The Bully Code: Vendetta (Patreon)

Another new face introduced to TBC. This was sort of really fragmented in its creation. Making the new girl was my usual process of what don't we have yet? A supersticious muscle girl popped up. So the cast expands until It gets harder and harder to have the full gang drawn together. Still got some sweet camaraderie and femdom as usual.

Naho was up early to prepare for school. That is to say that rather than studying ahead of time, she was off in an alley punching out a long-haired punk.

The thug’s partner let out a battle cry as he charged in behind her with a wooden sword raised high. Naho turned and blocked his wrist with her forearm. The weapon came up short as the attacker flinched in the face of the sneering redhead.

Naho was a girl of fairly average build, but she didn’t appear especially feminine. Her fire-red hair was slicked from front of back, just around chin length in the back. Fierce eyes and sharp, bared canines glared back at the armed delinquent, and thick, visibly muscular arms soaked up his blow without a problem. She most notably wore a boy’s school uniform; some formal-looking slacks and a long-sleeve shirt where she had rolled up the cuffs to her taut and bronze tanned biceps. She sported a bandaid across her nose for no recognizable injury and a small variety of phone charms were clipped to her unoccupied belt loop. A bunny, a red gem, a plastic gold coin… they seemed to have no apparent order, purpose or reason to be there in the first place.

“Ya got some nerve tryin’ ta jump me!” Naho barked as she drove a knee into her latest aggressor’s gut. He huffed and doubled over as she grabbed him by the hair.

“But… you attacked us,” the boy gurgled out before she slammed his face into a trash can. He bounced off and fell limply to the ground as the aggressively grinning girl turned back to the last man standing. The Tiger Chasers were in a heap around and the leader flinched away as he saw her produce a set of brass knuckles from beneath her jacket. Naho slid them on, showing that instead of a flat, dull lining they had more charms on the business end; a horse shoe, a lucky shrine talisman, a four leaf clover…

“Oh shit! You’re Hard Luck Mojimi! The dude that’s been roughing a buncha gangs lately!”

“When will you asshole get it straight!?” Naho shouted, baring her fangs again as she threw her raging strength into her metal-lined punch.

“I’M A CHICK, DAMMIT!”

The gang leader tried to put up his guard and successfully ate the devastating uppercut, lifting him a few inches off the ground before he crashed back to the pavement. Naho stood over the beaten down thugs and dusted off her knucklers before tucking them away.

“Besides, you’re all just warmups,” she muttered. “Won’t be long before I beat up them Nightmare Girls.”

There came a tinny, musical tune from her nearby school bag. It was simple enough in its design but another payload of cute charms and trinkets hung from the side. Naho fished out her phone and her angry expression vanished as she saw her phone.

“Ooh! Horoscope Daily just updated. Better double check,” she noted happily. She started to tap at her phone but barely got a couple steps before she stepped on one of her loose shoelaces. She stumbled and flailed with a panicked yell, wobbling on one foot for a second before falling face first into the pavement.

Naho Majimi had been practicing boxing for a few years now, so she knew her way around a fight. Her utter lack of patience and strong belief in good luck and destiny didn’t make her one to think very far ahead, so as soon as the fists stopped flying, she tended to be an absolute klutz. She paused, facedown in the alleyway like she had been plenty of times before. It was why she had started wearing boy uniforms; they didn’t have skirts for people to look up for all the (many) times she took a spill.

With a gasp, she pushed herself back up and dusted off her uniform. She held her heavily encased phone in one hand, checking the notification she’d received.

“I knew it!” she barked, grinning proudly. “New opportunity to change your life today.' Those Kutakori thugs are goin’ down!”

----

“I’m Naho Mojimi! Aries, B positive blood type. My finishing move is The Lucky Shot. Just don’t mess with me and we should get on fine,” Naho rambled off curtly in front of her new homeroom class.

Nearly every girl in the classroom stared on with stars in their eyes. Naho’s tomboyish appearance, confidence and boy’s uniform had most of them swooning over her. Not to mention that growing up in a school where a handful of troublemakers were the unstoppable queens of the school and streets had done a few things to help students realize some things about their sexuality.

“Did you hear that? She’s into horoscopes. That means he’s sensitive,” a random girl whispered to another.

“And red hair. How exotic,” another sighed dreamily, twirling a finger through her ordinary blue hair.

“I just want his big manly arms to squeeze around me,” her chubby friend squealed beside her.

“I’M A CHICK, YOU IDIOTS!” Naho erupted at them. “And YOU two!”

