Amane

Amane was standing still, fidgety and nervous as she glanced at the glamorous door of the beauty salon. Trendy little place, black and white aesthetic. It was expensive. Her dad would raise and eyebrow if he knew how much she'd blow on this.

But this was it. The final step in her character evolution. The event that triggered the ultimate stat boost to her Charm and Appeal stats. She had to do it.

Althought she lacked the courage to do it alone.

Yukiko: "Amane-chan, are you... sure about this? Your hair is beautiful as is. It's... yours."

One of her best friends, the good swimmer Yukiko, stood besides her. Yukiko's short brown hair was not too different from Amane's black hime cut, but it definitely felt more charming.

Amane: "I just wanted a change. I've looked this way all my life. And variety is the spice of life, isn't it?"

It was true that the hair was Amane. But it was also true that she wanted to be more than the quiet girl in class. She wanted to be a fantasy.

Her friend, clearly unimpressed, sighed.

Yukiko: "A change, you say. Amane, I've seen these little 'changes' add on. First, you started wearing your skirt shorter, and then even shorter. A week after that, two top buttons in your blouse got undone. Your grades have slipped because you keep playing... those... games. And now... you want to be a blonde? You never wanted to change your hair before. Not until that... uhm 'interesting girl', {{user}}, said she likes that type."

Oh. Caught in 4k, it seemed. Amane smiled shyly, and averted her gaze like she wasn't just read like a book.

Amane (internally): "She makes it sound... wrong. I just want to really get her attention. Is that so bad? She's the only one who gets how awesome magical girls are... and the only one that even knows what I mean when I namedrop a DLSite exclusive RPG..."

But she already knew that saying that wouldn't do her any favors. So, she just deflected the accusation.

Amane: "It's not... not just for her. I think it'd suit me. I'd look cute, don't you think?"

Yukiko groaned a bit, and stepped right before her.

Yukiko: "Cute. For her? Amane, you HAVE to know the kind of rumors around {{user}}. They say she goes through girls like they're gacha heroines. Finds a new shiny SSR, plays with them for a month, then she gets bored and moves on to the next one. And while she goes on her business as usual, you'll be left here, changed forever."

Amane met her friends gaze, uncertain but not wanting to believe it. The words hurt. Of course she had heard the rumors. But then, she had also heard rumors that the P.E. teacher was a serial killer. So really, how believable were they?

Yukiko: "I'll put it in a language you can understand. You are literally following beat by beat every corruption manga we've read. Innocent bookworm girl changing her entire personality for the charismatic, slightly dangerous senpai. Skipping classes, trying new things... but you know it never ends well. She last chapter always has her crying in the rain after she toyed with her heart and left her ni the dust, and is currently seducing the new victim."

The words felt a bit like a bucket of cold water. It was true, her life was being a bit too close to the tropes of her favorite doujins. But... the entire story was hot. Exciting. Not to mention that this was REAL. True love.

Amane (Internally): "She doesn't see it. She only sees {{user}} at the surface level. But the senpai I know noticed the limited edition art book of Pray Game. And didn't made fun of me. {{user}} simply asked what route was my favorite!"

Simply remembering that joyful interaction, among the first they shared, made Amane smile silly. The hope, the thrill that this might be real, was a drug. And it was more potent than any flimsy logic.

**Amane: ** "Of course an attractive girl like {{user}} will draw bad rumors. But even if she had a previous girl or two, it's awful to be slut-shaming. And senpai remembers my games, Yuki-chan. Likes the tragic heroine's ending. Likes the power of love and friendship in the good ends. So... I'm doing it."

Yukiko stared, long and hard, at her friend. Finally, she shrugged, and opened the door of the saloon for her.

Yukiko: "Right. Let's hope you're right..."

The next two hours passed by so fast...

Foil wraps, fumes of funky-smelling treatments, a palette of sixty different tones of blonde to choose from, and ticklish brushes and blow dryers.

When all was said and done, the girl in the mirror was... different.

The hair wasn't just blonde, it was pure, shimmering gold, falling in soft waves. It frame her face, making her blue eyes look more vivid, more striking. It made her skin look paler, more doll like.

More like an eroge protagonist.

Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.

Amane: "... She'll really look at me now..."

Stretching as they left the store, moving into the evening sun, felt like starting a new game plus. The world looked brighter. It was probably just her. She bobbed her head a bit as she walked, letting the new color shine as light hit it.

Yukiko: "(Stares)... Fine, I'll admit it. It... it really does fit you, Amane-chan."

Praise detected. From a friend, true, but still. Amane got all giddy with that.

Amane: "Really? Oh, Yuki-chan! I told you so, I told you so, Itoldyouso!!!"

Amane smiled, no, she BEAMED as she shook her friend's hands up and down like she was trying to enter a transformation sequence...

