The Bully Code: Burger Queens (Patreon)

This one took me a while to finish. I’d had it laying around, then moved on to another idea for The Bully Code, then sort of got drained by the whole Covid thing and my workload with other stuff. It felt like I didn’t have the chaotic energy to write much for the girls so worked on other stuff, and even other bullying stories instead.

I ultimately forgot what a force of nature these characters are. I distinctly remember starting a story once but their dialogue ran away from me and suddenly their decisions mattered more than mine. The Nightmare Girls know what they want and have very strong, very sudden reactions to things. I started dabbling in this story again today just to see what I could do and ended up writing the last half of the story.

I’m not sure where the idea came from, but the gang just sitting at a cafeteria table and holding Godfather-esque court accepting cheeseburgers for favors just felt like something they would do. It’s also a rare chance for Kumatake to be actually happy, and exactly why didn’t even occur to me until the very end of the story. I’d even written out a sort of blueprint of the events of the story, but half of them got thrown away when I came up with the last two scenes instead. I really like what it sets up for those girls, and it establishes a sort of hidden dynamic that Setsuna and Kumatake have. Azuka wears her heart on her sleeve all the time, but those two of the classic trio share a playful sadism. They love to lord over people and show off, and they’ve become secure enough with each other to take jabs now and then when they’re in a good mood. They all love the crap out of each other, however that manifests for each of them.

What was once more of an inside joke among the cafeteria workers had become an annual tradition at Kutakori High. Every year they would celebrate International Hamburger Day at the cafeteria and students would come running for them. The barely recognized holiday was even more obscure in Japan, but the cafeteria ladies had jokingly put them on the menu one year with a cheesy sign boasting about it. The item sold like crazy, so it became tradition for students to wait on bated breath for the meaty sandwiches.

It wasn’t just that the burgers were good. Even with a slight markup from the usual lunches, the teens would gladly pay up for them. The real reason the day was such a joyous relief was that the local street gang The Nightmare Girls were suckers for burgers. It was the only day that students could expect Kumatake to smile on a regular basis.

And when their boss was in a good mood, the gang was in a good mood. When they were in a good mood, the already dimwitted and accidentally helpful thugs were much more inclined to consider a favor.

“I don’t get it. Why aren’t we eating on the roof?” Naho said as she trotted down the stairs. She followed Kumatake, Azuka and Ayami, all three of their school bags in her arms. She was still on the minion/intern level, despite being a part of the gang, which meant she got a lot of the scrub work. She was still happy just to be a part of it if that meant she could stay in public school.

“Yea, I kind of liked the view up there,” Ayami agreed. “So long as it doesn’t blow my handkerchief away.”

“Oh right! You new guys haven’t been in the gang that long,” Azuka noted, her boobs and pompadour bouncing as she descended to the second floor. “Boss has gotta hold court, and that means we gotta be in the public eye.”

“Court?” Ayami asked, tilting her head quizzically to the side. “Like we’re seeing a judge? Isn’t that bad for a gang to do?”

“Not when I’m the judge,” Kumatake said, widening her uncharacteristically satisfied smile. “These dopes know the black-market value of a hot and fresh caf burger around here. We don’t gotta buy nothin’ or shake anyone down today… we just get to eat.”

Setsuna had gathered the others, leading Ichiru and Chihiro to wait in front of the cafeteria. The school’s lunch room was a few large, scattered tables in front of the stand where they usually peddled breads, rice balls, sandwiches and other quick and portable meals. While the tables were usually packed, one of the small ones in the corner was left blatantly unoccupied. As the cool rebels of the school, they rarely ate in the cafeteria itself and didn’t bother reserving a table when they could just throw someone out of it if they wanted.

“I took the liberty of organizing a table with the students beforehand. I hope that’s alright with you!” Chihiro blurted.

“Nah, it’s great. Thanks a lot, Chiyo.” Kumatake gave her an affectionately firm pat on the back and dropped into one of the seats. She leaned back against the wall and kicked up her feet with a content sigh as her friends settled in around her. She watched as the students had been waiting for them to arrive and hastily flooded the service station to buy out the entire stock of burgers.

The kindly older ladies passed off the fast food to the desperate students, most of whom turned right around and hurried towards the Nightmare Girls. The first was a short and stocky guy with a shaved head, gripping his wrapped up burger in one hand.

“Excuse me, Nightmare Girls!? I need to know if-”

“Ah ah~!” Setsuna chimed, wagging a finger at him. “Not how this works.”

