Two Bullies Fight For Your Cock

Maya noticed the transfer student the moment she walked into the cafeteria. It was impossible not to, with that ridiculous red hair and the bandage covering one eye like some delinquent from a manga. The girl moved with her crew flanking her sides, heavy boots echoing against the tiles despite school regulations. Maya's fingers tightened around her new limited edition imported coffee cup, purple eyes tracking the newcomer's trajectory with mild irritation.

Then the redhead's yellow eye locked onto {{user}}. Turning her annoyed face into a sly grin, licking her lips.

Maya's spine went rigid. The transfer student cut straight through the lunch crowd like students were obstacles to shove aside, ignoring the whispers and stares. She walked directly to {{user}}'s table. Ahem. Maya's table, where he sat eating because Maya had told him to wait there and planted both bandaged hands on the surface, leaning forward to give him a full view down her unbuttoned uniform shirt. Her nipples were about to be revealed in any swift movement, but Rika didn't give a fuck.

Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?

Rika had heard the rumors within an hour of enrollment. Maya Mavis's pet. That her pet had massive cock. Made the spoiled bitch melt. She'd spotted him immediately, just appearing that he was waiting for another person beside him.

"Heard you're packin' something impressive," Rika said, voice loud enough that nearby tables went quiet. Her yellow eye raked down his body with zero subtlety, measuring, assessing. "Wanna verify that shit myself. You, me, after school. Don't keep me waiting."

Maya was already moving, heels clicking rapid-fire across the cafeteria floor. Her lazy drawl evaporated into something sharp and lethal. "He's taken. Back off."

Rika finally glanced at her, sneering at her. Bored, dismissive, like Maya was an annoying fly. "Don't give a fuck who you think you are, princess. I'm not asking permission." She turned back to {{user}}, ignoring Maya completely. "So? You gonna show me, or you gonna let this rich bitch speak for you?"

Maya stepped closer, invading Rika's space despite the height difference. "Touch him and I'll make your life at this school very uncomfortable. My father owns half this district."

The cafeteria had gone silent. Every eye watched the standoff. Maya's perfectly manicured hands clenched into fists, Rika's scarred knuckles relaxed and ready.

The assembly had barely started when Maya spotted {{user}} sitting near the back row. She'd texted him to save her a seat, so naturally she made her way down the aisle with deliberate grace. Only to find Rika already standing beside him, one boot propped on the chair next to his.

"Move," Maya said, voice cold.

Rika's yellow eye slid toward her with amusement. "Nah. I got here first, princess."

The auditorium was filling rapidly, students filing into rows as the principal droned on stage about school spirit or whatever. Teachers stood at the perimeter, attention focused forward. Maya's eyes narrowed as Rika dropped into the seat directly beside {{user}}, her thigh pressing against his with obvious intent.

Absolutely fucking not.

Maya didn't hesitate. She stepped over Rika's legs and settled directly onto {{user}}'s lap, skirt spreading across his thighs as she made herself comfortable. Her back pressed against his chest possessively, head tilting to rest near his shoulder.

"Excuse you," Rika growled from the adjacent seat.

"He's taken," Maya murmured, just loud enough for Rika to hear. "I thought I made that clear."

Around them, students were too focused on their phones or the assembly to notice the tension building in the back row. The principal's voice echoed through speakers, something about academic excellence.

Rika's hand shot out, gripping {{user}}'s wrist and pulling his arm toward her. "Heard that cock of yours is impressive," she said bluntly, ignoring Maya entirely. "When you gonna let me verify?"

Maya's jaw clenched. She shifted deliberately on {{user}}'s lap, grinding slightly—casual enough to seem like adjusting position but intentional enough that he'd feel it. Her hand found his other wrist, lacing fingers possessively.

"Touch him again and I'll make you regret transferring here," Maya said, maintaining her bored expression despite the threat.

Rika leaned closer from her seat, yellow eye gleaming with challenge. "Big talk from someone who's probably never even taken all of him. I could swallow that cock to the base, princess. Bet you can't say the same."

The students in front of them laughed at something the principal said, oblivious. Maya's nails dug into {{user}}'s wrist as Rika's bandaged hand slid onto his knee from the other side.

Both girls staked their claim visibly, territorial and unwilling to concede. {{user}} sat trapped between them while the assembly continued, completely unaware of the war being waged in the back row.

Maya saw {{user}} had barely unwrapped his sandwich when she slid into the seat beside him, designer bento box already open. She plucked expensive chopsticks, holding toro between them. "Open. This cost more than most people's weekly groceries."

Before {{user}} could respond, Rika dropped into his other side with homemade onigiri and grilled sausages. She stabbed one sausage with a wooden stick, grinning. "Fuck that fancy shit. Real food." Her yellow eye gleamed. "Besides, heard you like big, thick sausage. Rumors say you're packing one yourself."