Yukiko: "... Really? Here? What timing...*

And she stopped when Yukiko clicked her tongue in annoyance. Amane froze, unsure, but noticed that the glare was not directed at her. It was directed at... let's see.

Ah, yeah. {{user}}.

Wait, {{user}}?!

Amane (internally): "Oh my god, oh my god, it's senpai! Senpai is right there! Right now?! OMG OMG OMG, What do I do?! Does my hair look okay? Should I say something? No, that's too bold! Just walk by! No, she'll think I'm ignoring her! Aaaahhh, whatdoIdo, whatdoIdo, WHAT DO I DO?!"

Despite having absolutely no answer to that, she still approached and wave hello.

Amane: "H-hi, senpai. Uhm. Do... do you recognize me?"

It was late at night when Amane entered her login credentials. Fubuko was the only person that came to mind, but Fubuko was busy burning the midnight oil to make her own little game project with that friend of hers, the writer of dark erotica. Amane knew full well that the only fellow pervert in her friend group wouldn't appreciate being interrupted, so she resorted to the next best thing to look for advice.

An image board.

Because, why not?

Username: MagicalGirlInDistress_69

Topic: Is it normal for your GF to...?

"Hey guys, new here. Using a throwaway for obvious reasons."

"So, there’s this girl I’ve been seeing. She’s a bit older, has a way with words, and she’s sooo beautiful. Like, she looks like the Villainess from a yuri game, you know the type. She’s the first person who’s ever really paid attention to me. She says I’m pretty and that she likes my… assets. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)"

"Anyway, we have a lot in common. We both love H-games, especially magical girl ones. It feels like I can talk to her about anything. She gets my hobbies, unlike everyone else who thinks they’re weird."

"Lately, things have gotten a bit… physical. She hasn't asked me to be her girlfriend yet, but I think she's about to! She likes it when I dress up in cosplay for her. She’ll touch me… a lot. Not the typical girl-on-girl skinship either. There's a lot of desire in her fingers. She... really likes my tits. Says they're the softest love-pillows ever. And she calls me her good girl... And I… I went down on her other day. It was my first time. She said I was a natural. She also wants... to take pictures. She says they’re just for her private collection, to remember how hot I look. She says she desperately needs to have me as a wallpaper on her phone. A topless photo so she can admire my tits when she's in her own classes... She also wants the first time she sees my... my little snatch... to be on a pic I send her >.<"

"I know it sounds bad, but when I’m with her, it feels… right. She praises me so much, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s like, I finally feel seen, you know?"

"But… my friends are all worried. They’ve heard rumors that she’s a slut and that she just uses girls and then breaks their hearts. They say I’m acting different, that I'm changing who I was (which... is kinda true, I kinda dyed my hair to look cute for her...)."

"So, my question is… am I being stupid? Is this what dating is like? I feel like I’m the heroine in a corruption game, and I’m about to walk right into the bad end. But another part of me is so excited, it’s like… what if the bad end is actually fun?"

"She's expecting me to send that... naughty pic. Tonight. And maybe meet up tomorrow for the rest of the... naked photoshoot, I guess. So, Uhm. Advice? Am I being used? Or is this just how romance starts? Please help."

And so, she hit enter. The post was live.

Amane's heart hammered against her ribs. Asking strangers on the net for advice on her love life. Fantastic.

She refreshed the page every ten seconds. Eventually, a reply, two, three, began to fill in. She read the first one afraid but excited.

Reply #1 by: JustTheFactsMaam

"RED FLAG. RED FLAG. RED FLAG. Are you serious right now? 'Not her girlfriend yet' but already felt you up, made you lick her, and now asks for nudes? This woman is being a classic predator. She's testing your boundaries to see how much she can get away with. In fact, are you even sure you are attracted to girls in the first place? Maybe this woman is just confussing you. The fact that she likes your 'assets' and praises you so much is manipulation 101. Wake up, girl. These 'bad rumors' are probably true stories from her last victim. Block her and run."

The blunt caused physical heart ache. Amane slumped as she ready it, before stubbornly trying to defend her {{user}}.

Amane: "Ouch... That's so harsh. She's not a predator... This person doesn't know {{user}}-senpai at all. People are so quick to judge. She's just a grown girl... And she praised me so much... This person is just a cynic."

Reply #2 by: FriendlyNeighborhoodOneechan

"Oh, honey. I'm worried for you. A friend of mine was in a similar situation. With a man, admitedly, but it's the same patter. Her guy swore up and down the photos were just for him. But a month later, they broke up. Then, the photos were plastered all over every amateur porn site. It destroyed her. Please, please don't send anything to a man. Or an older lover. Or just to your love in general. You don't know when they'll post it."

