustration of having to take this on. That kept her steady through this. The knowledge that this wasn't exceptional, that men weren’t nay better than this, left her to simply accept it, reaffirming every miserable truth she was growing bitter and jaded toward.

The occasional pull at her hair or slap across her face wasn't something she could do much about. She simply took it all, the pain building, making her feel worse, inducing hazy misery inside of her. The pain was only set dressing for a man who proved just how little he thought of her, proving with each stubborn push that he really did see her body as a plaything. He was getting closer. His cock throbbed in eager, overprepared delight, inching closer toward the end. It was nice to think he'd be done. Nice to think he'd stop choking her. Haru held onto it while he used her breasts and she inched closer to this misery being over.

Pulling back from her cleavage, Kamoshida let go of her throat, seizing his cock and finishing himself off with a few feverish strokes and some well placed aiming so that he could erupt for maximum effect all over her face and her chest. He made a grand mess of Haru, groaning his way through it and telling her, "It's what this body deserves," while he shamed her again for how she'd grown. He made sure to leave heavy ropes of gooey spunk all over her and made sure that she was completely entrenched in shame before he pulled back. "Now bend over."

"What?" Haru asked. She was still trying to breathe. Her body shook in shame and revulsion and for lack of air. She needed a minute, but she wasn't getting a moment.

"I don't ask twice," Kamoshida said. He slapped her harder across the face than he had yet, and forcibly rolled her body over, bending her over the planter she was tending to, shoving her face-down into the dirt and yanking her track pants down. "For someone who wants to keep her garden, you don't seem to be very cooperative."

Before Haru was able to piece any of it together, he was inside of her.

Absolutely nothing about the sensation of Kamoshida's cock slamming into her made Haru feel any better. With no warning or tenderness or decency, he rammed his way into her, his big cock stretching her virgin hole out, taking her virginity before her vile fiancé had and leaving her to feel a streak of sudden terror at the thought of it. "No!" she screamed as if it weren't already too late.

But it was. Kamoshida's hand came down across her ass with a raw smack, and his other hand twisted in her hair, yanking back on her head. "You're used goods now. Good luck explaining to your future husband how your cunt got broken in before you graduated. Or maybe you'll brag about it. A star like Suguru Kamoshida thought you were worthy. Tell him you were my secret underaged girlfriend. Boast about stuffed full of my dick. It's the best dick you're ever going to have."

Absolutely nothing about what he did was something Haru wanted to brag about. She could barely keep herself together in the waves of shame and misery that hit her, but also with the confused agony and sensation that followed. She leaned into the dirt, her upper body getting a layer of soil against her skin, some lingering on her face from impact. She was dirty now in a very literal capacity to go with the crushing embarrassment of what he was doing to her, and she continued to fall into worry and frustration. How could she respond to this? Haru kept quiet, continuing to take this hopeless treatment and the misery that gripped her.

Hurting a student while he violated her was the height of satisfaction for Kamoshida. His every thrust filled her up, stretching her carelessly out, forcing her to continue to feel the worsening, miserable pressures that continued to wear harder at her ability to think straight. "Not a bad hole. You'll never be tight again now, but that's okay. You’ll be able to keep me happy on return visits, and you'll learn your fucking place." Another slap across her ass. He relished in groping and touching ever part of her round form, abusing her curves and reinforcing a shame that left Haru trembling.

This was her future. Give or take some words, Haru understood that now. She struggled not to cry while he was around, knowing that not only was Kamoshida doing this, but she was going to have to marry a man who would treat her just like this. The same vile treatment, the same imbalance of power, the same disrespect. She could do nothing about her teacher and she'd be able to do nothing abut her husband, and all she could do was accept it. Taking the cocks of cruel, vile men. Kamoshida was right; this was practice.

Rutting quicker into her, Kamoshida shoved Haru's face into the dirt, harder this time. "You're not talking back to me, at least. You're smart. A sweet girl who knows that she doesn't have anything she can say except 'thank you'. You'll thank me, won't you? For saving your little rooftop garden project. Because I’ll make sure it stays now." His twisted logic wasn't meant to be something she took seriously; it was just mockery, just the aggressive reframing of his words to wear her down harder.

But Haru took it. She lay down in the dirt, getting fucked over her vegetables and feeling her body's back and forth motions shoving things around. She took everything without a word, because fighting wasn't going to do anything. Running away from Kamoshida meant going home and being within reach of another man who wasn't any better. In reach of her father, who saw her as property for selling off to a man. Why not stay here with something that could make her happy even as it became used against her?

Kamoshida's raw, balls deep approach to relentlessly using Haru's body finally brought him what he needed. With a final, raw slam forward, he filled Haru up with cum. Hot, molten spunk that filled her, that threw her thoughts into panic at the risk it offered. Yanking her head up, he groaned, "Thank me!"

Haru's body hit a miserable, unwanted orgasm, shuddering trough feelings of sensation and spectacle that made her feel all the worse. "Thank you, Mister Kamoshida!" she howled, giving him what he wanted and hating herself for it. Hating herself for the automatic response of a body that could only confirm to every vile man in her life that this was what she should ahve been doing. She knew it wasn't, but she could feel the smugness radiating off of him. She knew what was coming."

"I knew you'd like it," he told her. There it was. She 'liked it' because he forced her to cum Just as expected. Kamoshida pulled out of Haru, and his cum began to ooze out of her. So much cum. "I won't complain to the principal about your garden. You kept up your end of the deal. And besides, if you're up here, I know where to find you so you can keep paying your dues." He slapped her ass one last time, pulled his pants up, and left Haru face-down in the dirt, his control over her now unquestioned.

Haru remained in the dirt. She didn't feel like she deserved to be anywhere else. She just waited for the roof door to close behind Kamoshida so that he wouldn't hear her first sob.