The Bully Code 12: Ghosted (Patreon)
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This part came from a lot of different things. I’d wanted to work more with inter-gang politics (which mostly boils down to do whatever you want that doesn’t piss The Nightmare Girls off) and had mentioned The Ghosters in passing a few times. I unwittingly made them friendly/neutral with the Nightmares, mostly because they don’t respond to anything or talk to anybody.
I was also considering a new member of the team, but the ganguro kendo girl from earlier had the same plan and sort of bounced off them in the end. I decided to start this story with a potential teammate and see what happened. As usual with the girls, I wanted someone with a lot of unique characteristics to stand out from the rest; mostly goth, mute, ridiculously tall. And white hair, because like any good cast, the hair is all distinctly shaped or colored. Also realized the gang didn’t have a hideout of any kind or the flag/banner-wielding girl you see in a lot of Japanese gang art.
We also get to see the girls in civilian clothes rather than school uniforms, even if it’s nothing especially unique.
The largest arcade in the neighborhood was neutral ground for the local gangs. It hadn’t always been that way; when Kumatake didn’t feel like ruining her hot streak at Star Cannon to kick somebody’s ass, they enforced it so quickly and firmly that it had hard to deny. Once all the troublemakers had been decimated enough for their transgressions, the other gangs actually liked having a spot to let their guard down once in a while.
It was a common place for meetings between different factions. Kumatake stood in front of the old, busted arcade console that served as a landmark. It had been broken ever since Azuka had bashed a dude’s head into for one of the earliest violations of their made-up treaty. You could still see the imprint from where he’d connected with the machine.
Finally, some shadowy figures stepped into view. It was perfectly bright out and they were in the open light of the arcade, but they clearly made all efforts to look dark and shadowy. They wore a lot of the usual sukeban style, but there was hardly a thing on them that wasn’t black.
The four dark girls stepped in front of Kumatake, their leaders flanked by their fellow gang members. Except Azuka; she had gotten bored and was on the nearby crane machine.
“You’re late,” Kumatake pointed out calmly.
“We’re always late. It’s our thing,” said The Ghosters’ raspy voiced leader. She wore a hooded sweater, a long dark skirt over pale legs, and a facemask over her mouth with an oni’s fangs over it.
“Yea, it’s fine. We were late too,” the blonde shrugged, bouncing her leather jacket on her shoulders. The Ghosters were one of the few gangs that the Kutakori Nightmare Girls actually got along with. They terrorized their own part of town and were smart enough to always give the Nightmares plenty of space. They’d even pulled some favors for them in the past, like spying on Kutakori’s turf while they were on their class trip or running news or messages to other gangs.
“Did you bring the toll?” Kumatake asked. The Ghosters rep reached into her hoodie pocket and snapped her hand back out. She flung its contents at Kumatake, who caught the 500-yen coin in a flash of her palm. She took another out of her pocket and flipped it with her thumb for the overly gothy gang to catch.
“What’s that?” Ayami asked from just behind her.
“Ancient bully code tradition,” Setsuna answered. “Gesture of good faith. Speaking of, wanna play some Whack-a-Mole?”
“Ooh, it’s been ages.”
“Here ya go. Have fun.”
Kumatake passed the coin off to her pink-haired girlfriend/minion. The masked goth did the same, handing her exchanged token to one of her larger goons. The tall, dark-skinned girl with a few facial piercings grunted simply and went over to join Ayami. As per their ceremonial tradition, one from each gang started smacking at the plastic gophers. It was a sign of cooperation. Or test of strength. It depended who you asked, because Setsuna had forgotten why she’d written that particular rule down.
“So what’s up?” Kumatake asked the remaining crew.
“We’ve worked with you in the past,” Takane, the Ghoster leader pointed out. “We’ve been neutral at worst towards Kutakori.”
“You also don’t answer your messages,” Chihiro mentioned.
“Also our thing. Ghosting. Get it?” the raspy boss added.
“Get it,” her low-voiced goon repeated simply.
“When you’re good enough, you don’t need a gimmick,” Kumatake said.
“Exactly. That’s why you’re the best,” Takane said with no hint of sarcasm or even praise to her raspy voice. It was simply a fact of the city known by all the girl gangs. “And that’s why we come to you for help.”
“Great! Who we fightin’?” Azuka asked as she came back with a few figures tucked under her arm from her successful craning.
“Nobody,” Takane rasped. She looked over the crew in front of her. “I mean, you don’t have to. That’s not what we’re asking.”
“Bored again,” Azuka declared. She started to walk back to browse the machines.
“We need a seduction job.”
The short thug turned back around in mid-step. “Annnd I’m back in.”
“You girls ever hear of Daisuke Shintama?”
Kumatake shrugged. The others traded a few glances, but only Setsuna spoke up as she flipped through her notebook.
“Sounds familiar… why would I know that name…?”
“He runs with the Bushido Bara,” Takane filled in. “The buffest gang of guys around.”
“Ohhhh!” Setsuna scrawled into her notebook. “BOY gangs. Yea, they don’t bother us, so my notes are a little scattershot on the subject.”
“Most of them go to the same school as us,” Takane explained. “And Ichiru has a crush on one.”
Takane jerked her thumb back at one of the silent sukeban behind her. She raised a hand and gave a lackluster wave, but she was hard to miss. The girl was bizarrely tall: nearly seven feet tall with all white hair pulled into twintails. She wore the same black blouse and long skirt with the same pale skin as the rest of her gang. A length of chain was kept in a loop on her hip, menacing anyone who dared mess with someone so huge. Black lipstick marked her full and pouty lips and dark eyeliner marked her wide and gleaming blue eyes. She wasn’t especially thin so much as tall, but distinctly flat chested. It left her ragged red scarf, the only thing not black or white about her, to billow around her shoulders as she moved. It certainly didn’t help but imagine the girl as an oversized scarecrow.
“So…” Ayami said, looking far up at the giant goth. “Did you want us to ask him over for her?”
Takane blinked in surprise. “Uh… basically, yes, actually. We don’t do… you know. Social things.”
“Working on,” the gruffer girl beside her grunted curtly.