The raging redhead pointed at the back of the classroom. Setsuna sat with her feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of her. Her head was tilted back and staring up at her phone. Azuka was beside her, a manga held limply in her hands and already snoring before the class had gotten through introducing their new student.

“At least pay attention to me! I’m here to take you down, Nightmare Girls!” Naho vowed.

“Ohhhh here we go,” their homeroom teacher muttered. She took a large step away from Naho to give her space in case something or someone came flying at her. It had been a small mercy that the two girls seemed to forget which homeroom was actually theirs, so the gang wasn’t entirely in one place.

Setsuna blinked vacantly a few times before looking up at their challenger. She stared before pulling her notebook from her pocket, glancing at its contents, then going right back to her phone.

“Sorry, but our schedule is full,” the tall and tan delinquent grumbled listlessly. “We have a lot of slacking and snacking on the books today, so you’ll have to come back another time for your beating.”

“What!? I don’t care! I’m gonna fight you anyway!” Naho snapped.

“Somebody say fight?” Azuka mumbled as she started waking up. Setsuna nudged her in the side.

“Yea, some hot guy wants to fight us. But we’re busy,” the brunette said as she played with her phone.

“But homeroom started. Why aren’t they asleep?” the masked thug grunted. She yawned behind her facemask and folded her arms under her boobs to go back to sleep.

“You know what?!” the teacher cut in hastily. “It’s such a nice day out! Setsuna-san? Azuka-san? Why don’t you show our new student the grounds? Maybe somewhere with a lot less casualties… I mean, with a nice open view?”

“Nah,” Setsuna and Azuka answered in unison. The teacher started to sweat nervously as Naho stepped up to her empty desk and beat a fist on the surface.

“That’s it! I’m callin’ you out! I’m gonna be at the front courtyard before second period, and you better show up!” Naho ordered, clenching a furious fist.

“Uh huh,” Azuka yawned. “Got it.”

---

The bell rang for second period to start. Ayami and Chihiro were waiting patiently for the teacher to start when the door was kicked in.

“Oh it’s him! The hot guy!” someone gasped near the back of the class.

“He’s so handsome! Wow!”

“And he has such cute charms on his bag. He must be so sweet…”

“NOT the time!” Naho shouted at them before pointing to the pair of well-behaved delinquents. “You two! What the fuck?!”

Ayami smiled blankly at her. Chiyo frowned and adjusted her glasses. “You’re going to have to be much more specific about that,” the chubby enforcer explained.

“I called your gang out and nobody showed up! I waited like ten minutes for you girls to come!”

“Wow. I respect that kind of patience,” Chihiro said, raising her eyebrows behind her bangs.

“Say, who did you ask?” her pink-haired teammate asked.

“The purple one and the one with the tan.”

Ayami and Chihiro both nodded knowingly. “Yea, it’s a Monday. Azuka will fight anybody, but she’s usually up late playing video games on the weekends,” Ayami explained. “She needs her nap for a couple of classes to really get back in her… y’know.”

The smiling delinquent jabbed at the air limply. “Fightoholic mode. Hey, did anybody watch her stream last night? Did I miss anything neat?”

“Well… ugh! Well fight me now then! Or later! I don’t care!” Naho ordered.

“With us?!” Chiyo asked, looking rather surprised. They were always the more reasonable members of the gang. “I… don’t think you want that.”

Naho hesitated. She eyed Ayami carefully. Chihiro was surprised by all this, but the smaller girl certainly didn’t look worried by any of this. There were all sorts of rumors about her being the most dangerous nutjob in the entire city who could win fights that Kumatake couldn’t… or was that arcade games? Either way, she decided she’d start with someone more achievable.

“Maybe you’re right…” Naho grumbled. She pounded a fist on a nearby desk, just for her grip to slip and throw her off balance. She stumbled to the floor and scrambled back up, hastily adjusting the bandage on her nose. She beat her fist down again a bit more carefully as the girls around her whispered about her being so cool but so vulnerable.

“So spill it! Where can I fight the others?!” Naho demanded.

Chiyo rolled her eyes, seeming unimpressed. “Look, if you really want it that bad…”

“Azuka calls that a fight boner,” Ayami noted cheerily as she doodled in her notebook.

“It’s a little before lunch. Azu-san has usually gotten hungry and slipped out of class by now to sneak in an early snack. You can catch her in the halls around the lockers and she’ll probably be in a sour mood because she’s not full from that yet.”

