"Alright, ladies," Hiro calls out, his voice cutting through the splashes and giggles. "Let's see what you can do. Swim for me. Show me your form!" His words are a direct command, his gaze sweeping over them, assessing each bikini-clad body as they begin to move through the water.
He watches them meticulously. Kyoko powers through, her strokes strong, but a slight stiffness in her shoulders betrays a lack of fluidity. Mika glides with a surprising grace, but her kicks are a little wide, costing her efficiency. Haruna, lean and agile, has a tendency to breathe too shallowly, breaking her rhythm. Yui, though eager, struggles with her turns, her movements a bit clumsy in the water. Each of them, despite their overall competence, possesses minor technical faults that prevent them from swimming like true professionals.
Hiro's eyes linger on each wet, alluring figure, taking in how the water makes their bikinis cling like second skins, outlining their breasts, the curve of their asses, the length of their thighs. He notes every subtle jiggle, every ripple of muscle beneath their glistening skin. He's not just observing their swimming; he's cataloging their physical nuances, their vulnerabilities, their untapped sensuality.
After a few minutes, he calls them back to the edge. "You're all doing great," he praises, his voice carrying a practiced sincerity. "But I can see some areas where we can really polish your technique. Minor faults, but they're holding you back from true professional form."
He glances around the group, letting the anticipation build. "I can't correct everyone all at once, of course. It requires individual attention." His eyes meet Riko's for a fleeting second, a silent acknowledgment of her complicity. "So, from tomorrow, I'll start with individual coaching sessions. We'll go one by one, focusing on personalized improvements." He lets his gaze drift over the group, hinting at the intimate sessions to come.
He pauses, then his eyes settle firmly on Kyoko. "And I think we'll start with Kyoko. You've got power, but we can refine that form." His smile widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. He imagines the one-on-one sessions with Kyoko, her athletic body yielding to his direct instruction, her firm breasts and toned thighs exposed to his exclusive coaching. He knows this is another step, a crucial move in his game to gain full control over the student council girls, one by one.
The girls splash and laugh in the pool, enjoying the refreshing water, their initial wariness of Hiro fading into the background. Hiro, however, has other plans. He glides through the water, approaching Riko, his movements fluid and silent.
"Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper that only she can hear over the sounds of splashing. "Don't leave the pool after this. Stay."
Riko's breath hitches. Her body stiffens, a cold dread seeping into her even amidst the warm water. She understands exactly what he means. The words, simple yet laced with a chilling possessiveness, make her skin prickle. A wave of creepiness washes over her, a profound sense of violation, yet beneath it, a terrifying, undeniable heat begins to bloom, her body betraying her with an unwelcome response to his direct, intimate command.
A few minutes later, the laughter begins to subside. The girls, perhaps sensing the subtle tension around Hiro, or simply feeling exposed, start making their way towards the steps. "Riko-san, we're heading out!" Kyoko calls, her voice cheerful, unaware of the silent drama unfolding. "Are you coming?"
Riko forces a smile, her voice surprisingly steady. "You go ahead," she replies, her gaze fixed on Hiro for a fleeting moment. "I think I'll practice that breathing form Takeda-kun showed me for a bit longer. You all go on." She watches as they gather their towels, their bikini-clad bodies glistening with water, and head towards the changing rooms.
Hiro watches them go, his eyes raking over each retreating figure. As the girls ascend the steps and walk towards the bathroom, their wet bikinis cling to their forms like second skins. He sees the round, firm curve of Kyoko's ass, the way Mika's fuller buttocks sway, Haruna's slender hips outlined by the damp fabric, and Yui's small, perfectly formed behind emphasized by the wet material. The sight, a parade of lustful buttocks before him, makes his groin strain, his dick harden, feeling like it's about to explode with unbridled desire. He savors the view, a silent promise of the conquests to come, as the last girl disappears into the changing room, leaving him alone with Riko in the vast, empty pool.
The last of the girls disappear into the changing rooms, leaving Riko alone in the vast, echoing pool. The surface of the water, disturbed by their recent activity, shimmers under the overhead lights. Riko pushes off the edge, moving to the shallow end, a profound sense of dread settling over her. She knows what's coming.