“And we need you to help her ask ‘Brass Balls’ Daisuke out at the party he’s having this weekend. We think if we can get him one on one with Ichi here, she’ll have a fair shot with him. Problem is, he’s always hanging out with his boys. Each one buffer than the last.”
Ichiru’s blank stare suddenly broke. Her thick lips cracked into a broad smile as her pale skin blushed, hugging herself and giggling under her breath. Kumatake shook her head at the sight.
“Oh jeez, I thought she’d fallen asleep on us.”
“Yea, Ichi don’t bother with the small stuff, but when she feels it, she feels it good. And like I said… not the best communicator. One of the better out of us. It’s why we need you girls to help her bag her man.”
Kumatake furrowed her brow as she weighed this in her mind. She stepped up to the blushing giant and nodded slightly at her.
“You okay with this?”
The goth stopped blushing and snapped back into her blank stare. She nodded as she watched the tall but not nearly as tall blonde, awkwardly looking down on her.
“…so what you gonna say to this dude?”
Ichiru rubbed her chin for a moment, then raised her hands in front of her. She started to gesture rapidly, flicking her fingers or clasping her hands together. Kumatake stared at her until she was finished.
“I don’t do gang signs, jumbo,” Kumatake said bluntly. “Out with it.”
“No, uh…” Takane added as she leaned in to assist. “Ichi’s def. Like, actually can’t talk. She’s not doing a gimmick like the rest of us.”
“Nope,” her stoic sidekick added.
“You just… you get used to it. Most of us picked up sign language after hanging out with her long enough.”
“Huh.” Kumatake looked up at her as she seemed to weigh the situation. “So you got trouble tellin’ this guy how you feel?”
Ichi visibly slumped down and hunched her shoulders in an overly expression look of despair. She started to sign out some more, but when Kumatake just looked more confused, she sighed. The tall goth gave her a thumbs up instead, though the annoyed expression on her face made it clear she didn’t like simplifying it so much.
“Yea. I get that,” Kumatake said with a simple nod.
“This ain’t really our thing, right, boss?” Azuka piped up from behind her. “We ain’t love makers over here.”
“You mean matchmakers,” Ayami added.
“Yea, what’d I say? Nevermind! We can’t be-”
“We’re in,” Kumatake said, offering a hand to Ichiru. The tall thug’s eyes widened in surprise but she took and shook it.
“Alright! Let’s do this!” Azuka snapped in an immediate u-turn at her boss’ approval. “Let’s go get this emo giraffe laid, boss!”
Ichiru gave Azuka a sour look and flipped her the middle finger.
“One? What’s she telling me ‘one’ for?” Azuka asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Maybe she's introducing herself?" Chiyo offered with an awkward smile. "One, like the 'ichi' in Ichiru."
“Man, sign language is some bull!" Azuka decided. She thumped a fist on her plump chest. "A gal should say more with her guts and her fists than with her words!”
"No wonder you're failing English," Setsuna snickered. Azuka shoved her leg and the two started bickering as Ichiru looked to her boss.
[Are these seriously our best bet?] she signed to Takane.
"Would you rather be stuck with us trying to talk you through a party?" Takane rasped.
"Nope," her other teammate said, shaking her head. Ichiru sighed and resigned herself to their mercy.
"But we don't work for free," Kumatake cut in grimly. "We got one condition..."
---
The girls sat by the old playground, perched around a picnic table with their new guest. They all ate their own burgers, courtesy of The Ghosters, with all of their fries dumped into one bag that they picked at as their communal source. Ichiru gave it some strange looks at first but was soon wolfing them down like everyone else. Even sitting, she still loomed over the gang.
“So let’s start with basics,” Kumatake decided. There was quiet for a moment before she took another bite of her burger. “Help me out here. What’s the basics?”
Ichiru stared with her owlishly wide eyes before looking between Kumatake and Ayami.
“She’s new to the girlfriend thing,” Ayami admitted.
“Well I happen to be an expert-”
“We know!” Azuka and Chiyo cut in.
“-on boyfriends,” she went on uninterrupted. “I’ve had tons of ‘em. So what’s something you’d say to this Daisuke guy?”
[I’d start with… hi. That sounds right, right?] Ichiru spelled out in sign language.
“Mmhm,” Setsuna nodded, folding her arms patiently.
[And I would… say he smells good. I mean looks good. Is that better?]
Setsuna rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Hey, Azuka? What’s her heart telling you now?”
“She’s thinking way too much,” Azuka decided. “Anything that took that long to say probably isn’t worth sayin’ to break the ice. Gotta be fast, like you’re shankin’ a snitch!”
Ichiru slammed her head abruptly onto the picnic table, knocking the set down burgers a couple inches into the air and startling a few kids on the nearby playground. The parents were already keeping a wary eye on them, so that didn’t change any. She lifted her head up with a large crack in middle of the table’s board.
“Nice,” Kumatake chuckled to herself. Ichiru frowned with her dark lips and mimed out writing. Setsuna’s eyes lit up and passed her a spare pocket notebook and pen.
“Oh! Take this! I usually save it for when I’ve got a hand on somebody’s neck or junk or something so I can’t get to my main one.”
Ichiru sighed in relief, sliding some more fries into her mouth as she scribbled with the other. She turned it around with “Then what should I say?” written across its page.
“…jeez, that’s some bad handwriting,” Azuka said as she squinted at the notebook.
“I think that’s a ‘why…” Ayami offered. Ichiru pursed her dark lips and clenched her fist, crushing the notebook inside.
“I’ve got it!” Chihiro offered brightly. She finished toying with her phone as she aimed its camera at Ichiru. “Hey, can you say… oh, sorry. Can you SIGN something again?”
Ichiru snapped back to her blank stare and gestured some more.
“Azu...ka… needs… to shut up… ow!”
Chiyo flinched as the shortstack punched her in the arm.
“What’s the big idea!?”
“I’m just translating! Look!” She held out her phone to show Azuka the app that was running. It was a simple frame around the camera function, but Ichiru’s signs came up with subtitles.
“It’s a Japanese Sign Language dictionary combined with a motion capture function. It’s not ideal, but it seems to work.”
Ichiru broke into a massive smile as some tears welled up under her eyes.
[Thank you so fucking much! Holy shit, I thought I was going to just be quiet all day!]