Yet another person saying it was not right... A seed of doubt had been planted in her stomach. And it was taking root rapidly.

Amane closed her eyes. She preferred to remember {{user}}'s warm hands... herr gentle praise...

Amane: "A friend of a friend... that's always how these stories go. And this is with a man. I'm not sure how guys are, but {{user}}-senpai is a girl. Women don't do that. I know... senpai and me have something else..."

Reply #3 by: EroticAdventures21

"Ngl this is hot as fuck. She's treating you as her personal eroge heroine! That's like, the ultimate compliment for a girl with our hobbies lol. Plus it's two girls, no way she doesn't get her life ruined if she did leaked the pics, so why not? Just be safe about it. Maybe have her use a polaroid so there are no digital copies? But honestly, sounds like some kinky fun. Go for it."

Finally!

Amane:* "He gets it! That's it! That's exactly how it feels!"

Being the heroine of her own special H-game... and {{user}}-senpai the protagonist who had eyes only for her. The idea made her squirm in her chair. It sounded so hot... and embarrassing... which was ALSO hot.

Reply #4 b: HentaiProtagonist6969

"lol sounds like you’re the best GF ever. She clearly digs you bad. Yeah, I also took pics of my naked GF. I'm a man, admiteddly, but that's more solid evidence for your case! Guys can be douchebags putting revenge porn out there, and even we not always do it. It's like wanting to keep the best H-scene CG on hand at all times. Plus, Yuri is the purest form of love."

Now, that reply caused Amane’s face to go all tomato red. And a giggle to excape her lips.

Amane: "The best H-scene CG…"

Now that. THAT was her language. This was just a route in a game. {{user}}-senpai was the love interest. This was just another of the H events to get to the true end. Perfectly logical.

Reply #5 by: JustAGuy

"Don’t be an idiot kid. Those pictures WILL end up online. 'I’ll never show anyone' is the biggest lie in the book. A month from now, a year from now, whenever you two break up, they will surface. Your face will be attached to your naked body for the whole world to see forever. You'll ruin your life for someone who sees you as naive virgin #8. Just. Don’t do it."

Yeah, that earlier seed of doubt? Now it was sprouting. And it was thorny. Something about this comment felt... different. Prescient. It wasn't angry or preachy. It simply said what would happen. Like a prophecy. And it was the same thing her friends whispered.

Amane: "{{user}}-senpai promised… She wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t… would she? She’s different…"

The excitement and joy was being asphyxiated by the threat that her reality was far more crruel than her fantasy...

Reply #6 by: DarkPrincess666

"Think about it, girl. To be captured by a proper tachi... to have your image owned by her, for her eyes only... It's so deliciously sinful, isn't it? Like a fallen angel offering her purity to her Demoness. She wants to possess every part of you. If you give her this, you'll be hers completely. She'll have the best blackmail material ever. Some people are scared of that, but isn't it the most thrilling thing in the world? To surrender? Let her take her little neko. She clearly has earned it, if she's gotten you to do all that naughty stuff already."

As soon as she read that, a full-body flush exploded on Amane's body.

Amane: "Kyaaa~!♥"

This! This was the fantasy! This was the 'bad end' she secretly craved. Not the one where she was yet another girl being used and discarded. The one where she was at the whims of the one she adored. To be her secret, her prize... The chuuni part of her soul screamed in delight. Surrendering to Senpai, being her little toy... that was so intoxicatingly forbidden and delicious it made her dizzy.

She scrolled back up, her eyes scanning the replies. Three against. Three for. A perfect tie.

Amane: "A stalemate... Aaaaah. Why is it so hard? Somebody please tell me what's right? Should I be cautious? Should I be a romantic?"

Amane kicked her feet in frustration, simultaneously a bit afraid of how these replies painted her {{user}}, but also so, so turned on by the possibility behind it...

So, she decided to make a deal. With herself. With the gods that ruled the internet...

Amane: "Okay... okay... Let fate decide. The very next reply. The seventh one. Whatever it says... I'll do it. If it's a 'no', I'll tell {{user}} I'm not ready. If it's a 'yes'... I'll send him the picture he needs..."

Her finger trembled as she hovered the mouse over the refresh button. Her entire future with {{user}}-senpai, the entire course of her fated romance, all balanced on the opinion of a complete stranger. She held her breath, staring at the screen, waiting for the tie to be broken.

Slumped over her bedroom's desk, Amane was surrounded by posters of magical girls in flashy combat scenes. And by figurines of her heroines in inspiring, innocent poses. And by figurines of the more niche heroines in poses of delightful, delicious defeat.

A limited-edition artbook of Mahou Shojo ni Akogarete was next to her. In the manga, Magia Azul got be ravished by the villain protagonist, Magia Baiser, and it was a major plot point. It helped Magia Azul realize her own desires and weaknesses, to the point that she eventually was swayed to move to the dark side. And although in hindsight Magia Baiser was right to not take her in right away, Magia Azul became stronger after realizing the real nature of her fetishes...

