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Red Blind Love - or 'A rather unconventional and baffling love story between a nerd and a bully' (Fairly Oddparents, OC!MC)

Dimmsdale High School. A place not many locals enrolled in as there was a greater convenience in studying abroad after elementary school.

Sadly, that also meant that those that remained behind were either poor, had a bad reputation and were seen by the police as ‘troublesome elements’, or even just wanted to stay behind.

I was stuck there due to the first reason and… I was not living a good moment of my life considering the classmates I had to face on a daily basis for most of the workdays. Utter bastards left and right, with some going for attitudes that were absurd in their intensity.

Out of all those incredible monsters, one in particular stood out the most for cruelty, bullshittery and general lack of positive popularity. Vicky was… a menace. Kids were terrified of her, adults tended to think twice before trying to approach her and she was an overall troublesome individual. She barely studied, hardly had any friends and tended to socialize mostly with fellow bullies.

All in all, a rather ‘sad’ individual considering that the old-fashioned role of the ‘give me your lunch money’ thug was slowly vanishing from school altogether. She was predictable, her ruthlessness had helped develop an ‘underground class chat’ to monitor her moves and take steps to lessen or outright avoid the bitch.

I never had much of an issue with her. Sure, I was part of the ‘nerds’ due to my good grades, but I was far from the meek geek with no means to defend myself. I played on the football team as a reservist- It wasn’t like I sucked at the game, but there were many players available and I decided against pushing for more. I didn’t need the fame or the spotlight, not when Vicky and fellow goons were keen to target those fellows.

I, Andy Possen, had long promised myself that I would have never done anything to warrant attention from Vicky and similar people. I had high school to overcome and hopefully land a good chance with a prominent college.

That was a rather simple goal, but I was soon left to realize that self-promises tend to break easily when someone was looking forward to shattering those.

Even as a reservist, I still had to take part in the practice. It was nothing new, and it gave me the means to further exercise without being a slouch. It was a good but intense workout at that, and the end result was a few muscles that my clothes didn’t show much.

I was not too ‘broad’ with my shoulders, so it was easier for my ‘chiseled’ frame to not be noticed until I was nude. And that was the case as I was soon taking a late solo shower.

The coach had me help patching up the field as some idiots had messed up with the lines and forced a ‘lucky sacrifice’ to tag along the teacher in patching that mess up. I was that man.

Frustrating as it was, I had established myself as a reliable student and the coach respected me as such. So, while the rest happily bolted to clean up and then leave school, I wasted roughly half-an-hour to get this unpleasant chore behind me.

All in all, I couldn’t tell who was behind this, but I didn’t start an investigation as the goal was to go for a quick shower, change to the fresh pair of clothes I had prepared for the occasion, and then leave for home so I could get my homework done.

I undressed and walked into the deserted shower room, humming as I was blessed with some leftover warm water and I used a soap bar I brought from home to get myself squeaky clean.

There was no clue that I wasn’t alone at the time and- the familiar chuckle of a rather cruel bitch was soon reaching my ears. I paused and froze, my eyes widening as I turned around to be greeted by a girl waiting by the exit of the showers.

Wearing nothing but a rather skimpy green swimsuit with strings, Vicky gave me a vicious look while waving what looked to be pictures… of me being nude. I narrowed my eyes at that, angrily greeting the girl.

“The fuck you think you are doing?”

“Getting a fake boyfriend. And a slave~,” Vicky hummed, leaving not much space for protest. “I am sick and tired of bastards that keep lying and ditching on me, so I may as well get myself a nice boy toy with a proper manhood.”

The indirect flattery was just that, an indirect comment that did little to defuse the rest of that sickening explanation.

“I could say they were photoshopped-”

“I can coax two and more idiots to tell that’s not the case.”

I growled at her, knowing that this could be a massive fallout for me. If this got out, I could face a suspension, I would be forced to leave the Football team and my chances to get chosen by big colleges would be gone to the wind.