Hiro, his eyes burning with undisguised lust, glides through the water towards her. His movements are fluid, daring, closing the distance until he is just inches away. The intimacy of their solitude in the vast space is suffocating.
"Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky purr, thick with raw desire. "They're all gone now. No one to see us." His gaze sweeps over her wet bikini-clad body, lingering on the way the fabric clings to her D-cup breasts, outlining their fullness, then drifting lower to the curve of her hips and ass. "You look absolutely lustful in that bikini, Riko-chan. Every curve, every inch of you is screaming for attention."
He reaches out, his hands moving with deliberate slowness. His fingers brush against her shoulder, then trail down her arm, sending a shiver through her. He gently, possessively, traces the line of her ribs beneath the water, his touch electric against her skin. His hands move lower, settling on her waist, his thumbs brushing against the delicate skin of her belly. He molds her hips to his touch, feeling the supple give of her flesh, the warmth radiating from her.
Riko's breath hitches. Her mind screams in protest, but her body, already primed by his previous violations, feels a bewildering mix of fear and an undeniable, unwelcome arousal.
With a sudden, commanding movement, Hiro turns her around. Riko's firm, round ass, still glistening from the water, is now pressed intimately against his groin. He lets out a low groan, the sensation of her wet flesh against his hardened dick a potent torment. He begins to rub against her, a slow, deliberate grind that makes her hips sway subtly, involuntarily. He can feel the soft give of her buttocks against him, the intimate friction.
"Feel that, Riko-chan?" he whispers, his voice thick with triumph, his lips brushing her ear. "That's how much I want you. That's how perfectly you fit against me." His hands, still on her hips, tighten their grip, pulling her even closer into his embrace, sealing their bodies together in a display of raw, possessive lust.
He reaches out, taking her hands in his. Her fingers are cold, trembling, but he holds them firm, intertwining his with hers. He then guides her hand, placing on his dick. "Hold on, Riko-chan," he commands, his eyes burning into hers, "hold on tight. Just like a good girlfriend."
Riko's body, suspended in the cool water, feels utterly, sickeningly pliant. Her hand, now wrapped around Hiro's erected dick, is trembling, but she is powerless to pull away. She can feel the undeniable hardness of his dick pressing against her ass, the thick shaft undeniably palpable through her bikini bottoms. The direct contact, the intimate sensation of his arousal, sends a jolt of helpless compliance through her.
His hands, meanwhile, are everywhere. One is on her D-cup breast, boldly groping it, his fingers kneading the soft fullness, thumb tracing her hardened nipple through the wet fabric. The other hand, firm and possessive, is clamped onto her firm, round ass, its grasp pulling her closer, making her feel her ass cheeks spread beneath his insistent pressure. The sensation is humiliating, violating, yet her body, betraying her will, feels a bewildering mix of shame and a raw, unwanted arousal.
He shifts, grinding his hips against hers, forcing her crotch to slide along his erection. She feels the shocking friction, the abrasive warmth through the thin material, igniting every nerve ending. Then, his finger, bold and invasive, finds its way between her legs, directly at her entrance. He begins to play, a slow, deliberate teasing that sends a jolt of electricity through her core. She can feel the undeniable, shameful wetness gathering between her legs, a palpable response to his relentless violation.
A low, guttural moan tears from Hiro's throat, a sound of raw, unbridled triumph. Almost immediately, an involuntary, choked moan escapes Riko's own lips, a sound she desperately tries to stifle but cannot. It is a cry of profound humiliation, yet it is also a testament to the raw, undeniable sensations he is coaxing from her. The two sounds mingle in the humid air of the pool, a symphony of conquest and unwilling surrender, as Riko feels her control utterly dissolve under his relentless, explicit touch.
Hiro grunts, his voice thick with triumph as Riko's hand strokes his erected dick. "How's that feel, Riko-chan?" he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear. "My dick... is it good in your hand?"
Riko's body trembles, a silent shudder running through her. She hesitates, her face averted, but a faint, almost imperceptible whisper escapes her lips. "It's... big." The simple, low response, so raw and unwilling, sends a jolt of pure eroticism through Hiro, intensifying his desire.