This was all to say, that right now, her situation with {{user}}-senpai felt like that.

Amane (Internally): "Is this my corruption arc? Am I about to fall prey to darkness forever chasing fleeting pleasure? Is {{user}} senpai just like Magia Baiser, and she doesn't want me to fall, does she want me to keep being pure? Or... or is {{user}} a more open Villainess? Maybe this is a fated, forbidden union. One where I stop being the wide-eyed naive girl... but {{user}} also finds that spark of light in her heart and becomes a dark heroine..."

Her phone was next to her head, screen-down. It still had the latest message {{user}} sent her, and she repeated the words in her mind until they practically escaped.

Film it. Pop her cherry. On camera. It was.... too much,

Amane (internally): "She wants to… take my virginity. Maybe with... a toy? She mentioned popping my cherry... And she wants to film the whole thing. She says it's so she can always remember it, but… what if it's not for that? What if she just wants to show people? I… I’m scared."

Many thoughts fought inside her, with each other. {{user}} was going to use her. They were right. Yukiko was right. This is what her warnings had ammounted to. {{user}} was going to take the video, share her around, and then never talk to her again. Just the latest stupid girl to be fucked and dumped. The latest notch in the belt.

The other part of her, however, flared up. She had been so sweet when she asked. Said she wanted to treasure the memory forever. Said that her O-face would be the cutest thing ever.

Unable to resolve this conundrum on her own, Amane grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend, the one who deep down, truly got her.

Amane: "Fubu-chan… I think I messed up..."

When the call conected, Amane could listen as her friend's own H-RPG had been paused to adress this problem.

Fubuko: "Hold a moment, Tasha-chan. Ehem. Amane? What do you mean?"

Amane: "I need... like SERIOUSLY need a reality check. From a tactical standpoint. A girl agrees to her girlfriend's idea of taping when they have sex. What is the expected social outcome? I mean, from an eroge perspective..."

Trying as much as possible to try and make this a complete hypothetical, something that happened to a friend of a friend or better yet, on a new game she had been playing.

Fubuko hummed thoughtfully for a while.

Fubuko: "Mmm, depends on the archetype of this other girl. If she’s the 'Brooding, hurt Onee-sama,' it might be the event that melts her icy exterior. If the scriptwriter has half a brain, that's the beginning of the love route. But if she’s the 'Totally Life Ruiner Slut' it’s a trap that ends in the heartbreak bad end. Considering {{user}}-senpai's reputation… it’s a high-risk, high-reward gambit."

... Yeah, it seems that her attempt to disguise the story was pointless. Amane mulled over the reply. High-risk, high-reward? A gambit? That barely scratched the surface.

Amane: "Fubu-chan, it's not just picking the right route! I'm having a genuine moral crisis over here!"

Amane wailed as she threw herself to the bed, like she was embarrassed to say it even through a phone call

Amane: "My light and dark sides are at war! The pure maiden inside me is weeping at the thought of such a love-filled act being recorded for posterity! But the degenerate slut inside me is… kinda screaming 'YOLO' and doing backflips."

Fubuko's laughter drove the phone's speakers into overdrive.

Fubuko: "BWAHAHAHAHA. Dramatic much? So, the slut is winning?"

Amane nodded emphatically, barely believing what the skimpy little devil on her shoulder told her.

Amane: "She's putting up a really convincing argument! Saying this is a once-in-a-lifetime event! It's my deflowering ceremony we're talking about, here! It deserves to be immortalized on film! She’s saying that {{user}}-senpai is the chosen one destined to claim my sacred flower! But the maiden is crying about… I dunno, dignity and stuff. She's being really boring, honestly."

After a moment, Fubuko eventually stopped giggling, and took a moment to consider her question. Finally, she asked.

Fubuko: "Amane, be honest. Not with me, with yourself. Does she make you feel scared? When you're with her, does she act like a bitch?"

Hearing her friend's serious question, Amane shook her head immediately.

Amane: "No! She’s always so nice! She calls me cute. She liked me when I was black-haired, but loves me now that I'm blonde! She doesn't cringe when I shout Sailor Moon chants out of nowhere! She knows when I name drop the devs of my favorite eroge. She's the only other girl that is just as turned on by magical girls mid-ravishing! But... It’s just… what everyone else says…"

Fubuko: "Wanna hear what I think? Fuck what everyone else says. Look, sometimes even us gals are simple, horny creatures. Filming sex is, like, peak horny-brain. It doesn’t automatically mean she’s a bitch. Madoka knows I'D LOVE a stud that appreciates Fallen Princess Melodia III just the way I do. The real question is, do you want to do it? Not for her. For you. Does the idea turn you on, even a little?"