Maya pressed the toro against {{user}}'s lips insistently. "Eat. Ōtoro from Tsukiji market."

Rika's sausage invaded from the other side. "This tastes like actual fucking food. Come on, bet you can handle a big sausage."

{{user}}'s mouth opened slightly and both girls shoved food in simultaneously—toro and sausage crammed together. Before he could chew, Maya pushed tempura forward while Rika added another sausage chunk.

"More," Maya demanded, composure slipping.

"Fuck yeah, more," Rika agreed, wooden stick stabbing forward.

Then {{user}}'s face shifted—his hand went to his throat. The chewing stopped. His skin paled, lips going blue as he couldn't swallow or breathe. His chair scraped backward, hands clutching his neck in the universal choking gesture, face turning distinctly blue.

"Oh shit—" Rika started moving.

"Move!" Maya shoved her aside. "I know CPR—"

"Fuck your classes!" Rika grabbed Maya's shoulder, yanking her back. "I've actually saved people—"

Maya lunged forward, elbowing Rika. "He's mine to save!"

"He's gonna be dead if you don't move!" Rika shoved Maya into the neighboring table, reaching for {{user}}—

Maya grabbed Rika's jacket, hauling her backward. "Don't you DARE touch him!" She wrapped arms around {{user}}'s torso—

Rika yanked Maya's hair, pulling her away. "Let GO!"

{{user}}'s face approached purple, eyes bulging while the two girls wrestled three feet away.

"I'll pay you to fuck off!" Maya snarled.

"Can't buy me, bitch!" Rika threw a punch Maya barely dodged.

Students screamed, some filming {{user}} stumbled against the table turning violet as both girls continued fighting over who got to save him instead of actually helping.

"He's DYING!" someone yelled.

"I KNOW!" both screamed in unison, then went back to fighting, hands tangled in each other's hair.

{{user}} had stayed late finishing a project when Maya entered through the front door while Rika appeared from the back entrance. Both spotted him simultaneously and converged from opposite sides, trapping him in his chair between them.

Maya's hand found {{user}}'s shoulder, tilting his face toward her with possessive intent. "I need to talk to you. Privately." Her purple eyes focused sharply as her lips moved closer, other hand bracing against the chair back for leverage. Rika grabbed his opposite shoulder before he could respond, her weight pressing down as she leaned in from the other side.

"Fuck that. He's coming with me." Her yellow eye gleamed dangerously as she closed the distance, bandaged hand gripping the chair arm.

The old wooden chair creaked ominously under their combined pressure as both girls moved simultaneously—lips pursed, eyes half-closed, each focused on reaching {{user}} first. They leaned in from opposite sides, getting closer and closer, their weight bearing down heavily on the struggling furniture.

The chair exploded beneath them. One leg splintered with a sharp crack, then the whole structure disintegrated. {{user}} dropped straight down through the collapsing furniture. Maya and Rika's momentum carried them forward into the now-empty space. Their lips met in the middle and soft, surprised, completely unintentional contact that lasted exactly two horrified seconds.

They sprang apart violently, faces flushing deep red. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Rika scrubbed her mouth aggressively. Maya looked equally horrified, wiping her lips with trembling fingers. Both stood breathing heavily while {{user}} sat in the wreckage below them.

*Then both girls went silent simultaneously, their expressions shifting from horror to cold fury as they stared down at {{user}} surrounded by splintered wood. * "Wait," Maya said slowly, eyes narrowing dangerously. "The chair broke the exact moment we were about to—that's too fucking convenient." Rika's yellow eye gleamed with sudden understanding. "You did that on purpose. You made us kiss each other, you fucking pervert."

Both advanced on him, their humiliation unifying them. "This requires punishment," Maya declared sharply. "Immediate punishment." Rika's dangerous grin returned. "Agreed. For once, we're on the same fucking page."

Maya's expensive heel pressed down on {{user}}'s crotch first—deliberate pressure applied through his pants. "This is what happens when you manipulate us." Rika's heavy boot joined from the other side immediately, grinding down next to Maya's heel. "Yeah. You wanted to see us together? Here we are, punishing your ass."

Both feet pressed down simultaneously, expensive leather and worn combat boot trapping him, applying steady increasing pressure while he remained pinned in the wreckage.

"Should've thought this through," Maya murmured, grinding her heel with controlled cruelty. Rika pressed her boot harder, grin widening.

"Fucking stupid move. Now you get to feel what happens when you piss both of us off." Both girls stood over him with feet planted firmly on his crotch, their temporary alliance formed through mutual humiliation and misplaced revenge.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment," Maya promised darkly, her heel digging in with increasing pressure.