“Perfect! My first strike against the Nightmare Girls starts today!” Naho declared. She stomped off and nearly tripped again as she went to follow her directions. Chiyo shook her head as she went back to her studies.

“Wonder if she’ll land a punch,” Chihiro pondered out loud.

“Maybe she’ll get lucky and dodge if she trips again,” Ayami replied. “You think that band-aid was from her fighting or falling over so much?”

“Um… girls?” their teacher asked modestly. “I’d like to continue with the lesson. If that’s okay with you…”

“Yes please!” Ayami chimed, waving back at the teacher. “Go for it!”

---

“AZUKA!”

“Huh!?” Azuka glared back at Naho, sneering as she chomped into her candy bar. “The fuck you doin’ disturbin’ my snack break?”

“That’s more like it! A lot more fire in you now that you’re not sleeping through class and skipping out on challenges!”

“Oh, so you’re ready to challenge me, huh? Big mistake!” Azuka snorted. She stuffed the last of her candy into her mouth and tugged down her facemask.

“I challenged you this morning! I was always ready! I waited for-”

“Yea yea! If I don’t remember it, it doesn’t count.” Azuka rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck before letting her body loosen up, bobbing her plump boobs around in her top. “So shut up and put ‘em up!”

Naho snarled and sprinting towards Azuka. She drew back a hand for a palm strike as the shorter girl stood her ground, just to throw her weight into the other shoulder and pivot around her. Azuka didn’t even see her coming as she brought the spiraling punch down at her pompadoured head.

It wasn’t like she HAD to see it coming anyway. Azuka threw up an arm, slamming a backhand punch into Naho’s face. The redhead’s eyes crossed as she lost all momentum, stumbling and barely able to stay on her face.

“The hell you dancin’ around for!?” Azuka demanded. She grabbed the staggering Naho by the collar and dragged her down to her knees where Azu could actually stand taller than her.

“Come at me head on if ya ain’t a pussy!”

Azuka slammed the girl with a headbutt, knocking Naho silly. She groaned and her head lolled around as Azuka shifted her weight, shoulder-tossing her through the air and slamming her into the lockers. Naho groaned and draped an arm on one of the open lockers, trying to drag her aching body back up. The powerful hits from the girl they nicknamed The Bazooka really had taken the strength out of her in a hurry.

She suddenly stopped rising as Azuka drove the sole of her foot into her crotch. She pushed Naho back down to a seated position as Azuka ground her shoe over her pants.

“Still getting’ up? That’s better than I can say for most dudes that come our way,” Azuka scoffed. “I like a guy who can take a punch.”

“I’m… ah… not a guy,” Naho grunted, trying to push back at Azuka’s stocky leg. The masked girl frowned for a moment and suddenly poked at her crotch a few times with the toe of her shoe.

“A girl, huh? Hows about that?” Azuka noted, suddenly more curious than furious. “Cuz you got a lot of balls to go gunnin’ for me. That and the uniform…”

“Anyone can wear any uniform,” Naho grumbled. Even her muscular arms couldn’t budge the pinning bully, especially when Azuka stomped down suddenly harder.

“YOU TELLIN’ ME HOW TO RESPECT PEOPLES’ GENDERS, YA DUMB PIECA SHIT!? I DON’T NEED NO LESSONS FROM YOU, YA PRESUMPTUOUS DUMPSTER FIRE!”

A few more stomps had Naho squirming and squeaking, any air of defiance and challenge quickly fading away. She curled up cupping her groin as she rolled by Azuka’s feet.

“Comin’ at me like I judge shit,” Azuka huffed, crossing her arms beneath her hefty breasts. “I’ve beat up and fucked all kindsa genders and nouns and shit. Don’t you lecture me! Just cuz I respect everybody don’t mean I won’t punch ‘em in the face!”

“Th-thanks?” Naho gurgled. She grunted again as Azuka’s wide ass suddenly sat on her stomach.

“No problem. Now let’s see what you’re packin’ here.”

Azuka’s hands worked quickly, and true to her word, she unbuttoned a pair of pants just as easily as she unhooked a bra. She dropped Naho’s pants with a firm tug, revealing the snug purple panties underneath.

“Ooh, purple. I can respect that!” Azuka noted brightly.

“H-hey! Get outta there!” Naho thrashed and tried to knock Azuka off, but the squat bully grabbed her by the legs. She sat further back as she pulled Naho’s pants off, folding her up with her legs tucked under her armpits. Azuka’s thick ass squashed across the redhead’s face as she was pinned beneath the bottom-heavy bully.