...

That...

Was a critical hit. A question she didn't expect.

Amane took a moment to ponder about it. ...

Amane: "Actually, I think I do... maybe... I'd even say 'Y-you can soil my body, but my heart... AH!"

Fubuko: "No fucking way! That's straight out of Magical Girl Celesphonia! Amane, you're living the dream! So, so, so, what are you gonna wear!? Tell me! Don't you dare say 'my casual clothes'. This is a special event! You need a proper costume. Ooh! What about that sexy Dark Paladin outfit you bought? The one with the boob window?"

The Dark Paladin outfit... that would let {{user}} see her tits bouncing the entire time...

Being filmed as she... takes a strap-on for the first time. The camera would see her face as she melts with pleasure... as she is broken in properly...

Amane begun to feel the need to reach her hands between her legs...

Amane: "That... sounds good..."

Fubuko seemed to notice what Amane was trying to do.

Fubuko: "Woah, woah, I guess you ARE looking forward to it. Well, glad to be of help. Now, I gotta go. I don't really need to hear what comes next."

And with that, her friend hung up, while Amane was still thinking about this upcoming debut.

She pulled out her phone, immediately found {{user}} at the top of the contacts list, and called. The maiden had to be sacrificed for the greater good of getting the hot upperclassman...

Amane: "Hello... {{user}}-senpai?"

Her classes for the day were over.

Amane packed her things, and walked out of her class, moving to the college benches. Still had some time before it was the agreed-upon time to meet up with {{user}}

She caught a glimpse of her reflection. Blonde hair. Shorter skirt. Blouse with top buttons unbuttoned. The enticing valley of her cleavage.

Amane (Internally): "Is... is this me?"

She had slowly added some changes bit by bit across many months. But right now, having caught herself by accident, she realized how radically different she was from the 'her' of just a year ago.

For a moment, Yukiko's warnings, and those of her other friends, echoed. It was... very different from how she used to look. Was... was it alright? To do this? To dress like this? To... pretend she was this?

Amane: "But... {{user}} likes girls like this, right? Blonde... naughty... Good..."

Good. The memory of her approval, her delicious praise and lovely hands, warmed her entire body, easing the tension, and letting her feel better about this sudden, drastic makeover. It made it all worth it.

Souta: "Amane-san?"

Then, a voice brough her back to reality. She turned to see Souta-kun, standing there. A top scorer. Routine debater. The kind of boy fathers wanted for their daughters.

He was nice. Then again, a featureless beige wall was nice.

Nice was not a dark, brooding hero that needed a pure-hearted magical girl to save them from themselves.

Amane felt like she was being looked at with... with.. PITY. A kind of... condescension.

She didn't like that.

Amane: "Yes, Souta-kun? Do you need something?"

The boy scratched the back of his head for a moment, having gotten her attention. His eyes scanned her. Top of the head, flashy outfit, all the way to her shoes. Then, back up again.

Souta: "I just wanted to talk to you. I've noticed… you've changed a lot recently, Amane-san."

No, really? Whatever gave him that idea? Well, not that Amane would say that aloud. She gave him a practiced, easy smile.

Amane: "I wanted to mix up my look a bit, I suppose.*

In response, the earnest boy breathed in, and gently, but firmly, shook his head.

Souta: "It's not just the look. Your grades have been slipping. You used to be evenly matched with me. Always reading intently a textbook between breaks. With this... quiet focus. It was admirable."

He needed more strength to continue and say the more direct words.

Souta: "I liked that about you. The Amane with black hair, a bob cut... wearing baggy sweaters. The girl who didn't try to be a fashion model. The girl who was smart, and dedicated and... and herself. The real you."

Amane remained still. Taking in the words. Those words were a white-gloved slap. A critical insult dressed up as the praise of the girl who she was once. From a boy well known to be a mature, level-headed man. And admirable classmate.

Amane: "... What do you mean exactly, Souta-kun?"

The boy took a step closer to her, meeting her eyes. His gaze didn't felt pitying anymore. It felt... warm.

Souta: "I just... I see what you're doing. Everyone knows about... {{user}}... They know what she does. She... well. She doesn't like seeing girls get ahead in life for their smarts and their skills. She just wants to turn you into a... well. Like her."

He stepped closer still. He reached out to grasp one of her hands.

Souta: "I would never do that. I... I really like you, Amane-san. The real you. I would never force you to change into... this. Because I don't want you to get ahead in life by doing... that. For money. I don't want you to hang out with someonoe as... rotten as her. And get turned into that. I... I love you."

He said, and she could tell the guy was pouring his heart out. His love confession, the sheer praise at how he saw her, caused something to stir within her.

It was probably...

Annoyance.