She pointed over to Azuka while going on with her free hand. [But seriously. The facemask was not helping me with reading lips, but I could still tell you were super wrong about everything I’ve been saying this entire time. Please stop guessing.]
“Whatya mean!? I speaks great Japanese! You talkin’ shit about my mouth words, ya pasty giant bitch!?”
She gave a snarl as she lunged at Ichiru, but Kumatake grabbed her collar and lifted her off the ground.
“Don’t mind her,” the blonde boss advised.
“Yea, she does this with everybody,” Setsuna smiled.
“I do not! You take that back, a two-faced snake or I’ll bust your teeth out!”
“See?”
“So out of all the gangs,” Kumatake went on. “Your girls sent you to us. You know why?”
[Positive inter-gang relations and being too awkward to ask anyone else?] Ichiru offered. Kumatake peeked over to read the translation.
“Okay… maybe. But your best weapon in the rumble against dating’s gonna be confidence.”
“Yea! They picked us for our guts!” Azuka agreed as she seemed to calm down. It was enough for Kuma to put her back down on her seat and let her eat again. “Blitzin’ past the defenses of social norms and makin’ them our bitch! Bein’ polite won’t know what hit it!”
[Is that actually a good idea?] Ichiru asked, and Ayami patted her on the arm.
“Let me tell you something real quick; asking if it’s a good idea never helps. We just sort of do our own thing and it works out pretty well.”
“Queens don’t ask,” Kumatake nodded. “Which’s why we’re gonna beef up our confidence. Put a little Nightmare Girl in ya.”
“I’ve had a few crushes before,” Chihiro added. “But I always overthought them or decided I was too busy. That’s why we’ve created a direct and simple plan that should get you in the perfect position to confront this Daisuke.”
“Yea, so what’s the deets,” Setsuna pried, leaning with a wink. “What’s this Dai guy like?”
Ichiru lips curled into a sheepish smile as her pale skin blushed. She signed out “tall” and “muscle” before her face went all red. Her head spun and she wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead at the thought alone.
“So you’re into muscle guys?” Ayami asked, getting a firm nod in reply.
“Adds up. The Bushido Bara are always a bunch of muscle freaks,” Azuka mused. “So I’m sure he’d like a huge gal like you.”
[Really? Thanks a lot, Azuka.]
“What’d you say ta me!?” Azuka erupted. “You speak up when you’re talkin’ shit-”
“Azuka-sempai! Please!” Chiyo pleaded as she rushed over to her. “Just read the subtitles!”
“I don’t need subtitles to get the vibes off this gigantic goth! Lemme at her!”
“This might help.” Setsuna tore out a piece of her notebook and offered it to Ichiru. The taller girl took it carefully and read the kanji for Kutakori Nightmare Girls written across the narrow slip. Ichiru raised an eyebrow at the brunette.
“It’s your pass identifying you as a temporary but honorary member of The Nightmare Girls. I just need you to read over the guidelines and specifications here in the official rulebook.”
Setsuna slid her opened notebook over. Ichiru frowned at it for a second before sliding it back to her.
[Done,] she lied, sticking the slip into a random pocket. [So how am I asking him out now?]
“Like we said; confidence is your best weapon. Better than planning,” Setsuna smirked. “Convince the world that you know what you’re doing and they won’t know any better.”
“Yea. Like how everyone thinks I’m a badass,” Ayami pointed out cheerfully. “And I only just started using the word ‘badass’ like last week.”
“Cuz you are a badass, babe,” Kumatake said fondly, squeezing her girlfriend against her side. She met Ichiru’s eyes and nodded. “Only thing stopping you is you, newbie. You gotta tell yourself to shut up and go talk to ‘em.”
[Shut up and go talk…?] Ichiru signed with a puzzled expression.
“You’ll get it eventually. For now, you gotta prove to yourself you got what it takes. And the ultimate test for that: grab and bang a stranger.”
[Okay, slow down…]
“If you can seduce a random guy off the street, you can get this Dai guy,” Setsuna assured her.
Azuka nodded. “Hell, I got people linin’ up for me to call them. Can’t take a hint that I’m just lookin’ for a bang every once in a while. So just grab some guy, maybe two, and you’ll get ‘em.”
[Can we at least go somewhere else to talk about this?] Ichiru winced. She glanced back at the kids on the playground that were staring at the foul-mouthed thugs.
“Newbie’s got a point,” Kumatake admitted. “Let’s finish this up and get started someplace else.”
She stuffed the last of her burger into her mouth and gave the crew a wrap up gesture.
“See? This is why I say we could use a hideout or something,” Setsuna muttered as they finished up their meals.
---
The girls waited in an alley, watching random locals walking past. Azuka lowered her mask to dump the last of the fries in her mouth while the others watched the end of the alleyway.
“Just pick one,” Ayami encouraged Ichiru gently. “Doesn’t matter who. That’s the point of the exercise.”
[None of them are beefy enough,] she signed back. [I’m looking for a good one.]
“You can’t wait forever,” Chihiro reminded her. She briefly remembered when she was the hesitant voice of reason in the gang, but helping someone in love felt noble enough. “How about you HAVE to pick the next person to come by?”
A short-haired brunette girl walked by, checking her phone absentmindedly. Kumatake snapped her finger and pointed.
“Get ‘er.”
Ichiru sucked in a careful breath and stepped after her with one long stride.
[Excuse me. I need a minute to-]
The girl kept walking, not even seeing her signing. Ichiru turned back to the gang and shrugged as people stared at the massive, eerie woman vanishing in and out of the alleyway.
[Told you.]
“Ok, that one wasn’t your fault. She was being a bitch,” Kumatake noted.
“Putting her on the shit list,” Setsuna agreed as she scribbled in her notebook. “Charges; bitch to trial gang member…”
[You all realize she couldn’t see me signing, right?]
“No excuse for blowing off one of my girls,” Kumatake said sternly. Ichiru was as confused as she was touched by the illogically protective gesture.
“This can’t be new for you. How did you get peoples’ attention before?” Ayami asked. Ichiru shrugged.
[I didn’t. I’m a Ghoster. That’s half the point of being a Ghoster. You don’t know we’re there until it’s too late.]