“Don’t bother squirmin’! You’re just makin’ it more fun for me!” Azuka laughed. She slapped her palm across Naho’s muscular butt, making her shriek and spasm beneath her.

“Nice ass on ya too!” Azuka pointed out as she gave a few more drumming slaps. Each noisy smack made Naho’s ass cheeks redder as her panties rode further up her upturned ass. The scrappy redhead panted and gasped as her paddled ass only grew more sensitive to the blows, her hips bucking with every following spank. Her hot breath puffed against Azuka’s hips, getting her to emit a low chuckle.

“Oh you’re likin’ this too, huh? Most dorks would have to buy me dinner first. By which I mean take their lunch money…”

Azuka dragged Naho’s midsection under her arm, trapping her completely as she dragged her panties down around her thighs. The shorter punk went on spanking her, adding an extra curl of her fingers at the end of each slap. The motion rubbed the digits over Naho’s dampening slit, adding a teasing caress to her spanking that sent mixed signals coursing through the redhead’s body. She gasped and panted as her struggles grew weaker, manipulated by the more powerful master bully. Azuka’s eyes just curled into a sinister grin behind her mask as her finger flicked hard against Naho’s clit.

“AHHH SHIT~!” Naho wailed, shuddering as her pussy quivered at the firm touch. She squirted out past Azuka’s legs as the masked bully laughed.

“There ya go! Never fails on pain sluts like you,” Azuka gloated.

“I… I’m not a painslut or whatever,” Naho groaned, too listless to press the subject. Azuka just shoved her off her lap and onto the floor.

“Well ya came after me, so I don’t know what else to call ya. See ya around, squirts, unless you know what’s good for ya.”

---

Chihiro and Ichiru went walking through the empty halls. It was a little before lunch break and they had slipped out together when it became clear the teacher was running out the clock on the reading assignment. It wasn’t as if Ichiru went to this school anyway. She was just so quiet and stealthy for a 7-foot-tall schoolgirl that her actual school kept assuming she was silently lurking somewhere and marking her as present.

“Gotcha, new meat!” Naho blurted as she jumped into the hall behind them. She flicked her wrist to draw out her charm-covered knuckleduster, rushing at Ichiru from behind.

The white-haired brushed a hand against her hip, loosening the weighted chain that dangled there. It unspooled an extra five feet before she tugged on it and twirled to one side. The chain whipped along after her, leaving Naho to rush right into its center. One more flourish and a tug and it wrapped itself around the redheaded brawler, tugging tightly around her to squeeze her arms against her chest.

Ichiru signed something at her with an unimpressed frown. Naho gave her a puzzled look as Chihiro nodded.

“Right. Except that he’s a she. The uniforms are non-gendered lately, so that archaic rule’s been left behind.”

Ichiru raised an eyebrow and gestured something else in sign language, staring at Naho expectantly.

“What? What is it? You looking for a fight? You doing your hand jutsus on me, ya stretched out witch?”

Ichiru’s face dropped grimly as she cracked her knuckles.

“It’s sign language!” Chiyo cut in. “She can’t speak. I forgot that you’re new here, because everyone else uses translators on their phones when she’s around. I’ve actually picked up a lot of it myself just from spending time together.”

“Really? That’s interesting. I wonder if HEY! Not why I’m here!” Naho corrected. She threw a kick at Chihiro’s calf, expecting her to drop to the floor so she could launch a sweet counterattack like when she took on the Rally Sisters.

Chiyo’s thick thigh jiggled but she didn’t budge. She stared at Naho blankly, and especially blankly with her bangs and glasses in the way. Ichiru cut in and stepped on her leg, dropping Naho to her knees and tugging the chain tighter.

“Ow! How can you not hear me and still kick this much ass without looking!?” Naho griped.

Ichiru smirked and took out her phone with one hand, tucking the chain under her arm. She signed with one hand for it as text popped up <Your footsteps are clumsy as fuck, dumbass. Git good.>

“Oh is there a hand sign for ‘git good?’ That app is really good,” Chiyo noted brightly.

“Whatever! That’s super progressive but let me go so I can beat your asses into a whole new kind of handicapped! You bitches won’t stop me from running this school.”

Chiyo pursed her lips fretfully. “You know, we might, but we need to go reserve our spot on the roof for lunch. As the lower kohai of the gang, we’re expected to reserve spots for cherry blossom festivals, picnic lunches and the like, so we wanted to get there early.”