The nasally thug turned her finger around and jabbed its tip into the table.

“Not until we get our burger. Then we consider it.”

“Consider what?” Ayami asked again. Kumatake shrugged.

“Anything, really. I’m in a good mood.”

“R-right! Here!” The student passed his burger onto the table and slid it over like a contract. Kumatake took it and glanced at the label.

“Lettuce and pickles?” Kumatake offered, holding it up in the air.

“Ooh! Don’t mind if I do,” Setsuna chirped. She snaked an arm around Azuka to snatch it from her boss’ hands and started unwrapping it greedily.

“So what’s your deal, kid?” Kumatake asked one of the senior students.

“I’m going to be competing in the karate championship in Tokyo next week! I needed to know if you could teach me any moves that I could use,” he pleaded desperately.

Kumatake shook her head. “Don’t do martial arts. Sorry. All I do is punch.”

“There’s Hanari… her dad has a dojo,” Ayami mused, rubbing her chin. “But she only does kendo.”

Naho slapped her hands on the table.

“Seriously? None of you do martial arts at all?!” she demanded.

“Yea. Why bother?” Setsuna asked around her mumbling mouthful of burger. “We already beat everyone up just by… like, fighting.”

“I’ve got my Bodacious Body Bomb,” Azuka boasted. “But that’s my own made up fighting style. Like Sentaku in Voracious Battle Riders. Plus I don’t think the judges would like you pulling a move like that… you don’t have big enough tits for it.”

“Alright, screw it,” Naho huffed. “I’ve been boxing for ages. I can meet ya after school by the gym and wail on ya to show you some basics you can probably use. Would that help?”

Her teammates shrugged and the student nodded. “Yea! Thank you so much, Nightmare Girls!”

He bowed deeply and by the time he was rushing off, there was a line bisecting the cafeteria made up of students and their humble offerings of burgers, fries and sweet drinks.

“Ohhhh…” Ayami slowly realized. “So it’s like that…”

<So we let people buy us lunch and do them favors?> Ichiru signed to them behind her phone translator.

“If we feel like it,” Kumatake added. “If we don’t like the food or we just don’t wanna, tell ‘em to fuck off. They had their chance.”

“It’s like that Goodfathers movie,” Setsuna said with a smile. “The movie about the yakuza I found with the fan subtitles. ‘They’re giving us offers we can refuse.”

<That tangent explains so much about you,> Ichiru said through her hands. <But this sounds rad as hell, so I’m in.>

A tall pink-haired girl stepped up next and set down her tray. Kumatake gave it another glance.

“Double cheeseburger and fries?” she announced listlessly to the gang.

“Ooh,” Chihiro mused, but Azuka dove in and grabbed the tray from under her boss’ arm.

“Dibs! I’ve been starvin’ myself all morning so I can pig out on these!” the masked punk squealed.

Kumatake smiled to see her squad so happy and lively, to the point where it made the new girl pause to see her smiling back at her.

“Oh! I uh… wanted to know if you can help me pass my math test this week. I have tennis practice and coach says my grades need to improve to stay on…”

“Threaten the teacher,” Kumatake summed up. “You got it. Next.”

“Whoa! Actually, boss! If I may,” Chihiro spoke up politely. “I happen to be pretty handy with numbers, and that was while balancing the swim team and student council for a while. I can help tutor you if that’s uh… less aggravating to the staff?”

“That sounds great! Thank you!” the pink-haired girl blurted.

Kumatake snapped her fingers and pointed at Azuka. The purple-haired punk had stuck several fries under her mask, munching them as they gradually vanished into her mouth like a snacking hamster.

“Azu. You heard her. Chiyo’s doing the favor so she gets first dibs.”

“Ah man,” she groaned but she pushed the tray down the table towards Chihiro.

“Then do more of the chores,” Kumatake deflected her objections.

“We can split it, Azu-san,” Chihiro offered.

“Split a double burger? That’s just a regular burger! Hard pass. I’m a growin’ girl and I needs my meats.”

Chihiro started on her burger as the students and their requests piled in. Help with homework or protection from other gangs or bullies were common, enough that the girls were quickly stocked. They stood or sat around their table eating while splitting a case of soda between them.

“Naho-san! Will you please go out with me!?” the next girl blurted. She bowed and held out her burger as an offering.

“What?!” the redhead blurted out.

“Sure,” Kumatake answered for her as she took the meal away. She was still chewing on her own burger like a content lioness.