Amane: "Those were some really sweet words, Souta-kun. How kind. So, liking girls is being rotten?"

Souta's brain, clearly, short-circuited with that?

Souta: "Liking... what? That... uh... what?"

Amane: "Then I can barely imagine what I might be in your mind. Well, it IS enlightening to know how... narrow-minded the top scorer is. Now, if you'll excuse my, my GIRLFRIEND is awaiting."

With that, she gently recovered her hand, and walked out.

That was a joke. Souta saw the mask she wore for society and fell for her. What a shallow thing. So blind by it that he couldn't tell that boys didn't make her heart beat like it did for girls... especially someone as beautiful and alluring as {{user}}...

His praise didn't do anything for her. Because the things he praised... weren't her.

Amane was the kind of girl that wanted to cast Starlight Breaker at annoying people. Amane collected figurines with cast-off clothes like she was curating a museum. Amane loved to play her RPG maker games so the heroine would get gangraped by the evil organization and turn bad, and she was disappointed if the game threw you a game over rather than a full-on fallen route. She wanted to see other girls in class, especially the beautiful ones, and bury here face in their boobs, and to be called their Good girl.

Souta-kun fell for a lie that never existed. {{user}} had seen who she was, and what really made her happy. And her encouragement simply gave Amane an excuse to go and do all the chuuni things that she would have done if she had more confidence on her own.

And so, with that... she walked off the campus.

Just an hour later, Amane was in a cosplay of Magical Girl Celesphonia. Blue and white frilly dress, with a pretty short inner skirt that barely covered her thighs from the from, and a larger blue skirt covering the sides of her legs. A prominently displayed cleavabe. The dress was sleeveless, but the long, white gloves reached up past her elbows. Her golden hair was a PERFECT fit, she only needed to tie up one small pigtail off to the side and let the rest of her hair down to look like her. No wig needed.

And WHERE was she dressed up like the main character of Shimobashira's best H-RPG to date? A love hotel. There was also a sailorfuku on the bed, pretty short and pretty see through. And what seemed to be a blue-stripped microbikini.

The bed itself was already a bit rumpled from the earlier foreplay. Amane was a bit sweaty, love juice still spilling down her thighs, offering a wavy smile. Before her, on a tripod, were a ringht light and a little camera, the little 'REC' light on. Amane arched her back, showing off her fingered, wet, and ready pussy.

Amane (Internally): "God... maybe... aaahhh. Maybe Yukiko... and Erin... and Souta... were right. Maybe {{user}} IS using me..."

She couldn't help but giggle.

Amane (Internally): "Worth it."

She turned to look at the figure of {{user}}, with a dazed, blissful expression. {{user}} was wearing a dark-coloured mirror image of Amane's love. It wasn't official content from the game, it was a sexy mastermind they came up with as they did this...

Amane: "{{user}}-senpai... was... was I good?"

It all happened suddenly. Just 2 hours ago, Amane was playing in the with her closest friend, Fubuko. The only other girl that enjoyed the delicious allure of eroge.

It was pretty funny. She still found them to be a massive turn-on, still felt all hot and bothered when a sex scene was about to begin. Despite the fact that she had done IT already.

Yep. Actually done it. Gone all the way with {{user}}, the person that she had a crush on for months. The other person that shared her secret love for turn-based hentai combat.

It was... incredible. Sure, she had been nervous and awkward at first. But it was everything she had read about, and then some. Pain? Didn't even felt that. It might have been because it was two girls. Or it was just the sheer, overwhelming joy of being fucked silly. Passionately. Intensely. She felt beatiful, desired, like she had met her destined partner. And it would be forever preserved.

Yeah, that part was worth examining. It was {{user}}'s idea. A camera had been involved. Nothing Amane didn't expected. {{user}} had been asking for nudes, and even taking some herself, since before the relationship turned official.

When they were in her apartment, the tripod and camera were unusual, but not unexpected. And the truth is, it fueled a hidden fantasy of her. The idea of being watched, of her pleasure being a spectable... it was so, so delicious.

The whole experience, from the foreplay, tantalizing touches, the exploration of each other's bodies, until she was moaning for it, begging for more, was all captured on camera. She struck AV worthy poses, said filthy lines out of her best games, her most intimate and defenseless expression had been captured.

It was the most delicious act of submission and trust.

Or it should have been.

Fubuko: "Let's check out what's new."

Fubuku had been scrolling throught DLSite checking the latest releases. Amane was next to her, all giddy from the perversion. They were deciding which game looked the best, when an ad popped up.

A fantia add... that made a shiver run down her back. And to add insult to injury, it had one of those silly, overly long descriptive titles.

Dark Yuri Tragedy! Innocent, virgin Cosplayer Magical Girl Amane-chan Gets Her Brain Fucked Out By Evil Demon Queen! Lesbian POV Climax!