<It’s really not,> Ichiru signed again. <But I felt like ditching class anyway. At least my actual lit teacher gave us poetry about death and cool stuff.>

“Like I care,” Naho huffed. “I’m gonna bust outta this thing and mop the floor with all-”

Ichiru gave another twirl like a gymnast with a ribbon. She planted her foot in the middle of the loose chain and twisted it around, yanking Naho suddenly to her feet. She stumbled forward and right into a loop the towering goth left open, binding her hands before she rearranged the chain to drape open a low-hanging beam by the ceiling. Naho yelped as she found herself suddenly lifted off the ground, hanging a couple feet from the floor with her arms and legs behind her back in a surprisingly bondage-like position.

“H-hey! How the hell did you even do that?!”

<Mom made me take a year of gymnastics and cheerleading,> Ichiru signed behind her phone. <She thought it would held me with my posture from looking down on everyone, but it just sucked ass. That and…>

The pale goth blushed. <And watching this one video a lot where this muscle dude gets tied up… the knot work was really good in it…”

“Sorry, but should I be here for this?” Chihiro asked politely. Ichiru gave her a considering glance before looking back to Naho. Her uniform was left askew, showing some of her bound cleavage and making the muscles in her arms and legs show off more in the bound position. The def girl grinned.

<…yea, you go ahead. I can make do with this for now.>

“What!? Whatya mean ‘make do?’ Why are all you Nightmare Girls this thirsty!?”

<So you ran into Setsuna, huh?> Ichiru smirked.

“No! I ran into Azuka.”

<Oh yea. Her too.>

“Things are a little tense lately,” Chihiro added apologetically. “A lot of the rival gangs are still recovering from their last rumbles, and with Valentine’s just a little while ago, there’s more couples going around. Boss says it’s awkward when we just humiliate one of them at a time, and getting them into one place together is such a hassle…”

Ichiru smirked and breathed out a soft snicker. <TFW no sweaty muscle himbo bf.>

“Wow, that app is REALLY good at those,” Chihiro praised again. “But I’m going to hold onto our spot. You two have fun.”

“What?! How do you expect me to have fun like this!?” Naho demanded. She wriggled and flexed, but the chains held strong.

<You really need to get on the internet more,> Ichiru signed as Chihiro went up the stairs to the roof. The mute girl hesitated and put a thumb to Naho’s cheek, tilting her head this way and that.

<Did you really fight Azu?> she asked, holding up her phone to be understood.

“Yea,” Naho grumbled. “Beat my ass. Wasn’t my lucky day.”

Ichiru raised her eyebrows in surprise. <Seriously? Because you sure don’t look like it.>

“I bounce back quick. You got to when you fight and fall over as much as I do.”

Ichiru broke into another smirk. <Oh really? Well I’ll make sure you don’t fall down, slick. I got you night and tight.>

Ichiru plucked a piece of the chain, getting Naho to gasp. The ripple made much of it wobble, particularly where her body was putting her weight balanced on her groin and nipples. Her mouth hung open as Ichiru caught a finger under her chin, tipping it up and planting a brief kiss with her black-painted lips.

<Your safety word is,> Ichiru signed, just to drop her phone and keep gesturing.

“W-what? I missed the last part!” Naho panicked, squirming just as Ichiru had been hoping. She grinned wider and brushed some of her white hair from her face before swiftly unbuttoning the redhead’s top. It fell open to reveal her bound breasts and a deeply cut set of abs. Ichiru’s eyes went wide and her lips curled into a massive grin as her hands ran over the muscular stomach. She signed something quickly, but it ended with her hands folded in a thankful prayer to something.

Ichiru went after the bound, muscular tomboy like she was unwrapping a Christmas present. She’d flick or pluck the chains seemingly as random afterthoughts, but it always vibrated the chains against some tender spot. Several links ran down her ass and under her groin, making popular targets. Naho cooed and moaned as her pussy started to soak through her panties and even darkening the crotch of her pants.

Ichiru mostly busied herself around Naho’s middle. She spent a lot of time kissing and licking around her abs, just close enough to send fresh tingling near the redhead’s pussy. Her stomach muscles tensed and twitched as they were tickled and worshipped, forcing weak gasps and moans out of the trapped tomboy.

“Ah… quit it… that tickles,” Naho panted.