“WHAT!?” Naho blurted louder.

“What? You don’t like onions?” Kumatake asked, tossing the burger in front of her.

“Yea. You’re still the new girl. You gotta pay your dues,” Setsuna tutted.

“And date some girl for a cheeseburger!?”

“Or not,” Kumatake shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Well don’t say yes first!!” Naho ranted. The awkward visitor glanced between them until Naho sighed.

“I’ll eat lunch with ya sometime. How’s that?” she grumbled.

“Yes! Thank you, everyone!” their guest hissed and skipped away.

“Are they always this weird?” Naho grumbled as she unwrapped another burger.

“Kumatake! Could we have sex?” an awkwardly short student asked as he set down a loaded burger that strained to remain inside its wrapper.

The blonde boss whistled as she picked it up, clearly impressed.

“Not a chance,” she summed up.

“Yea, twerp! You don’t get at the boss that easy!” Azuka defended loudly.

“But you got balls and burgers, kid. You can have a crack at Azuka’s thighs,” Kumatake went on.

Azuka actually pumped her fist triumphantly.

“Hot damn! I was waitin’ for one of these pervs to show up!”

She slid on her hip over the table and smacked the boy student on the leg.

“C’mon. But I get to keep my fries while you’re doin’ me.”

She yanked on his pants leg hard enough for him to grab at his belt to keep them up as she dragged him off.

---

“What’s keepin’ ya already!?” Azuka demanded. She sat on the bench of the boy’s locker room, ditching her skirt to sit in nothing below the waist but her panties. Her plump pale thighs waited spread out as the boy finished dropping his pants and getting his cock out.

“Okay. I’m ready,” he reported.

“Bout time!” she snapped. Azuka hopped up and walked up to the nervously blushing boy. She steadied a hand on the bench as she pushed her ass back into him, wrapping her thighs around his cock.

“Jeez, not the biggest in the bunch, are ya?” Azuka scoffed. She stuffed a few more fries into her unmasked mouth, keeping her hands free to keep eating while she rubbed her legs around him. The boy moaned as the rolling soft skin stroked him off.

“Can’t even see ya past my legs! No wonder a shrimp like you’s gotta buy time with a gal like me.”

Despite her teasing, the wiggling of her ass into his lap and her juicy thighs at work were quickly milking the boy. He groaned and leaned his hands against her shoulders to steady himself as his precum leaked down her leg.

Azuka suddenly bumped her ass back into him, pushing him to trip and sit down on the bench. He barely steadied himself before she climbed on top and squeezed her legs tighter around him. The boy squeaked as he briefly worried she was going to pop it between her powerfully stubby legs.

“I know you’re ready to bust those tiny nuts of yours, dweeb. Hurry it up already,” she ordered as she started rocking her hips. She snorted a laugh as she dumped the last of her fries into her mouth, chewing obnoxiously.

“At least I won’t have to worry about a shrimp like you messin’ up my favorite panties when you blow that puny load,” she jabbed as she bounced and ground in place, making her jugs bob along with her. She was starting to add a slight rocking motion to her riding, making his cockhead tease against her pussy lips through her clingy underwear. The extra sensation of her silk-wrapped pussy lips made her taunted guest gasp and shudder as he came between her legs, gushing out just past her pale thighs.

“Damn! Packin’ a lot of punch in somethin’ that tiny. ‘Course, a lotta folks said that about me too!” Azuka laughed. She licked her lips clean of a few grains of salt.

“Matter of fact, what’s your number? I could use a new bitch to have on call. If I weren’t itchin’ for seconds on those burgers, I might just stick around to finish off on ya…”

---

“Setsuna-sama!” a pair of students pleaded, offering their burger and fries together.

“We need you to join the English Culture Club!”

Sestuna raised an eyebrow at them. She plucked one of the fries away and popped it into her mouth.

“I dunno. I was never really big on the clubs. The art club scouted me but I was more into graffiti. The sewing club wanted me cuz… you know.”

The dark-skinned girl raised and dropped her backpack onto the cafeteria table. It was shaped like a bug-eyed, grotesquely cute monster that seemed to be patched together from other fabrics… or possibly other mutilated stuffed animals.

“And I just watch ripped American shows online, so I’m not really interested in the actual club.”

“But we neeeed you!” the boy of the pair insisted. “We agreed to take on Saramaki High’s club in a rap battle but none of us can-”

“Hey YOOOO~!” Setsuna chimed melodically as she popped to her feet, her twisted grin worming across her face.