“We do things a little louder around here… er! Metaphorically, I mean!” Chiyo corrected quickly.
“You want us to herd somebody in here for ya?” Azuka offered.
“No, let her do this. She’s got it in her,” Kumatake warned. She nodded patiently at Ichiru. “Rules to live by in the Nightmares; don’t think. Make it happen.”
[That explains a lot,] Ichiru signed, rolling her eyes. Ayami patted as high on her back as she could reach and smiled.
"Take your time. You got this."
Ichiru sighed as she relaxed enough to turn back to the streets. A pair of geeky boys in glasses passed by, too busy talking with each other to notice them. The def girl focused for a moment before her hand lashed out to her side, grabbing and lashing out with a graceful stroke of her chain. The weighted head looped around the skinnier of the two’s arm stopping him in his tracks before the towering goth yanked it and reeled him in like a fisherman. His chubby friend looked over at the dark figure and shrieked.
“AHHH! Hachishakusama!” he shouted as he ran off down the road.
“Some friend,” Kumatake scoffed to no one in particular.
“The fuck’s a hacha whatever?” Azuka asked as Ichiru caught her prey by the shoulders to stop him from slamming into her.
Chiyo was quick to answer. “It’s an eight-foot-tall woman that curses you. She’s where Towering Hachi comes from in Yokai Yakuza.”
“Ohhh yea. I just thought she was supposed ta be a hot ghost…”
“Speaking of… hi,” the nerdy guy interrupted as politely as he could while surrounded by a half dozen delinquents. He was skinny with a thick pair of glasses and neatly combed black hair, still dressed in his school uniform. “If you girls are after money, I don’t have anything but my train pass.”
[Pants off,] Ichiru signed out in front of her blankly staring face. The tall girl had to bend her head way down just to look him in the eye.
“What does that mean?” he asked. “Is she hexing me?”
Chiyo poked her head out from behind her phone. “She said to-”
Ichiru grabbed his belt and tore it out of the loops with a smooth gesture, much like she had with her chain. She tossed it over her shoulder and across the alley where Setsuna caught it.
“Pants… off,” Chihiro trailed off as the random student’s pants fell around his ankles.
“I think he gets it,” Ayami said as Ichiru moved to her knees, resting them on her long dark skirt. Realizing that wasn’t low enough, she pursed her black lips and hunched her shoulders until she was nearly on all fours to get to his waist level. She tugged down his briefs before frowning in frustration.
“Are you goin’ for the uh…?” Kumatake asked. Ichiru nodded and pointed downward.
“I gotcha.”
The blonde suddenly grabbed the geek by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground, holding him a couple feet off the ground. Ichiru broke into a broad grin and nodded appreciatively before turning back to the squirming captive.
“So I don’t mind,” he babbled quickly. “But I’d just kind of like to know what’s going on, at least.”
“Shut it, dork!” Azuka barked.
“Yea, dweeb!” Setsuna snorted behind her.
“Our girl here’s gonna sex the hell outta ya and we’re gonna toss ya back out like the used-up trash ya are cuz we’re that hardcore!”
The student took a breath but just looked quietly puzzled. He didn’t want to spoil things by asking if this was just a free blowjob.
Because it was. Ichiru parted her plush, dark lips, the thick lipstick and the fact that she hadn’t opened her mouth for anything short of eating making an audible smacking sound. She gingerly cupped the stranger’s balls before sheathing his dick inside her mouth.
Her owlish eyes glanced up at the moaning nerd as she started to purse her lips, squeezing them around the cock resting on her tongue. She nodded her head up and down a little before Azuka spoke up.
“Hey, what’s up? This your first blowjob or somethin’?”
The goth’s eyes darted briefly before she signed out [Maybe.]
“What?! With big DSL’s like that?! I don’t believe it!”
Ichiru shrugged and gestured while keeping her mouth locked around their target’s shaft.
“It’s all about movement and pressure! You’re rubbing it with your mouth,” Azuka lectured in a frustrated tone. Ichiru looked up at the blushing nerd she had in her mouth and he shrugged as well. She curiously leaned in closer, experimentally sliding her thick lips and tongue over him. It got him to gasp and tense up as his hips pushed back against Kumatake’s. Ichiru drew her head back, barely noticing the black lipstick marks left on his lower belly and balls. She tossed back her scarf around her shoulder to keep the drooling spit and precum from trailing over it.
“Oh my god,” the boy sighed as her pillowy lips slid over him. Her eyebrows rose and started to pump her head more consistently as she started to suck him off properly.
“Keep a rhythm going,” Setsuna offered. “Whatever gets him hardest or makes him squirm the most.”
“But not too predictable,” Azuka added. “Throw his balls a curveball once in a while.”
[How do you know this? You wear a mask all the time!] Ichiru signed out.
“You’re damn right I believe in you! Kick that dick’s ass, girl!”
“Did you even download the app?” Chiyo asked her quietly.
“Don’t need it! I won’t dishonor my crew by needing cheap hand signals to get how they’re feeling! You callin’ me insensitive!?”
Ichiru ignored them and went back to work, rolling her tongue around the musky flesh like a test subject. Her wide eyes watched him blankly as she took mental notes, and the eerie gaze didn’t keep him from growing harder in her mouth. By the time she’d left a number of black rings and kiss marks around his shaft, it had grown to an impressively huge size. She found herself backing off just to leave room in her mouth for the meaty cock.
“Aww look! The little loser’s enjoying it,” Setsuna snickered.
“Must be all he can get,” Kumatake chuckled.
“Does look like a waste for him not to use it, doesn’t it?” Ayami added, somewhere between praise and a tease.
“Good point. Take ‘em for a test drive, tall, dark and sexy,” Kumatake instructed. She dropped their nerdy guest on the ground, landing on his hips in the alleyway with his cock sticking straight up from his lap. He looked up as the staring goth raised one of her long legs, reaching under her lengthy skirt. She licked the running precum from her waxy lips as she removed the lacey black underwear and carefully set it aside.
“Huh. My money was on red,” Azuka pointed out.
“Black panties was a safe bet,” Chiyo replied.
Ichiru went beat red again as she signed furiously at them, her face scrunching up in embarrassment.