<Less talking,> Ichiru signed out with one hand, even if she didn’t understand. <You’re ruining my fantasy that you’re still a dude.> She tugged down on the sports bra and emitted a soft squeal of delight.

<PECS! PECS PECS PECS! You have actual pecs! Holy shit, what’s your workout regimen like? I have no idea what it means but I just love hearing you meatheads talk about it! Gets me like Nachi Falls over here.>

“I don’t know what you’re AHH~!”

Ichiru couldn’t help but bite into her captive’s breast like a hungry spider. Naho’s breasts weren’t small, but they were tightly packed with muscle that they were broader and tighter than most. Ichiru happily feasted on it, nibbling at the firm flesh while tonguing at her hard nipple. Ichiru’s eyes rolled in her own sadistic and muscle-starved frenzy. She left plenty of shallow red bite marks in her wake as she sucked on one muscular breast and rubbed down the other. Her other hand beneath her long skirt as she squatted in place to reach them, masturbating in the heat of her reckless muscle worship. Two fingers rubbed inside her pussy before adding a third, pumping rapidly as she moaned hungrily for more. She sank her teeth into one of the nipples and tugged down as if milking a particularly buff cow, getting Naho to shriek and squirm.

“Ah fuck! Fuck! Sssstop!” she whined with a heavily lusty tone behind her voice. She jerked and swayed like a suspended fish as Ichiru nodded.

<Just what I was going to say~!> she signed, taking her hand from one of Naho’s breasts long enough to deliver her message. She grabbed and pulled one of the chain segments hard, dragging its ridges rapidly over Naho’s pussy. She arched her back, almost bent in half backward as she cried out and came along with Ichiru without ever laying a hand on her crotch. She shook in place, suspended and bound as cum stained her pants and Ichiru’s saliva ran down her chest and abs. The white-haired goth rubbed her face into the slick abs once more before she sighed and came into her hand as well.

The tall girl leaned her head back limply, smiling and breathing a soft chuckle. She listlessly rose back up and stretched out to her full, incredible height.

<Well that was fun,> she signed as she picked her phone back up. <You sure were ripped for somebody that weak.>

“I’m… I’m uh…” Naho mumbled, still drunk on the afterglow of her orgasm. “I ain’t weak…”

<For one of us you are,> Ichiru corrected. <Doesn’t do a lot of good being a shark when you’re in the jungle, right?>

“I… guess you’re right?” Naho didn’t get it at all, but she was too exhausted to argue. She’d need a few minutes for that at least. “So what now? Are you gonna kill me? Toss me off the roof? Put some sand in my shoe?” she demanded listlessly.

<Oh god no. I’m not going to be late for lunch for that. I’m going to go wash up, so you can do whatever.>

“I can?” Naho looked surprised again, just to squirm and barely budge in her bonds. Ichiru snickered as she gave her a sideway glance.

“Hey! No I can’t! How do I get out of this bullshit!?”

<Oh, it’s easy. Just relax.>

“Just re… huh?”

Naho looked confused as she stopped struggling. Ichiru smirked and flicked another piece of the chain, resulting in a series of rapid clinks and clicks. The bonds came loose and the half-naked Naho flopped to the floor as Ichiru flicked her wrist, coiling her chain back up and clipping it onto her skirt.

<See? Sometimes you gotta cool it down a little,> Ichiru signed. She gave a lackluster salute with two fingers as she headed for the bathroom. <Hope to see you around, ab blaster.>

---

The Nightmare Girls were gathered and eating on the roof of the school, swapping stories and bragging as they ate their various bentos and school lunches. They had a few minutes of their usual rowdy revelry before the door slammed open. They looked up casually, expecting an especially bold student council member or someone who hadn’t realized they had already claimed the roof as their snacking turf for the day.

Sure enough, it was just a breathless, buff redhead in a disheveled boy’s uniform.

“Nightmare… Girls,” Naho panted as she slicked back her hair. “I’m… I’m here to beat you once and for all.”

“Oh hey! It’s you!” Azuka laughed. “I thought I killed you!”

“You beat me ass and then made me… uh… finish,” Naho trailed off. “Of course I’m not dead.”

“Eh. Whatever. Want me to finish the job?” Azuka asked, socking a fist into her palm as she got up and set aside her rice bowl.

“Oh it’s you!” Chihiro repeated. “She’s been trying to schedule a fight all day and we can’t get our schedules lined up.”

Setsuna’s eyes lit up as she pulled out her notebook.

“Really now!? Because we haven’t had any good scraps in a while and bullying output’s been way down, so we can fit you in about now!”