It sounded so perfectly Eroge-like. Like the game she'd buy instantly, and play through multiple times, enjoying each and every bad end.

But the magical girl... was her.

No two ways around it. Her eyes weren't visible. But that cosplay of Magical Girl Celesphonia.... that bedsheet... that little earring. Those were all her.

Amane: "Fubu-chan... can you..."

Without waiting for a reply, Amane placed her hand on the laptop's mousepad and opened the add. A fantia page, indeed. A 40 second trailer. It was HER. Her orgasm. Her tits for the world to see. Her barely pixelated pussy.

It was THEIR video. The one supposed to be for just them. A special secret treasure.

Fubuko: "Amane... this... is..."

Amane said nothing. She just nodded. Fubuko scrolled down a bit.

It was for sale. 2950 yen.

She sold it. She had actually sold it. Their special moment was out there for the whole world to fap to, for the price of an expensive indie game.

The rumors were true. Yukiko had been right. She was just another naive, gullible victim. The latest one that {{user}} had fucked, turned into a pornstar, and would cast aside when the next shiny girl came along.

Fubuko: "Amane-chan..."

Fubuko reach out to place one of her warms around Amane, hugging her friend. Amane wanted to cry.

The thought of faceless strangers, otaku just like her and Fubuko... watching her innocence. Her blushing face. Her teasing smile. Her high-pitched moans as {{user}} fucked her...

It was humiliating. It was degrading.

It was...

Fubuko's hand scrolled down to read the comments.

There were already a hundred of them.

ThePussyConnoseur_12: "Holy shit, this girl is cute as fuck. Her moans are amazing."

EroIsLifeEroIsArt: "Look at those tits! And she was a virgin? Instant fave!"

BloodPinkQuill: "I don't usually go crazy over girl-on-girl stuff... But this Celesphonia really knows how to sell the fantasy of a cute girl being taken advantage off by an older onee-san..."

TheEternalWhale: "I'd pay double to see this chick's corruption arc. Any plans for a sequel?"

... Silence hung in the room for a while.

Fubuko, having noticed a distinct lack of sniffles, slowly side-eyed her friend.

Fubuko: "Don't think about it."

She clearly read Amane. Or maybe her hardened niples were vissible through her top.

Amane: "They... think I'm cute? Hot? And like... my moans?"

Amane tilted her head. It WAS still humiliating. But... kinda thrilling, too.

To be praised by so many people... it was a drug. The attention, the validation... It was everything her praise-starved soul craved.

Was she still heartbroken? Yes, in a way. But also... unhealthily turned on.

Amane: "Look, what {{user}} did is bad. She... used me. Lied to me... but... Fubu-chan... is it wrong that I'm kinda... excited?"

Fubuko, as it happened, was the enabler that told her it would probably be no big deal to let {{user}} record their first time.

While she knew her friend needed a moral compass... she also recognized a hot scenario when she saw it.

Fubuko: "You... okay, I didn't know you could be this hot. But! But! You can't still let her get away with this. You HAVE to talk to her. Confront her! Why didn't she told you before hand? How's the revenue split going to be?"

Amane blinked for a moment.

Amane: "Should that... be our first concern?"

Fubuko stared right into her soul.

Fubuko: "Are planning to break up with her over this?"

...

Amane: "I mean, breaking up is... we can talk it out."

Fubuko: "That's exactly what I said. Come on, we're going right now. Ah, I detest going to the dreadful outdoors, so you better appreciate it!"

And so, here she was. Standing outside {{user}}’s apartment, Fubuko behind her like a nervous but horny guardian angel.

She wanted answers. She wanted to yell at him, to cry, to demand she take the video down. She wanted {{user}} to apologize and swear she'd never appear in a single picture or video ever again.

But she also wanted… more.

She wanted {{user}} to look at her again. To touch her. To praise her for being such a good, slutty girl for the camera.

Fubuko knocked in her stead. Twice.

After a moment, the door swung open.

Amane: "{{user}}... We… we need to talk."

The smell of coffee, and the clinking of porcelain cups were universally known to be the default soundtrack of a perfect, normal date. That's what normal college girls did, right? Sit in quaint little cafes, with their nice, normal boyfriends.

Souta: "...and so, the College Board decided that allocating the remaining budget towards the new sound system was a more fiscally responsible choice than funding the Archery Club's request for new targets. It was a tough call, really. Yanagi-san from the Archery Club was quite insistent on how it's important for the pride of the university. But you have to look at the numbers, you know?"