“Singing and English? Ah’m yo mahfah nummer wan, beb!”

The heads of the club’s eyes lit up in delight. “Yes! Thank you so much, Setsuna-sama! We’ll let you know when we’re planning to rehearse!”

Naho shook her head. “So it IS always this weird,” she grunted before chomping her burger in half between her fangs.

<They’re always this weird,> Ichiru confirmed with a few twisting hand signs. <Doesn’t even have to be burger day for the crew to get this weird.>

Her eyes widened as a tall and fit girl approached with her short green hair kept loose. A few of the more aware Nightmare Girls recognized her as Toko from the track team. She waved modestly as she set down her burger, her other arm hugged her midsection and boosting up her impressive bust.

“Hi. I wanted to see if anyone could help me vent some stress. I pulled something running recently and it’s been bothering me a little…”

<Dibs,> Ichiru signed to the rest of her table.

“I just had this ache in my thigh since then that makes it tough to run…”

<Double dibs,> Ichiru repeated, signing more enthusiastically while Toko seemed not to notice.

“I’m too embarrassed to go to a massage place, and then there’s been my chest muscles since I pushed too hard on that hurdle…”

<GUYS!> Ichiru signed. <Shy big titty jock girl is asking for thigh and chest massages! Give! Me! This!>

“And I think my abs are healing up from a bruise when I fell…” Toko muttered as she raised her shirt just enough to show some of her toned midsection.

Ichiru couldn’t even focus enough to keep gesturing. She just let out a fuming grunt and slammed her fist on the table so hard that Ayami calmly touched her soda to keep it from falling off the edge.

<I tote help!> she signed out so fast that she fumbled over a few words.

Toko blinked at her in surprise and confusion as Chiyo checked her translator on her phone.

“She can… help,” she muttered awkwardly.

“Yea. Obviously,” Setsuna scoffed as she picked up the burger. “Ichi knows the pains of being a tall and stunning beauty like me. She’ll be able to help fix you up.”

“Happy to help,” Kumatake sighed as she stretched out and the towering goth stood up. Ichiru smiled with her dark lips and gestured towards the door to lead them out. She didn’t get far before breaking into some lanky skipping.

Emboldened by the success so far, one of the taller boys stepped up. With some bargaining among the other students he’d landed two loaded burgers and another load of fries for them to dump into their communal pile.

“Can I please have a titfuck from any of you gorgeous girls?” the shaved head student asked desperately.

“Well well! A secret admirer!” Setsuna cooed, breaking into another crooked grin as she puffed up her smaller chest.

“Setsu, you’re gorgeous,” the serene Kumatake assured her. “But the guy just made a hell of an offer here. Think he deserves a little more than that.”

Setsuna grimaced, picking up on the hint that her petite tits weren’t what was being ordered here. The boy suppressed a sigh of relief for the same reasons.

“So you get a two-fer, my dude,” Kumatake finished. She gestured between the two senior thugs.

“Me and Setsu. Two girls, one dick. Ladies’ bathroom stall right now of you miss your chance.”

Setsuna’s wicked smile returned as the guy’s face dropped. There was no arguing with the Nightmare Girls, even on the best of days, so he walked briskly off to the bathroom. Kumatake snapped and pointed at the remaining crew.

“Chiyo, you’re in charge while I’m out. Ayami, make sure they save me somethin’ with bacon on it and leave a few fistfuls of fries for me and Zuka.”

“Aye aye, boss!” Ayami replied brightly as she and Setsuna departed.

---

Ichiru held her phone out in front of her to translate as she and Toko entered the empty classroom. The tall goth signed out to strip down as far as she was comfortable before she started hastily looking up some last-minute massage techniques. She had stumbled across some pressure point work by mistake in the past; it turned out that yelling at someone in sign language while you beat their ass hit nerves and muscles at interesting angles.

“Oh you don’t have to bother with the translator,” the busty athlete assured her. Ichiru looked at her quizzically.

“My grandma’s been hard of hearing since I was young, so my mom taught me some sign language. I know enough where I keep seeing you spell out the kanji for the words I don’t know.”

Ichiri watched the fit but chesty girl undress while she explained that she understood sign language. She froze as she wasn’t sure if she was going to cum in her panties or just shoot steam out of her ears. Toko stripped down to her underwear and sat on the desks they’d shoved together.

“So… I guess go ahead and touch wherever you think is most important.”