[Would you quit talking about me so much while I’m doing this!?]
“Why? You’re doing so good,” Ayami answered.
“Yea, how else you going to hear us cheer for you?” Sestuna agreed, folding her arms. “Like… metaphorically hear us. Cuz y’know…”
[Yea. I know!]
Ichiru tore her gaze from her crude mentors as she straddled the overwhelmed nerd’s cock. She bit her dark lip as she started to grind on him, taking more and more of his meaty cock inside her. At least with him on the ground, her height difference wasn’t such an ordeal to overcome. She let her skirt fall around his hips as she rode him harder, the hidden veil of the fabric unable to hide what was happening from either of them. The boy moaned and leaned back, resting his head against the wall as the massive goth fucked his brains out.
“That’s it! Yer a natural!” Azuka praised.
“Push up a little bit with your hips,” Setsuna added. “Add a little jiggle to it… yea, like that!”
“If it feels good for you, it probably does for him. Use in your comfort zone but don’t get stuck in there,” Ayami guided.
“And don’t be afraid to mess with the top half too,” Kumatake pitched in. Ichiru’s blushing face leaned a long way down, her long white hair hanging around the nerdy boy’s face as she kissed him deeply. Her cock-flavored tongue pushed into his mouth as her broad lips covered his, sucking and moaning as she pumped his thick dick inside her. Her tall figure shuddered like a willow tree as the firm head thumped into her clit, getting her to bob more rapidly as her body demanded more.
“That’s it! You got it!” Azuka encouraged before she started to chant. “Ichi! Ichi! Ichi!”
The other girls quickly joined in, getting Ichiru to blush harder as they cheered on her fucking a stranger. The pent-up embarrassment and frustration weren’t enough to get her to stop, and after a few more seconds of riding the thick dick she shivered tightly, hugging her arms to her chest as she jerked straight up. Her twintails tossed behind her as she let out a low series of nonsensical groans, her eyes shut tight as she squirted over his shaft.
“Oh god,” the boy repeated. “I’m about to…”
“Hey, nobody said you got to finish. You’re an accessory here, boytoy,” Sestuna warned sharply.
He shrank back down but Ichiru kept bouncing, her long legs clinging to his hips as she panted heavily. She tightened up again and squirted again, even thicker and wetter this time as a puddle started to form beneath her skirt and on his lap. She still kept humping, biting her pouty lip and writhing in pleasure as she came again and again on the stranger’s cock. Her plump lips hung open as she rode out her chained orgasms, the overly hung nerd’s own shot of cum going largely unnoticed by the gang until Ichiru finally broke into along groan, planting her hands against the alley wall. She panted and drooled over the boy as her squirting orgasms soaked the ground beneath them.
“Well,” Kumatake said simply. “You just came like six times on a nerd’s dick in the middle of an alley. I’d call that pretty confident. Wouldn’t you girls?”
“It was seven,” Chiyo updated. “Possibly eight if there was a small one, for margin of error, but yes! Definitely a confidence move.”
[I can’t feel my brain,] Ichiru signed up clumsily with one hand before brushing some of her pale hair out of her face.
“That’s usually a good sign,” Ayami said as she offered her a hand. She helped Ichiru back to her feet as Setsuna and Azuka gave their borrowed boy a dirty look. He hastily put away his lipstick-stained dick and darted back out of the alley.
[So what did this prove again?] the goth asked as she clumsily pulled her underwear back on around her soaking wet crotch.
“That you know what you’re doing,” Kumatake explained. “And if you’re brave enough to do all this, you can talk do a dude at a party.”
Ichiru adjusted her scarf awkwardly. [Do you think I actually have a chance with one of the Bushido Baras?]
“What? Are you kiddin’ me?” Kumatake scoffed. She gave the tall girl a harmless shot in the arm. “You’re a catch. You stand out. Who wouldn’t want a giantess, no titty goth gf?”
[Please don’t call me that ever again,] Ichiru signed, but she broke into another ear to ear grin. [But thank you. That’s more confidence than anyone’s shown in me in a long time.]
“Oh, you want confidence? We got confidence,” Setsuna laughed. “Comes with being the hottest and strongest girls in all of Japan.”
Ichiru looked over the chubby girl in glasses, the pompadoured shortstack and the skinny, deep-voiced Okinawan girl. Not what she’d consider sexy, but they certainly carried themselves like they were. Her broad smile wouldn’t go away as she wiped at some of the dark lipstick smudged around her mouth.
[So what now?]
“Take a day off,” Kumatake ordered. “Just be with yourself and be yourself, and know that yourself is fucking awesome. You’re always you, and that’s great. Remember those things and you’ll do fine.”
“You’re so smart sometimes, you big softy,” Ayami chimed, hugging her girlfriend’s arm.
“Yea, well I mighta used up all my brain cells on that one,” Kumatake muttered, itching at her nose. “You Ghosters might have the right idea with just not sayin’ anything. I’ll shut up already.”
[Please don’t,] Ichiru signed with her warm smile lingering. [I don’t get a lot out of the crew, so this is kind of nice.]
Setsuna snorted out a laugh. “Believe me, once you’ve been around Azuka long enough, you wish it’d stop.”
“What?! What’d she say about me!? I was just startin’ to like you, you giant-ass, no-titted-”
Chiyo grabbed Azuka in a bearhug, holding her back as she dug around in her school bag.
“That’s it! I’m downloading the app FOR you!”
---
The crew met up not far from the old sushi place. It had been passed through a few different hands before ending up abandoned. The small, two-story restaurant made a cozy little hideout for a crew of hoodlums, and the burly Bushido Baras had ended up claiming it when the dust had settled.
“It’s too far to walk,” Azuka said as she looked up at the place with a faded dragon roll on the sign.
“I’m not saying here,” Kumatake pressed. “I just mean like… any hideout.”
“We got the bleachers. We meet under the bleachers a bunch,” Azuka pointed out. “Or whatever homeroom we feel like goin’ to.”
“Not the same.”