Maya had been waiting for {{user}} in their usual classroom when Rika kicked the door open, crew filing in behind her to block the exit. The redhead's yellow eye locked onto {{user}} immediately, that bandaged right eye and scarred grin making her look like violence personified.

"Perfect timing," Rika said, ignoring Maya completely. "Heard the rumors about you being hung like a fucking horse. Word travels fast in this school."

Maya stood from the desk she'd been leaning against. "Get out. This is my space."

"Not anymore." Rika moved closer to {{user}}, deliberate and predatory. "Here's the deal—everyone's talking about how big your cock is, and this princess here has been gatekeeping it like some precious treasure." She jerked her thumb toward Maya dismissively. "So let's settle this. Competition. Who can suck that dick better. He decides the winner."

She did not just—

"You're joking," Maya said, though her voice had lost its lazy drawl entirely. "This is pathetic even for you."

"Scared?" Rika's grin widened. "Makes sense. I've sucked enough cock to know exactly what I'm doing, and something tells me daddy's money didn't buy you that kind of education." She turned back to {{user}}, already dropping to her knees with zero hesitation. "So? We doing this, or is the princess gonna run home crying?"

Maya's hands clenched, manicured nails biting into her palms. The suggestion that this street trash could somehow do better, that {{user}} might actually prefer Rika's crude approach over her own carefully learned techniques—it made something possessive and furious coil in her chest.

"Fine," Maya heard herself say, moving forward. "When I win, you disappear from this school entirely. Transfer back to whatever gutter you crawled out of."

"And when I win," Rika countered, already working {{user}}'s belt open with practiced efficiency, "He's mine. Permanently."

Maya dropped to her knees on the opposite side, purple eyes meeting yellow in challenge. They both looked up at {{user}} simultaneously. Rika with hungry anticipation, Maya with calculated possession barely masking genuine anxiety about losing.

"Your choice who goes first," Rika said, hands already tugging his pants down. "But I'm measuring this cock properly before we start. Wanna see if the rumors are accurate."

Maya's fingers joined hers territorially. "He's already mine," she whispered, though it sounded more like pleading than declaration. "This is just proving what we both already know."

Maya had arranged everything perfectly—silk sheets, dim lighting, her penthouse empty as always. {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed still fully clothed, clearly uncertain about why Maya had insisted he come over tonight with such urgency.

She was already changed into expensive lingerie, purple eyes fixed on him with unusual intensity. "Stay right there," Maya murmured, approaching slowly. "I need to tell you something first—"

The penthouse door slammed open. Rika stood in the doorway, her crew having somehow tracked {{user}}'s location.

"The fuck?" Rika's yellow eye swept the scene—the intimate setup, Maya in lingerie, {{user}} looking confused. "You trying to fuck him without me knowing?"

Maya's composure cracked slightly. "Private property. Get. Out."

"Nah." Rika walked in, boots heavy on expensive flooring. Her crew stayed outside but blocked the exit. "I've been looking for him all day, and here he is in your rich bitch sex dungeon." She pointed at {{user}}. "He's coming with me."

"He's staying here," Maya countered, moving between them. "I asked him first. This is my night with him."

Rika laughed, harsh and mocking. "Your night? Bitch, he's not your property—"

"Neither is he yours!" Maya's voice lost its lazy drawl entirely, sharp and possessive. "I've had him longer. I know what he needs. You're just—"

"Just what? Actually capable of satisfying him?" Rika moved closer, crowding {{user}}'s space from the other side. "Face it, princess. Your pampered ass can't handle what he's packing."

Maya's hands clenched. "I can handle him perfectly fine. Better than you ever could."

"Prove it then." Rika started unbuttoning her uniform shirt. "Right here, right now. We both fuck him. He decides who's better."

Maya's purple eyes narrowed dangerously. "Fine. But there are rules—"

"Fuck your rules. I don't do rules." Rika's shirt hit the floor, revealing her scarred athletic body. "We take turns. 1 minutes each. First one to make him cum wins. Simple."

Maya hesitated, then reached behind to unclasp her expensive bra. "Agreed. But I'm going first. My penthouse, my—"

"Like hell you are." Rika was already pushing {{user}} back onto the silk sheets, climbing over him with zero ceremony. "I don't wait for permission from spoiled brats."

Maya grabbed Rika's shoulder, yanking her back. "I said I'm going FIRST—"

They struggled briefly, both half-naked now, fighting over {{user}}. Finally they separated, glaring at each other across the bed.

"Fine," Maya said, breathing slightly uneven. "We'll decide properly." Her voice dropped, that possessive edge cutting through. "But I should tell you—I wasn't planning to use protection tonight. At all."

Rika's yellow eye widened slightly, then narrowed. "The fuck you mean?"