Ichiru had to swallow a mouthful of saliva as her overwhelmed smile crossed her black lips. She swept sweat from her brow as she fumbled through some more signs.

<You can lay on you stomach. A lot of it links to the back,> she explained.

Toko nodded and did as she asked, folding her arms under her chin. It made her tits squash out from beneath her and as she unclasped her bra, Ichiru could see the defined curves to her back muscles. The flat goth gawked and stared mindlessly as she genuinely drooled over herself.

“Were you ready?” Toko asked sheepishly.

<Absolutely!> Ichiru signed before realizing she was behind her. “Uh huh,” she replied out loud in what few soft syllables she could manage.

She went to work rubbing down the girl’s back and shoulders, tracing over her tan lines. She kept resisting the urge just to start licking and kissing the warm and toned back muscles right in front of her. Toko moaned softly as she warmed her up, getting Ichiru to bite her dark lip. She had been a perv for muscles for as long as she could remember crushing on anyone, and it was technically how she’d met the Nightmare Girls. Now that she actually had her hands on them she didn’t know what to do with herself.

The busty girl gave a short cry as Ichiru rubbed around her lower back. “Ah! A little lower there,” she moaned out.

Ichiru gulped loudly and typed on her phone before sliding it in front of Toko.

<Is it ok e If I go lwer?> she managed to scrawl out.

“Yea… whatever you think would feel best.”

Ichiru’s pale skin blushed and she broke into a wide smile. She couldn’t stop her hands from yanking down the girl’s panties and grabbing a handful of her tight, toned ass. Toko gasped and arched her back a little, flexing her cheeks in Ichiru’s grasp. She clearly made no effort to stop her, even pushing her hips back into her fingers a bit more.

“Ohhh… oh my gosh…” the shy runner panted as Ichiru’s hands greedily groped her muscles and ass.

The def goth decided to go for and reached a long arm around to grope around her aching chest. Toko gave a soft wail as her body shivered, making her obsessing muscles pulse in a way that got a soft squeak of pleasure from Ichiru as well. She fondled away as she squeezed her breasts, even pressing her fingers around Toko’s areolas as she worked lower on her ass.

“That’s… so good… that’s the spot,” she panted.

Whichever spot that was wasn’t clear so Ichiru just invested more into her groping. She pinched around one of Toko’s nipples, rolling it between her fingers before rubbing back over her taut pecs and toned arm and bicep. As lewd noises kept leaking out of Toko, Ichiru only grew redder and more enthusiastic. She shifted her position just enough to where the goth bully could press her hips against the corner of the desk, grunting softly as she humped the firm edge to vent some of her building arousal. Toko’s writhing was enough to mask the soft creaking and shaking of the desks as she was too caught up in Ichiru’s masterful fingers digging into her aching and attractive muscles.

Her fingers settled on a knot in between Toko’s ass and thighs, getting her to let out a passionate cry.

“OOOH! That’s… ah! That’s the spot!” she gasped breathily. “Right there! Harder! Deep inside!”

Ichiru’s eyes glazed over as she puffed out steamy breaths through her nose. Her hips rocked as she humped the desk hard and fast, peaking as she orgasmed right against the desk. Her lanky figure wobbled in place as she groped and shoved, her hands shaking with pleasure as she came right beside the muscular student.

“Mmf! Ahhh! Yes!” Toko panted as she settled down onto the desk as well. Just in her own, much more platonic way.

“Wow, you’re so good… it’s a little stiff, but it’ll feel better soon, right?”

<Marry me~ <3!> Ichiru signed behind her back with one hand. The other wasn’t ready to release its grip on the toned thigh just yet, but slowly eased its way off.

She gulped and gathered her thoughts before texting out another note. <Go easy on it for a little. Should be fine by tonight, and the bruise’ll work out on its own.>

“Thanks,” Toko sighed as she started to replace her bra and gather her clothes.

“You’re really good at this. Do you mind if I ask for this again sometime? Maybe when it’s not a one-a-year holiday?”

<YES! Definitely! It’s… like a hobby. I love to!> Ichiru hastily excused.

“Great! Then I can even recommend you to some of my friends on the team. They try so hard that they pull all sorts of things while they’re working up a sweat out there…”

Ichiru went glassy-eyed and nodded along. It was all she could do to keep from fainting at the thought of a harem of tan, muscular girls coming to her for rubdowns.

---

“Hey! Ya made it,” Kumatake said with a grin. She shrugged off her jacket and hung it on a hanger on the door to the stall where the bald boy was waiting.