“I’ll put it on the agenda for the next meeting!” Setsuna said brightly. She dug the notebook out of her purse and scribbled it down before stuffing it back in. The girls had dressed up for the occasion, at least as much as anyone could for a late-night party for Japanese delinquents. It mostly just meant they wore t-shirts and pants or a shorter skirt, with the occasional coat or jacket on for the autumn breeze. Faintly thumping music could be heard from the upper floor of the old restaurant.
[This is it…] Ichiru signed, staring blankly up at the windows.
“I still don’t think you should have worn your school uniform to this,” Setsuna pointed out. “I could have loaned you something of mine, sewn it out a little…”
[This isn’t my uniform.]
“Say what now?”
[Our school colors are black and black. This is my own outfit. Mine’s more of a charcoal black to the midnight black.] She tugged on her shirt and in the right light, one could spot a dark outline on the shirt in some kind of band logo in a slightly different shade of black.
“Leave ‘er alone. She looks hot,” Azuka corrected. “Anybody who says one of ours ain’t hot, I’ll throw ‘em out a window.”
“I like your scarf though!” Ayami praised. “It makes you stand out more.”
“Yes. THAT’S what makes her stand out,” Chiyo said with a stiff nod. She wasn’t used to parties to begin with, given her normally busy schedule. She adjusted her button-up shirt and hoped it fit in. Her moms had helped her pick it out after they were thrilled to hear she was invited to a party. Even if they were technically just crashing it, but everyone seemed expected to crash it.
Kumatake cracked her neck. “Alright. Y’all know the plan. Get this Dai guy on his own so she can single ‘em out, whatever it takes. But we keep at least one person on Ichi for backup.”
“Got it,” they agreed together. With that, Kumatake led the way inside. The place was dead and empty on the bottom floor but when she kicked in the door on the top floor, it was full of old furniture, rowdy delinquents of all sorts, and some booming music. Ichiru shivered before breaking into another wide smile.
[This is… really exciting! Ooh, I love this rapper!]
“Better than nervous,” Kuma chuckled.
“How the hell can you like music?” Azuka asked. “Ain’t you got that ear thing?”
[I can feel the vibrations if it’s loud or close enough. It’s… weird. Wait, how did you think I understood you if you’re wearing… nevermind.]
“Ladies!” a broad guy in a biker jacket with his shaved head greeted cheerily. “Welcome to the BB headquartas. It’s an honna havin’ da Nightmare Goils here, but I’m gonna need ya to hand over any weapons ya got there.”
Ichiru reached to her hip to get her chain when Kumatake caught her wrist. She shook her head simply at the goon.
“No.”
“Look, I got orders from-”
“If you think weapons are what makes us dangerous, then you’ve got no knowledge or respect for my gang,” Kumatake said with a grim scowl. “So fuck off already.”
She marched past the stunned bouncer without a second glance. Ayami held onto her arm but leaned back to address him.
“I’m not carrying any anyway,” she said quickly. “Thanks for doing your job!”
“Same,” Azuka explained as she went by.
“Must have left mine at home,” Chihiro chuckled awkwardly, waving Ichiru to follow her in. Setsuna slipped in and pressed herself up against the bald bouncer.
“I have mine,” she purred. “Why don’t you try and find ‘em, tough guy?”
The gang stuck together until they spotted their target. Per their name and reputation, the Bara boys were all tall, broad and muscular. They showed off all the muscle they could with torn off sleeves being commonplace among their burly members. Some wore nothing but open jackets to show off their abs, and their leader was simply shirtless and flexing at people off to one side. Plenty of free weights were strewn about, pushed to one side to make room for the party.
They found Daisuke himself leaning against a wall, drinking with three of his bros. Kumatake gestured to her girls, pointing them out in turn. She smirked over to Ichiru.
“What can I say? You’re rubbin’ off on me,” she admitted. “Wait for the opening, then he’s all yours.”
---
Azuka made her move first, stepping out onto the carpet where some of the assorted gang members were mingling and dancing. She easily slipped into some dancing of her own, making sure to shake her plump shortstack ass with some twerking when it got into a fitting part of the song. She pretended to just notice the cluster of Bara boys and strode over, pressing her plump breasts into the muscular boy’s stomach just above his crotch.
“Hey there, studs,” Azuka said with a wink. “You boys lookin’ for a good time?”
“Azuka the Bazooka! Didn’t expect to see you here,” her targeted Bushido said with a grin. The tanned guy’s broad hand squeezed her meaty ass.
“I go where I want. Y’know me. C’mon. I could use somebody to dance with. Play nice and you might get to see what’s behind the mask,” she flirted shamelessly.
“You know, I could go for a dance,” Daisuke thought out loud. He was a positively ripped young man with slicked back red hair and a tattoo of crossed swords drawing the eye to his bulging biceps. He was in sweats and a muscle shirt tight enough to see his abs through.
“Not you!” Azuka cut in quickly. “This dude. For reasons!” She grabbed the boy she’d been grinding up against and dragged him off towards the dance floor, catching the eye of her crew along the way.
“Okay, wave two,” Kumatake instructed just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Don’t rush in and make it too obvious.”
“Obvious is my middle name,” Setsuna gloated as she adjusted her hair drills around her shoulders. “And my maiden name is Seduction. My birth name was Drop Dead Sexy, but I had it legally-”
[Yea. We get it.]
Setsuna sniffed huffily, but Ayami smiled and shook her head. “You’re so lucky you don’t have to talk over the music. And that you can read lips and everything.”
[When I’m not staring at sweet, meaty pecs and washboard abs and chiseled…]
“Head in the game, girl,” Kumatake reminded her as Setsuna started to slink her way across the party.
“Scuse me~! Don’t mind me. Coming through. Mind you drink. Ooh, is that scar new? Loving the eyebrow ring,” she mingled as she wove over to the Bushido corner.
One of them took a final swig of his beer and raised his eyebrows. “So the whole Kutakoris showed up. Now it’s a party,” the broad and barrel-chested lug laughed.
“I was just thinking the same thing!” Setsuna said reflexively. “You guys have such a nice evil base.”
“It’s more of a hideout,” her targeted boy shrugged. “Say, who’s your friend there?”
Setsuna blinked quizzically before she looked back where he was pointing. Chihiro was cautiously inspecting the improvised snack table, which consisted of a bunch of open bags of chips and snacks.
“Oh… you mean Chiyo?”