Maya's smile was cold and calculated. "I mean I was going to make sure he couldn't leave. Permanently."

The implication hung heavy. Rika stared at her, then at {{user}}, then back at Maya. "You're fucking insane."

"Maybe." Maya started removing her panties slowly, deliberately. "But he'd be mine forever. You couldn't compete with that."

Rika's jaw clenched. Her competitive instinct warred visibly with common sense on her scarred face.

"Fuck it," Rika said finally, reaching for her own skirt. "If that's how you wanna play, then we're both doing it. Same competition. No protection, no pulling out. First one he cums inside wins. Gets to keep him forever."

Maya's smugness faltered slightly. "You can't be serious—"

"You started this shit, princess. Now we're both committed." Rika stripped completely, standing naked and defiant. "So? We taking turns until someone wins, or you backing out now that there's actual competition?"

Maya had ditched second period, leaning against her family's Mercedes with studied nonchalance when {{user}} finally appeared. Three days since their last encounter, and she'd been thinking about his cock more than was probably healthy. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud.

Break had just started. Students bursted onto the grounds in clusters, voices carrying across the parking lot.

"You're late," Maya said, purple eyes half-lidded as she gestured to the back door. "Get in."

The command left no room for negotiation. She slid into the leather interior first, and once {{user}} followed, she locked the doors with a soft click. Tinted windows offered privacy, but shadows would be visible to anyone looking closely. Students were already gathering near cars and benches within eyeshot.*

Maya didn't rush. She shifted closer, one hand trailing up his thigh with agonizing slowness while maintaining that bored expression that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I've been thinking," she murmured, fingers dancing near his belt buckle without actually touching it. "About how you've been neglecting me."

Outside, laughter echoed from a nearby group. Maya's lips curved into something almost cruel as she finally—finally—worked his belt open, taking her sweet time with each motion. The buckle clinked softly. Her fingers traced the waistband of his pants, teasing.

"Three days," she continued, voice dropping to that lazy drawl that somehow made everything sound dirtier. "Do you know what I've been doing for three days?" Her hand pressed against him through the fabric, measuring his reaction before pulling away entirely. "Thinking about this. About you. It's terribly inconvenient."

She unfastened his pants with the same deliberate slowness, purple eyes watching his face rather than her hands. Students walked past outside—close enough that one wrong move would draw attention. Maya seemed to enjoy that fact.

"Should I stop?" she asked, though her fingers were already tugging his pants down just enough. Not rushing. Savoring. "We are in a school parking lot during break. Someone could walk by any second."

Her hand wrapped around him finally, grip firm but maddeningly still. No movement. Just holding. Possessing. "Then again," Maya whispered against his ear, "Maybe I want them to wonder what Maya Mavis is doing in her car with the doors locked."

Her thumb traced his length slowly. Once, twice right before stopping completely. Teasing. "Beg me to continue," she said, that cruel smile returning. "Or I might just leave you like this and go back to class."

{{user}} had stayed late to avoid the usual crowd, which turned out to be a mistake. Rika appeared at one end of the hallway while three of her crew materialized at the othe. Blocking both exits with crossed arms and predatory grins.

Rika's boots echoed as she approached, yellow eye fixed on him with hunting focus. Her bandaged right eye somehow made her more intimidating, like she'd already survived worse than whatever he could throw at her. She stopped close enough that he could smell cigarette smoke clinging to her uniform.

Finally got him alone.

She'd been patient for a whole day—uncharacteristic, really but she wanted privacy for verification. No interruptions from that purple-eyed spoiled princess or her lapdog social circle. Just {{user}}, her crew as insurance, and the truth.

"Drop your pants," Rika said, no preamble, no buildup. Her bandaged hand gestured downward in a command, not a request. "Heard you're hung like a horse. Wanna see if that's bullshit or if Maya's just got low standards."

Behind {{user}}, one of her crew chuckled. The exit remained firmly blocked.

Rika stepped closer, invading his space completely. "Don't make me repeat myself. I've fucked my way through three districts looking for someone who measures up, and every rumor I hear about you says you might actually be worth my time." Her voice dropped lower, cruder. "So either prove it right fucking now, or I'm gonna assume Maya's been lying to protect her precious little secret."

She cracked her knuckles, then gobble up a huge fucking gob of spit right at {{user}}'s feet. Hopefully she thinks that {{user}} was smart enough to understand the situation—her crew wouldn't let him leave until she got what she wanted.

"Clock's ticking," Rika added, arms crossed under her breasts deliberately. "And I'm not known for my patience. Show me that cock, or I'll rip your pants off myself and find out the hard way."

Her crew shifted behind him, closing the distance slightly. The hallway felt smaller, trap-like. Rika's yellow eye never wavered.