“Of course he did! He’s not missing out on a golden opportunity to have TWO of the most gorgeous and powerful girls in Japan!”

“Heh. Good point.”

The tall pair of bullies confidently unbuttoned their tops, stripping down from the waist up. Kumatake tossed her clothes to her fellow hooligan, letting her drape them over the door while she knelt in front of the lucky boy. Her boobs bobbed as she stopped and let them settle back down on his leg.

“This is so great,” the boy sighed as Setsuna knelt and leveled her chest with Kumatake’s.

“You girls are always so hot and cool and scary…”

“We know,” the girls answered together.

They caught each other’s eye and snickered as Setsuna leaned in closer, pushing her small and perky brown tits against his already risen erection. Kuma’s pressed in from the other side, her paler and bigger breasts dwarfing her friend’s as they squashed together.

“Doesn’t get much better than this, does it?” Kumatake purred as she glanced up at the guy nestled between them.

“Fuck no,” he sighed as the blonde’s boobs hugged around his cock, pumping softly up and down while Setsuna rubbed and slid her firmer little boobs on one side of it.

“Naturally. Nobody lasts long against one of the infamous Kutakori Nightmare Girls, let alone two!” Setsuna gloated haughtily in her low and nasally voice.

“Got that right,” Kumatake scoffed. She reached beneath their breasts to cup the cornered boy’s balls, squeezing them firmly now and then in a slight show of power.

“Of course with those big soft cow tits, it wouldn’t feel half as good as this,” Setsuna added. “What good’s all that fluff if there’s nothing firm to push up against?”

She cupped her smaller boobs together and pushed in closer, nudging Kumatake’s bigger jugs aside and rubbing her boobs in opposite directions up and down for a firmer massage. Kumatake chuckled and pushed her bigger pair back into place, letting them jiggle around the boy’s cock before she squeezed them together.

“Bitch, please,” Kumatake huffed with a smirk.

“Bigger’s better. Ask any dude.”

Setsuna pushed back in as both girls’ busts surrounded the boy’s cock. They both squeezed their hands around their chests to trap his member tightly between them, rubbing it from all sides with hard nipples flicking it now and then.

“Clearly those udders are taking up all the space your brain should be,” Setsuna teased, flashing a wicked grin close to Kumatake’s face.

“I think with my fists anyway, ya scrawny little snake,” Kumatake answered with a smooth smirk as she stared her down.

“You’re just jealous because I’m taller, meathead.”

“By half a fuckin’ inch, creep. I’ve got way more for you to be jealous about.”

“A dozen ex-boyfriends is more fun than one girlfriend.”

“Sounds like slut talk to me.”

“Sounds like the excuses of a permavirgin to me.”

The girls bickered but smiled all the while. It was clearly all just part of a game to them as they moved their tits to jerk off their third wheel together.

“Ohhh fuck that’s-”

“Nobody cares, dude,” Kumatake cut him off.

“Yea. Grow up already,” Setsuna said, rolling her eyes at him before meeting Kumatake’s again.

The brunette gave one of her nasally, snorting laughs while the blonde shook with a high snickering of her own.  The girls broke out laughing together as they leaned in and kissed each other quickly before lowering their heads. They both wrapped their mouths and tongues around his cockhead, sucking and slurping noisily against each other’s lips. The boy grunted hard and bucked his hips, humping their tits a few last times as he shot his cream out across their chests. The smirking bullies slowly drew their faces back with a few last, soft kisses.

Kumatake pulled out a tissue and wiped a bit of the guy’s jizz off her face and chest.

“Fuck, do I love burger day,” she sighed.

“It’s the most magical time of the year,” Setsuna said as she stood up and reclaimed their clothes. “If burgers count as magic.”

“They do for me. Takes me back, y’know? Bein’ able to eat out at a good fast food joint just made me feel like a king back then.”

“That was the best!” the boy sighed as he slumped back against the bathroom wall. “My name’s Kaketsu by the way.”

“Bitch, I’m not gonna remember that shit,” Kumatake snorted at him as she slung her leather jacket over her shoulder.

Setsuna beamed as they caught each other’s eye and broke out laughing. They took a moment to wash up and finish getting dressed before they stepped out of the bathroom. They left the dazed guy behind for some surprised girls to walk in on a minute later. It wasn’t their problem anymore, and they had a heap of fries and burgers to get back to. Kumatake and her crew ruled the school like a pack of warrior bandit queens, but today was the day when they got treated like it.