“Yea. I always had a thing for chubby nerd girls. Especially with a rack like that. Sort of an opposites attract thing, yea?”
Setsuna gave him another puzzled stare before her eyes lit up.
“I totally get you! Some guys are just all about big boobs, right? Want me to introduce you?”
“Oh that’d be great!”
Setsuna smiled and nodded. “Perfect. Let me grab you two a couple drinks and I’ll meet you there!”
Setsuna slid off towards the keg and grabbed a couple cups. She glared over her shoulder as the Bara broke off from his group to head towards Chiyo.
“Don’t know what you’re missing, asshole,” she grumbled. She snorted and spit into one of the beers, memorizing which one it was before heading off to meet them.
---
[Well that went a direction,] Ichiru signed to her remaining mentors.
“Did it? Can’t hear shit over the music,” Kumatake grunted.
[Join the club,] the tall goth replied, rolling her eyes. [Still one more.]
“Right. I got this,” Ayami said. She adjusted her skirt and tugged at her shirt before she hurried across the room. She plucked up a cup of beer and leaned casually against a wall, starting to go for a sip. She stuck out her tongue from the smell alone, hastily tossing its contents into a potted plant before pretending to drink her empty cup. She tossed her pink hair and winked towards the remaining teammate by Daisuke, giving a flirty little wave of her fingers. Sharing a few quick nods, he broke off from his bro to head towards her.
“Hey, girl. How you liking the party?” he asked with a broad smile.
“Oh it’s fun!” she beamed back. “It’s just nice to talk to somebody new. I don’t really know a lot of people here… except that girl. I think I kicked her once.”
“That’s a shame. So you came here alone?” he pried. A sudden sinking feeling reached his stomach.
“Nope,” Kumatake muttered behind him. “She has a girlfriend.”
“Oh. That’s great!” the Bara goon insisted. “The BB’s have always supported alternative lifestyles! I’m not gonna name names, but would ya believe some of the crew swings both ways?”
“And we are way open to threesomes,” Kumatake added without changing her expression.
“That is EXTRA great! I super support your life choices!”
“Shut up and get us a room.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Ayami snuck Ichiru a clumsily signed [Okay. You got this.] The little extra effort got the goth to curl her dark lips into a smile. She shook out her pale twintails, gave the girls a few minutes to work their magic, and made her way over towards her crush.
The goth girl’s normally blank face couldn’t help but smile around Daisuke. She approached him and waved before holding up her phone.
“What? Are you giving that to me or something?” he called over the music.
[It’ll help make this easier,] she signed out. She turned it to show the translator app and the subtitles popping up under her free hand.
“Oh. Okay. Sign language?”
[Yea. Ichiru, veteran member of The Ghosters.]
“Cool. Daisuke from the Bushido Baras, naturally.”
[Oh I know. Everybody knows you,] she exaggerated. She rubbed her sweaty, black-tipped hands together. [I’d been wanting to meet you for a long time. Meet you while not like, lurking in the shadows or something. It took a lot of help and time for me to get the courage up to do this.]
“I mean it’s just talking. Not a big deal,” the muscular thug shrugged.
[No. I mean more than that. You’re so cool and confident and… hot. Any girl would be lucky to be with you.]
“I mean… hard to argue with that kind of talk,” he laughed at the compliment.
[So I wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime. Get to know you better, let you get to know me. I’ve… had the biggest goddamn crush on you for months now and I don’t care what the gangs will think. You’re a total dreamboat and you’d make me the happiest delinquent on the streets if we were going out.]
“Woah, just a second. That’s a little fast…”
[Right. Sorry. Just a date first and we’ll see how-]
“Look… I’m sure you’re great and all. For the right person, anyway. I’m sure there’s guys who like the giant emo girl thing, but… not for me.”
Ichiru’s excited grin dropped back into her normal blank stare.
“I’m just saying, dude, I need a girl with a rack. And not as tall as me. And who can like… talk. And doesn’t look like a scary movie I saw when I was a kid. Like best of luck out there, but I think you’re gonna need it…”
Ichiru squirmed for a moment, the towering goth’s fingers and hands fidgeting as she tried to find the gesture that would best sum things up for her.
---
Azuka had found a closet she could drag her distracted thug into. She had coyly peeled off her mask and tugged down her shirt, sucking his thick cock off while his balls rested on her plump, pale tits. She moaned deeply so the music vibrating beneath his soles was almost drowned out by the pulsing of her mouth around his dick.
Kumatake and Ayami had claimed the bedroom, sitting on their goon’s lap. They were back to back as they ground up and down together, grinding their asses on either side of his exposed erection. They kept glancing back at each other and sneaking in kisses like it was their own little game of teasing him.
Chihiro was standing calmly at one end of the party, letting the drunk, musclebound guy explaining a video he saw of a “bbw lubing up her gut and letting a guy fuck it” for reasons she pretended not to understand. Setsuna was keeping an eye on Ichiru’s progress while glancing to make sure the guy who blew her off was drinking his spit-tainted beer.
All that was cut off immediately when a piercing scream of purest rage rang through the party. It was a voice they didn’t recognize, and it certainly wasn’t using any actual words. It sounded like someone had been penting up their feelings for ages before letting it out in one death metal-worthy howl.
“Oh shit,” Kumatake muttered, glancing at Ayami as she broke off their kiss. They both stood up as the blonde adjusted her pants. “Emergency meeting. Gotta go,” she said quickly as they went for the door.
They burst back into the main room where everyone was looking at Ichiru. She was still holding her scream for a good 5 seconds straight as she unleashed her rage on Daisuke. She had started punching the crap out of him in a barrage of blows before they seemed to escalate into a series of precise finger strikes and palm strikes that looked straight out of a kung-fu anime. The Bara Bushido boy couldn’t even react to the speedy and furious assault.
“Holy crap!” Azuka blurted as she popped out of the closet, leaving her man to hastily pull up his pants. “What happened!? Is that a good punching?”
“Didn’t go well,” Setsuna noted dryly, swirling her drink among the gawking party-goers. “I didn’t know our Juliet knew pressure points though.”