“You told me the schedule was full this morning!!” Naho blurted.

“There but the plans of mice and mooses,” Setsuna shrugged.

“It’s mice and men! The best laid plans of mice and men!” Naho shouted, sounding more annoyed than ready for a fight. “Get your Burns poetry right at least!”

Azuka whistled, clearly impressed. “Wow,” she noted. “You know where things are from? Smart.”

Naho finally rolled her eyes and pointed at Kumatake. “You! I’m taking you on!”

Kumatake gave a curious grunt before taking another bite of the sausage in her chopsticks. “Kay. Why?”

“Cuz you’re the strongest! And I gotta beat the strongest!”

Kumatake laughed and stood up, setting her food aside. Ayami neatly placed the lid back on the box for her to keep it fresh.

“Okay! Good reason,” she smirked. “And you came to the right place. They don’t get stronger than us.”

The tall blonde cracked her neck as she stepped towards the challenger. Naho took on a quick boxing stance as she stood ready.

“Then c’mon! Give me all you got! I can take it!”

Kumatake stopped halfway towards her. She tilted her head quizzically, like she didn’t understand her language.

“What? No. No way. That’s not part of the deal.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not gonna like… try or anything. I’m just gonna beat you up. I don’t do anything at full power these days.”

“Huh? But I need Kumatake the War Goddess! The one who flips cars and smashes walls and all that cool shit!”

“Yea, I can do that. But I’m not trying when I do it. I just do it,” Kumatake shrugged, itching lazily at the back of her head.

“You… huh? Then how did you train to get this strong? I’ve been hitting the gym and lifting weights and-”

“I don’t train.” Kumatake just folded her arms, leaving her leather jacket hanging over her shoulders. “They way I’ve seen it, people don’t become strong. You be strong. When you’ve got that, your body will catch up to you.”

Naho’s eyes glazed over for a moment, staring back at her before shaking her head. “I… I can’t believe that! I’m going to kick your ass and show I’m the toughest student in this whole freakin’ school!”

Kumatake smirked and shook her head. “I like your spunk, kid. If you were a chick, I might even see about letting you join the gang.”

“I AM A GIRL, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” Naho erupted, muscled bulging in fury.

Kumatake’s smile dropped and she furrowed her brow. “Oh. Huh. …are you sure?”

Naho let out a furious war cry and charged at her. She threw her full weight into her charm-lined weapon and slammed it into Kumatake’s jaw with a booming impact. Her head jerked slightly… and that was all. The blonde still stared at her, unflinching all the while.

“Not bad.”

With just that, Kumatake slammed a hard punch into Naho’s stomach. The tomboy grunted as she was lifted off her feet for a moment, just before the impact properly hit her body. There was an explosive force as the air was torn apart around her, going off like a sonic boom and tearing the clothes off her with the force of the single punch. She flew back against the fence around the rooftop, her bare, tight ass and muscled back clashing with the links noisily and leaving a light imprint across her back. She slumped to the floor, her lean and muscular body slumped naked against the fence. 

"Guess she was right. Girl after all," Kumatake noted as she turned away. 

Naho's head spun as it took her a full minute to really snap out of it, curling up and blushing as she tried to hide her breasts and genitals. She awaited her further punishment, only to find the bullies were already eating their lunches again.

“H-hey! What’re you doing?”

“Eating,” Azuka mumbled as she lifted her mask to slurp up more rice. “Don’t want it getting cold.”

“Warm food served cold is highly frowned upon by the bully code,” Setsuna lectured proudly.

“Except sushi,” Chiyo added. “It’s in the amendments. And pizza if it’s still room temperature.”

Naho grimaced as they brushed her off, some angry tears welling up in her eyes. “You… no! You can’t just blow me off! I have to beat you! I have to prove myself!”

Ichiru started to sign again, but Naho was blown so far back that Ayami watched her to translate out loud.

“To… who? You don’t owe… anyone… shit (ooh, that’s a dirty sign). The gangs all… know they can’t beat us. What’s the big die… no, big deal!”

Naho sucked in a deep breath and stood back up. She dropped her arms from her naked body to show off her subtle female curves and dense muscle.

“Cuz my folks thought I was too weak when I was little! They tried protecting me, but I worked hard to show them I could handle myself. Then when we moved to this district, I had to get homeschooled. And you know why?”

She pointed dramatically at the gang.