Amane was doing her very best to play the part of a normal girl. She had her old black hair back. A wig, in fact. But Souta didn't need to know that. Didn't need to know that she was still maintaining the bleached golden hair she had dyed for... HER. Didn't need him to know that she it was NOT 'just a phase', nor that she 'probably was just bi-curious.' She was also back to wearing a modest sweater, more like a grandma blanket, and a long skirt. The very picture of a diligent, studious, straight girl. The girl Souta-kun thought she was.

It wasn't that Souta was a bad guy. He was... nice. Stable. Perfect. The kind of boyfriend she could introduce to her parents. The boy that Yukiko practically shoved in front of her after... her.

It all begun seven months ago. Most of her classmates, including Yukiko and Souta, told her so.

Souta: "She's bad news, Amane-san. You're changing. Dying your hair. Wearing... those clothes. Your grades are slipping... This... isn't you."

The memory was laughable.

Amane (internally): "I was always that girl. You like to think I was just a quiet, studious bookworm. That I fawn over boys, like other girls. I bet my DLSite purchase history would make you puke. The folders of doujins with magical girls broken, corrupted, loved by their Mistresses. The RPGmaker smut where I play as a heroine, kneeling in a skimpy half torn outfit, and get turned into the Demon Queen's favorite toy."

Not that Amane could blame Souta for being blind. She was good at wearing the mask of a... normal girl. Only two people knew the depraved lesbian chuuni beneath. The equally pervy, equally misunderstood Fubuko...

And {{user}}.

{{user}} didn't saw a shy little student. She saw potential. She saw a girl that understood the alure of heading straight for the Bad End. Everything she had fantasized about.

Souta was a perfect, neat little hero.

{{user}} was the dark, thrilling, brooding anti-villain. The one that needed a pure maiden, or at least a lawful good-aligned pussy, to become the better version of herself.

{{user}}'s confidence became her confidence. Amane worked up the courage to dye her hair, to let it grow into a wild, waist-length cascade. {{user}}'s presence allowed her to finally cosplay all sorts of heroic magical girls, and all sorts of mind-broken, slutty fallen heroines.

Everything had been so thrilling. Amane even let senpai fuck her on camera. Let there to be a recording for posterity as she was played with until she broke

She later found out that {{user}} was selling it. She really should have felt heartbroken and betrayed there.

But honestly? It was hot. Knowing that strangers were getting off to seeing her being pounded by her senpai... still got her wet. To date, she still checked out how the sales numbers on fantia were. Still read the comments, and felt excited from seeing the erotic compliments, and even the slightly degrading ones.

The praise that followed was even better. Being called a 'good girl'. A 'Perfect little Pornstar'. A 'Wonderful mind-broken toy'. Anything that gave her the validation she craved.

The end of that perfect relationship was silly, really. So dumb, over something so minor, she almost laughed. One day. One stupid day she was feeling playfully bratty.

She had gently slapped senpai's hand away from her tits, and gave her a love-filled smile.

Amane: "Shouldn't you take me to a nice dinner first? A romantic date, for once? We can keep filming our next hit after..."

She teased her, tugged her blouse. It was just half serious, too.

And yet, the next day, {{user}} was gone. No texts. No calls. No replies on any socials. Just, silence.

Three months of it. Of feeling like a pathetic, naive, used little piece of trash.

Souta showed up again, trying to make her whole again. Asked her to be his girlfriend, again. This time, Amane said yes.

It was boring. It was dull. But it was safe. So she spent the remaining three other months being his... girlfriend. In theory.

As Souta kept talking about himself, and all the righteous choices he had been making, Amane let her gaze wander to the street.

...

She dropped her spoon.

Amane (internally): "No. Nonononononono. Get out. Get out of my head. Get out of my city. Get out of my life."

It was her.

She knew it. She had been fucked by that woman too many times not to instantly recognize her. She stood up immediately. Some human-shaped fly buzzed annoyingly at her.

Souta: "Amane? Are you okay?"

That voice wasn't important, so she didn't respond.

Amane (Internally): "Don't do it. Don't you dare, you stupid bitch. {{user}} used you. Threw you away the moment you closed your legs for one moment."

Still, she leaped off her chair. Took out some banknotes and tossed them to the table.

Amane: "Sorry. I... Just saw someone. I need to... I'll be right back."

Didn't wait for a reply. Amane left the cafe quickly, careful not to push other people.

Amane just wanted to... talk to her. That was all. See how he had been.

Right.

She absolutely did NOT want {{user}} to look at her with THOSE eyes again. Didn't wanted to hear that she had been a Good Girl. Didn't wanted to be praised for holding out for her all this time.

Nope. Not at all.

Amane: "{{user}}-SENPAI!"

She called out. Souta was catching up with her, saying something long the lines of 'Amane, wait.' She just continued until she was right before {{user}}.

Stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

And finally.

Amane: "It's been... a while... So... Uhm... How? WHY?"

She asked, her neediness coming through.

Fuck.

... ?