“She doesn’t,” Chihiro said, holding up her phone towards the beatdown. Subtitles flew by rapidly to the effect of [You pretentious piece of shit! What did you call me?! I swear to God I’m going to break your stupid handsome face, you dickless little coward! All this time wasted and you’re not even worth my time if you can’t handle-].
It was effectively Ichiru chewing him out while simultaneously beating the shit out of him when her wordless roar ran out of air.
A few of the Baras that hadn’t been entangled with the girl gang hurried over and finally grabbed her by the arms. They pulled the towering girl back, who turned to them with her blank expression clearly transformed into running eyeshadow and a clenched, raw rage that made them recoil in shock.
“Hey! Easy on our girl!” Kumatake barked as the Nightmare Girls moved in on the scene. She clearly didn’t look too concerned with the black and blue mountain of muscle that had slumped into sitting against the wall. The assembled thugs and gangs had looked ready to take action, but that was quickly doused as soon as the full gang appeared by her.
“Geez, lookit poor Dai guy,” Azuka noted, poking him with her foot. “What’d he do? Touch a titty without askin’?”
“He basically called her ugly,” Setsuna summed up. Azuka barely let her finish the sentence before she grabbed Daisuke by the collar and hurled him out the nearest window. The party gasped as a few of his bros ran to the window to see him collapsed in a dumpster on a pile of trash.
“Relax. These places always have dumpsters out back,” Azuka snorted dismissively. “He deserves worse. You don’t call any bitch ugly, especially if she’s one of ours.”
Ayami put a hand on Ichiru’s arm. The tall goth shivered for a moment, but nodded and signed back [Okay. I got this.]
Kumatake cleared her throat for attention. Chiyo nodded and slammed a meaty fist on top of the old boombox, cutting off the music entirely.
“Alright, listen up,” Kumatake said firmly. “We’re done here. So we’re givin’ you two options; we can kick the crap out of every single person here. Cuz we absolutely can. Guaranteed. Or you all move and make a nice clean path for us and we head out right now while nobody even touches us.”
It only took a moment before the gathered goons all shuffled to one side or the other to make a path. They even kicked a few discarded cups or cans out of their way just to be sure. Kumatake just nodded and the crew saw themselves out.
They got outside as Ichiru sniffed and wiped some of the leftover tears from her running eyeshadow. She took a deep breath as they started to walk off down the sidewalk.
“How are you feeling?” Chihiro finally asked.
[Better, actually,] she replied. [Rip off the Band-Aid kind of thing. Just… sorting through some stuff right now.]
“Take yer time,” Azuka said confidently. “I’m bad at thinking things too.”
“I mean, seriously though!” Setsuna cut in. “It all makes sense now! Those meatheads just have terrible taste in women!”
The gang gave her a sideways glance. She cracked another crooked sneer. “They’re intimidated by unique beauties like us. Why else would he blow off a solid ten outta ten like me?”
“Good point,” Kumatake agreed. “Buncha tasteless dumbasses.”
“I don’t want to talk about what Kenichi wanted to do,” Chiyo blurted quickly. “But let’s just say that you’re right!”
Ichiru snorted a small laugh as the gang headed home, shit-talking her crush and his crew all the way.”
---
“She said to meet her here.”
It had been a few days since the party when The Nightmare Girls met in front of the parking lot. It was next to an apartment building with some parking meters by the spots, making them an ill-used remnant from some other project. The giveaways were clear from the resident parking off to the other side and there was an inexplicable tool shed in an inconvenient spot in the corner.
“No sign of her,” Azuka shrugged, cracking her knuckles. “So let’s go walk into the obvious trap, huh? Maybe a handicap’ll let whoever’s after us have a fraction of a chance.”
The five found the door sealed with an ancient padlock, clearly unused for ages. There was a faint sound of hiphop music from the back of the structure, so they walked around to find a chunk of wall removed from the back. Inside, Ichiru was beaming proudly.
Despite its musty and run-down exterior, the inside was roomy and loaded with stuff. A mini fridge was plugged into an outlet with several charging chords next to it. A mirror, several lights and a few conveniences were hung up around the place, and there was even a paper curtain leading off to a private side room. It was drawn back to show a couple of clean futons left on a low, raised platform. A table was set out with some steaming tea set out before the silent thug.
[You girls did a lot for me,] Ichiru signed to the gawking group. Chihiro hurried to pull her phone back out. [I know the gang already bought you lunch, but I wanted to repay you and you said you didn’t have a hideout. This place hasn’t been used for a long time and I swapped out the locks, so you should have it all to yourselves.]
The crew stepped inside to poke around at the various commodities.
[I also wanted to give this back.] Ichiru reached into her bag and bowed her head as she held out a slip of paper. [I forgot to return your temporary membership badge.]
Setsuna absentmindedly took it back and looked at it. “Oh yea. Forgot about that…”
[Just before I go…] The goth girl reached into an iron closet and took out a long wooden pole. It had a long red banner with the kanji for Nightmare Girls written across it in elegant paint strokes.
[I know your tag is usually a lot more wild and runny, but I used to practice calligraphy and I thought some bolder strokes would look better. Since you girls didn’t have a flag I’ve ever seen either…]
“It wasn’t a style thing,” Ayami giggled. “Azuka just always wants to do the spraypaint and… we’re working on technique. Thanks a lot.”
Ichiru held out the banner, but Kumatake just studied it for a moment. “You know… neither of us really used a flag before.”
“Gangs do usually have one though,” Setsuna pointed out.
“So we could use somebody to lug that thing around. Holdin’ it nice and tall.”
Ichiru bit her lip as her fists clenched around the poll. She eased up her grip to start signing.
[I…]
“Lemme guess,” Azuka interrupted. “You wanna join the Nightmares, right?”
She looked in shock at Azuka’s actual accuracy, but nodded rapidly. The Ghosters had already picked up as much; they didn’t talk a lot, but they got good at reading people. Especially since, technically, Ichiru was one of their more “vocal” members.
“See? Girl speaks with her gut. I get that,” the shortstack said proudly.
Setsuna slapped down her open notebook where a handful of names were written out.
“If you could just sign here,” she said with a crooked smile. “We’d be glad to celebrate our new clubhouse with you. So long temporary member Ichiru. Hello genuine Nightmare Girl Ichiru.”