“Because the strongest, rudest, toughest delinquents in the whole damn city went to the local school! I finally convinced them to let me come here so I could take you down and show them I was able to handle myself! So I won’t rest until I kick every one of your horny, cheatin’, no-good-”

Kumatake finished a bite of her sausage and took a swig from her thermos of tea.

“Just join the gang already, dumbass.”

“…huh?”

“Join. Right?” Kumatake’s gang looked to her expectantly. “Your folks are scared you’re gonna get hurt cuz we’re on a rampage, right? Well we’re not exactly going to stop, so… y’know. What safer place is there to be in this school than working with the toughest, baddest asses around?”

“Plus,” Setsuna added, raising her finger. “We HAVE been working on how to handle our expanding staff. Spreading territory, bullying in shifts, better organized loitering…”

“You did land a hit on the boss’ face,” Azuka noted. “I mean, you went down like a punk, but still. That’s a lot more than most of the whole girl gang community can say.”

<And aaaaaaabs,> Ichiru signed, her eyes glazing over and drooling a bit.

“That’s a good point,” Chihiro agreed. “You’re obviously okay with being naked in public.”

She pointed to the currently nude Naho, who blushed again.

“You’ll find that it’s a surprisingly useful skill in our gang.”

“Plus you annoyed a bunch of teachers busting into class and challenged people. We do that alllll the time!” Ayami noted brightly. “You’d totally fit right in!”

“Exactly! I was tellin’ you guys after the fight, right? We can call her Azuka Junior!” Azuka said proudly.

<No we can’t.>

“You might have to work your way up though,” Kumatake added. “Like from a… what’s it…?”

“Minion,” Setsuna filled in.

“Yea. Cuz we were sort of just three people last year and now we’re sorta… like I didn’t think I’d make this many friends in this short a time.”

“Do you… make friends with everyone you punch in the face and blow all their clothes off?” Naho finally managed to cut in.

“Nah.” Kumatake shrugged and smirked. “You’re just special like that. So come on over and grab a bite. You’re missing lunch.”

“I didn’t say yes yet,” Naho muttered.

“You will. Eventually,” Kumatake nodded. “Take your time. I ain’t ever seen anybody happier than the people in our crooked little family.”

The blonde squeezed Ayami around the shoulders, getting her girlfriend to plant a kiss on her cheek. She punched Azuka in the shoulder with her other hand, getting a playful jab in return. Naho took a careful step closer before going the rest of the way, sitting down by Setsuna and Ichiru.

“So uh… assuming I agree… do I need to eat naked? Is this part of my hazing, because if it is, should I have awful body writing on me or a brand or tattoo…?”

<Fuck no, dude. They just let you in. You really are a fuckin’ masochist, aren’t you muscle bitch,> Ichiru signed out with a grin.

“Well you can’t take a punch, but at least you bounce back fast,” Setsuna chuckled. “But you’re in luck. I’ve got a spare uniform I was starting to modify. A little stretching here and stitching there…”

“And here!” Ayami scooped some fried chicken from her lunch box onto a napkin. “If you had your lunch with you, it probably blew up there, so you can have some of mine. I was going to share it with the rest of the gang anyway.”

“Yea! So eat up!” Azuka slugged Naho in the shoulder, getting her to flinch but smiling awkwardly. It was nice to have someone who’d tread her that physically and chummy after dealing with her overprotective family. She chuckled to recall her fortune for the day: new opportunities indeed.

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“He’s so cute~!”

“Can you believe it?”

“I never thought I’d see it outside of a manga!”

Naho blushed as her eye twitched. Of course, Setsuna wasn’t carrying a spare boy’s uniform. The usual skirt and blouse style would have to do for today. She leaned back in her seat, trying to ignore the gossiping girls in her class as she sat by a casually slacking Azuka, Ichiru and Kumatake.

“He’s so macho he can still look cool in a girl’s uniform.”

“I knew girls could wear boy uniforms, but the other way around…”

“You see his big strong legs? I bet he’s got a bit-”

“HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA TELL YOU HORNY BITCHES I’M A GIRL!?” Naho erupted as she sprang to her feet.

“New minion’s kinda noisy, huh?” Azuka asked, laughing behind her mask as she toyed around on her phone.

“Yup. She’ll fit right in,” Kumatake chuckled. “No offense.”

<None taken,> Ichiru signed to her. <Because thank god I’m def or I’d get sick of listening to you all flip your lids like that.> She sighed and slumped her towering frame into her chair as Naho went off on the still swooning female students.

<At least this one’s got pecs though…>