…

I couldn’t accept the deal. I refused to do that. I just had too much pride at stake despite the risks that would amount to. Yet, instead of saying no, I decided to take it to a whole new level.

Vicky wasn’t always dominant. I heard that her times when she was in a relationship would see her bowing her head many times to her boyfriends so… I could technically work on it. And take it to a whole new level at the expense of my romantic and… sexual life.

“So, what will it be? Being called out or-Mph~!”

Despite her cocky attitude, Vicky was stunned on the spot when I closed the gap and pulled her close for a kiss. I would even say she had noticed this and actually encouraged it. Maybe she thought that I was accepting, or maybe she was already aware that something else was cooking. Despite that, I felt her utterly deflate against me, her chest rising up with tension as she pressed it against mine. I could feel my length poking at the thin fabric of the swimsuit covering her groin, the prodding increasing the tiny shivers enveloping her frame.

She softly pushed me off, “Y-You accept?”

“Nope. I have a counteroffer.”

The girl’s delight soured slightly at this, but she didn’t push back harshly at this. Perhaps out of curiosity, or the kiss had slightly mellowed her for the time being.

“And that is?”

“You will be my girlfriend, but I promise you to make you my wife too.”

“...What?” The young woman was flustered. “T-This isn’t a joke-”

“I am not. I want to raise a family with you. I want to plow you silly, breed you into a mommy and make sure that all your needs are taken care of.”

The pure drive of maturity had successfully stunned her. One thing that was evident with all failures Vicky had in securing a boyfriend were tied to a single factor- most only wanted to just kiss her and rob her blind.

The intense glare she gave me made me falter a bit but… she smiled wolfishly.

“Let’s make a deal. If you, a virgin nerd, can outlast my former boyfriend’s record, then I will accept.”

“...Deal.”

She raised a surprised brow. “Oh? And you’re not even going to ask how long you need to please me?”

“I am confident enough I can breed you into a happy wife.”

The push got more blushing out of her, and while Vicky was right to call me a ‘nerd’, I was not a virgin. I did it twice already with all the safety needed. This was going to be the first time I did it raw and… I think I am far more experienced than Vicky’s boyfriend.

Latching onto me as I lifted her off the ground, Vicky was moaning sluttily just mere minutes into me pounding her pussy silly in the showers. The redhead was clearly outmatched by the sheer drilling her cunt was being subjected with, showing how little experience with some hardcore sex she had in previous instances.

I also found out that kissing her mid-fucking was a good way to get her to orgasm faster, ending up seeing us last two full hours into the showers, with me coming three times and Vicky climaxing ten.

“Y-You mean it that-”

“My father owns a shop and I will take over once he starts to retire. I am good at it and my part-time job pays nicely.”

“But- But I tried to blackmail you- how would that lead to… to this!?”

“Simple,” I hummed as I helped her dry up with one of the available towels, the girl tensing up as I massaged her chest. “Because I will stop you from being so aggressive by making you a happy girl, and a happier slut behind closed doors.”

I had refrained from being too taunting with my words during the sex, but the use of slut got a good reaction from her. Even now that we were dealing with our mutual post-nut clarity.

Admittedly, I may have been influenced by her lewd swimsuit, but it was still a smart move considering how little effort I could spare in getting myself a girlfriend and a future wife.

I had inherited my father’s laziness in that regard, and it took him to reach 27 before he started dating mom, and five more years to ultimately get a marriage to happen.

“...Why?”

“You and I can both gain from this. Simple as that.”

A displeased look flashed on her face, but then a cheeky grin appeared.

“You know this will end up with us dating, right?”

“Yep, so… what about it?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all~.”

The ominous words felt like a warning of sorts, but what I had failed to realize in my blunt push back was that, with my aggressive boldness, I may have left Vicky in a better mood than I had expected.

She was already a happy slut, but now she wanted to be a happy girl too.

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AN

Dimmsdale is now ready for a more subdued Vicky. That’s for sure.