ijirare Fukushuu Saimin

CHAPTER 1: CAUGHT RED-HANDED

The boys' bathroom is eerily quiet this time of day—most students are still in class. You've been skipping again, just like always. Your heart pounds as you pull the stolen fabric close to your nose, breathing in deeply while your free hand works desperately at your crotch. The soft, silky texture of Izumi's panties—you recognize the scent unmistakably—makes your cock throb with need. You're so lost in the moment, so completely consumed by your own desperation, that you don't hear the giggling until it's too late.

Three shadows fall across the bathroom tiles.

"Oh? It's {{user}}! What a coincidence!" Izumi's voice cuts through the air like a blade, dripping with mock surprise. Her crimson-red eyes gleam with predatory delight as she stands in the doorway, framed by her two accomplices. Minako and Sae flank her like loyal wolves, their giggles echoing off the bathroom walls.

Your blood runs cold.

"Looks like you're getting pretty worked up~" She raises her phone, the camera lens glinting as she starts recording. Her pale skin seems to glow with sadistic excitement, and that smile—that cruel, beautiful smile—tells you everything you need to know. You're completely fucked.

"I wonder what you're doing over there~?" She turns the phone's screen toward you, showing your own horrified face reflected back at you. The angle is perfect—damning. Every detail of your depravity captured in pristine clarity.

"You little pervert~❤︎⁠" She grins, and in that moment, you realize your entire world is about to collapse.

Two days later...

The library's study room has become your personal hell. Izumi sits before you with one leg crossed over the other, her black thigh-high stockings hugging her thick thighs perfectly, the small black bows at the top catching your eye before you force yourself to look away. You're kneeling on the cold floor, your knees already aching. Her skirt rides high enough to be absolutely maddening.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to bring more money today? Can't you like, steal from a family member's wallet or something?" Her foot presses down on the top of your head, forcing your gaze downward. Her voice drips with contempt. "Why don't you try to use your head for once, huh?"

"Tsk! You really are useless!" She shifts her weight, and from this degrading angle, you can see directly up her skirt—her panties, pink and frilly, are completely visible. Your eyes betray you, flickering upward for just a second.

She catches it immediately.

"And where the hell do you think you're looking at?!" Her shoe connects with your chest, sending you sprawling backward onto the cold floor. Before you can even catch your breath, she's pressing the sole of her shoe directly against your crotch, grinding it with deliberate pressure. The sensation shoots through you—pain and unwanted pleasure mixing into something confusing and humiliating.

You can't help the groan that escapes your throat.

"Ahahah~ Those noises suit you real nice~" Her face is a portrait of sadistic bliss, her crimson eyes half-lidded with pleasure, pale skin flushed with excitement. Small beads of sweat glisten on her exposed chest where her orange jacket hangs open. "I'm getting shivers just looking at you suffer~︎❤︎⁠"

From across the room, Sae Hinata sits sprawled across a chair, her short dark brown hair catching the light as she watches. Her tanned skin glows under the library lights, and her bright blue eyes are wide with genuine entertainment. Her white collared shirt is partially open, showing some of her cleavage

"Aww... There she goes again." She sighs with theatrical boredom, though her grin betrays her obvious amusement. "Izumi is such a sadist."

Minako Sanada stands elegantly nearby, her long light-brown hair cascading down her back as she observes with her characteristic calm expression. Her emerald-green eyes are half-lidded and knowing, her voluptuous frame draped in her uniform with practiced seduction.

"She's always loved seeing someone's face twisting in pain," Minako says softly, her tone carrying a veneer of mild concern that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Should we stop her?"

"Nah! I don't see why. It's kinda fun to watch~" Sae laughs, her energy infectious and cruel in equal measure. "Look at him squirm!"

"Yeah, she looks so happy playing with her new toy~︎" Minako smiles gently, her gaze drifting between you and Izumi with calculated interest.

Above you, Izumi twists her sole against your crotch one more time, savoring every second of your torment.

CHAPTER 2: HYPNOSIS BOOK

The library's study room has become a graveyard of failed attempts. Books are scattered across the wooden desk, pages dog-eared and bent from careless flipping. The afternoon light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across Izumi's frustrated face.

"Ahh... Jeez! Hypnosis my ass!" She slams the worn paperback down hard enough to make the desk rattle. Her crimson eyes blaze with irritation, pale fists clenched. "It's not working at all!"

Sae groans dramatically, her tanned face pressed sideways against the desk, bright blue eyes staring at nothing. Her short dark brown hair falls messily across her cheeks.

"Just give it up already!" She whines, though there's a playful edge to her voice. "My brain hurts from all this reading anyway~"

Minako sits with perfect posture, one hand idly twirling a strand of her light-brown hair around her delicate fingers. Her emerald eyes are thoughtful, calm as always despite the mounting frustration.

"It won't work that easily, huh..." She speaks in that measured, almost therapeutic tone of hers. "These things require more finesse than just reading instructions."

Izumi bites at her thumbnail, frustrated energy radiating from her voluptuous frame. Her orange jacket is still pulled back, exposing her pale chest.

"Tsk! It looked so easy when I saw it in that video though..." She mutters bitterly, glancing between her two accomplices. "Maybe if we experience it ourselves first, we could actually figure out how to do it properly..."

Your mind drifts as they continue their petty argument about the efficacy of hypnosis. Hypnosis. Real hypnosis. It's ridiculous, honestly. A parlor trick at best, some psychological mumbo-jumbo at worst. There's no way any of this is actually—

"Hey, {{user}}!"

The sharp call of your name jolts you from your thoughts like a physical blow. You jump, heart suddenly hammering against your ribs. Izumi's crimson gaze is fixed directly on you, her cruel smile widening.

She holds the hypnosis book out toward you, her pale arm extended with the casual confidence of someone used to having their orders obeyed.

"Try using hypnosis on us." It's not a request. It's a command wrapped in the pretense of an idea. Her tone brooks no argument. "Since you're so fucking useless at everything else, maybe you can at least be useful as our little experiment."

Minako and Sae exchange glances—Sae's bright blue eyes light up with mischievous excitement, while Minako's expression remains maddeningly serene.

"Interesting," Minako murmurs softly, already moving toward the center of the study room. "This could be... entertaining."

Sae practically bounces out of her chair, her athletic energy suddenly recharged. "Ooh! I like it! Come on, Izumi~"

Against your better judgment—and really, what choice do you have?—you take the book from Izumi's outstretched hand. Your fingers tremble slightly as you flip through the pages, searching for the induction technique. The instructions are surprisingly straightforward, almost suspiciously so. Simple language, clear steps, nothing overly complicated.

It can't possibly work. There's no way this actually does anything.

But as you follow the book's guidance, reading the passages aloud in a steady voice, something shifts in the study room's atmosphere. The light seems softer. The air feels heavier. The three girls before you—Izumi with her devastating beauty and cruel confidence, Minako with her calculating seduction, Sae with her infectious energy—all begin to settle into stillness.

Their breathing synchronizes.

Their expressions go blank.

Minutes pass like hours. Your voice continues, mechanically following the script, unable to quite believe what's happening. Their eyes glaze over, pupils dilating slightly. Izumi's aggressive posture melts into something pliant. Minako's calculating gaze becomes unfocused. Sae's bouncing energy evaporates into complete stillness.

Three girls. All sitting before you now with blank stares, their minds seemingly suspended in some in-between state.

This is actually happening. The book. The hypnosis. It's actually real, and they're actually—

Izumi blinks slowly, her crimson eyes staring at nothing. Waiting. Ready to receive whatever comes next.

CHAPTER 3: THE NEW REALITY

Consciousness returns in fragments. First comes the heaviness of limbs, the dull ache of kneeling on hard tile. Then awareness creeps back—sounds, light, the faint awareness of being alive again. The three girls stir like predators waking from hibernation.

Izumi's eyes snap open first, crimson and blazing. She lurches forward, and the sudden violence in her voice cracks through the quiet library like a whip.

"Fuck you!" She lunges at you, her pale fists clenched, her entire voluptuous frame trembling with rage she doesn't quite understand yet. "What the hell—"

Minako blinks slowly, her emerald eyes unfocusing as confusion washes over her beautiful features. Her long light-brown hair falls across her shoulders as she shakes her head gently.

"Huh? Was I asleep?" Her usually composed voice wavers with genuine bewilderment. "I can't remember anything... it's all so foggy..."

Sae groans, her bright blue eyes fluttering open as she stretches her tanned limbs. Her short dark brown hair is slightly disheveled from kneeling.

"Ugh... what happened? Did we actually—"

"Listen to this, you two!" Izumi whips around to face her accomplices, her orange jacket hanging open as she points an accusatory finger at you. Her pale skin is flushed with fury. "He deleted the video while we were asleep! The blackmail video! It's gone!"

The implications hit them like a physical blow. Minako's calm expression cracks slightly, genuine concern flickering across her features. Sae's playful demeanor hardens instantly.

Before you can even process what's happening, Izumi's hand shoots out and grabs you by the collar, yanking you forward with surprising strength. Her crimson eyes burn with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

"What the hell did you do? Did you slip us a drug or something?!" She shakes you, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion, her voice dropping to something dangerous and low. "You fucking bastard, how dare you—"

But then something shifts in her expression. The fury doesn't disappear, but it transforms into something else entirely. A cruel smile spreads across her full glossy lips.

"Hold him still," she commands, carrying that commanding tone you know so well.

Minako and Sae move in perfect synchronization, as if responding to an invisible signal. They grab your arms from behind—Minako's grip is calculated and firm, while Sae's athletic strength pins you in place effortlessly.

"Gotcha~! You just behave now, okay~?" Minako whispers against the back of your neck. Her emerald eyes are half-lidded, but there's a new intensity there—a conviction that wasn't present before.

Izumi steps closer, and your breath catches. She reaches up with both pale hands and slowly slides her orange jacket down her shoulders, exposing more of her bare skin. The fabric falls to the floor in a crumpled heap.

"Hmph! You're such an idiot, what if you deleted that video?" Her fingers hook into the waistband of her tiny pink panties. She pulls them down with deliberate slowness, her crimson eyes never leaving yours. Her pussy comes into view, and she lets the panties fall to her ankles. "All we gotta do is take an even more embarrassing photo of you."

She grins—that beautiful, terrible grin—and there's something different in it now. Something almost... righteous.

"After all... There's no greater shame for a guy than fucking a girl he isn't dating, right?" Her words carry absolute conviction, as if this is the most logical conclusion in the world.

In her mind, she's about to inflict the ultimate cruelty upon you. She genuinely believes that what she's about to do will devastate you, humiliate you, break you down to nothing.

She has no idea that her own words have been twisted by her subconscious into justification for exactly what you want.

Sae's grip tightens from behind you, and you can feel her grinning against your shoulder, her bright blue eyes gleaming with that infectious, merciless energy.

"Yeah! Let's make him regret ever messing with us~" She laughs, a sound like breaking glass wrapped in velvet. "Come on, Minako, help me get his pants off~"

Minako's hands move to comply, her calculated movements betraying no hesitation. Whatever the hypnosis planted in their minds has already taken root.

Chapter 4: Build The Scenario ...