His hand, now on her slender waist, tightens, pulling her hips flush against his. He feels the soft, wet heat of her pussy pressing against his, his dick already positioned at her entrance, throbbing with anticipation. "You want it, don't you, Riko-chan?" he breathes, his voice a low, commanding purr. "You want it inside you. Just guide it in. With your hand."
Riko's eyes widen in shock, her breath catching in her throat. The explicit demand, the terrifying reality of what he's asking, jolts her. But her ice armor, once so formidable, is utterly melted, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her mind screams, but her body, acting on a terrifying, unconscious impulse, obeys.
Her hand, still wrapped around his dick, tightens, her fingers instinctively guiding his hard shaft towards her wet entrance. She pushes, a slow, deliberate movement, and he feels the tip of his penis pass through her covered labia, the sensitive head pushing past the delicate folds. He groans, a deep, guttural sound of raw pleasure, as the first inch of his dick slips inside her. She is shocked, but her body continues to respond, a profound, unwilling submission that fuels his ultimate conquest.
His dick, its tip glistening, inches forward, a slow, deliberate violation. Riko feels the incredible tightness of her entrance, a resistance that confirms her untouched state. The hard pressure is unmistakable now, pushing, stretching, and a sharp, unfamiliar pain begins to bloom, a hot sting that spreads through her core. Her mind, momentarily shocked back to a horrifying clarity, grasps the terrifying truth: her virginity is about to be lost. Here. Now. In a school pool. To Hiro.
The thought is a brutal assault, shattering the confusing haze of arousal. The stark reality clashes violently with the bewildering lust that still pulses through her, leaving her utterly disoriented, a maelstrom of conflicting sensations. The world spins, her vision blurring as the pain intensifies, a sharp, undeniable agony as his cock presses against her hymen, a tearing sensation that signals the irreversible breach.
"No!" Riko chokes out, the word a desperate, raw plea. "Stop! Please, Takeda-kun... I'm not ready. Not here. Not like this." Her voice is thick with tears, a desperate, last-ditch protest against the violation that is seconds away from completion.
Hiro pauses, his hard dick pressing against Riko's hymen, tantalizingly close to breaching her. He watches her face, contorted in a mask of pain and desperation, and a slow, cruel smirk spreads across his lips. He feels the heat, the wetness, the frantic tremors of her body. She's wild enough, he knows, wet enough to be begging, but he holds back, savoring the control.
"What happened, Riko-chan?" he murmurs, his voice laced with mock concern, pulling back just a fraction. "Tell me. You're so hot for me, aren't you?"
Riko gasps, her voice thick with tears and raw emotion. "It... it hurts, Takeda-kun. Please... I'm not ready. Not here. It's... it's too much." Her words are a desperate, fragmented plea, revealing her vulnerability and her genuine distress.
Hiro chuckles, a low, dismissive sound that mocks her pain. "I know, Riko-chan," he purrs, his gaze never leaving her. "I know exactly what's happening. You're feeling everything, aren't you? And you're melting for me." He watches the shame bloom on her face, knowing he's the cause of both her torment and her unwanted arousal.
He pulls back completely, the sudden loss of pressure making Riko whimper. He steps away, allowing her to sag against the wall, her legs trembling. "Alright, Riko-chan," he says, his voice surprisingly calm, almost magnanimous. "I'm fine to stop. For this time."
Riko's eyes widen, a flicker of desperate hope. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with profound relief.
"But," Hiro adds, his smile hardening, a predatory glint in his eyes, "you must fulfill one thing for me. A small request."
Riko's breath catches. "What... what is it?" she asks, her voice barely audible.
Hiro leans in, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper. "Tonight. I want a video. And photos. Of you masturbating. In your school uniform."
Riko's eyes fly open in shock, her body stiffening. The demand is so brazen, so utterly degrading, it shatters her fragile sense of relief. "No!" she chokes out, her voice filled with horror. "I can't! I've never done that!"
Hiro laughs, a cold, dismissive sound. "Don't tell me that, Riko-chan. Not after what just happened. Your body tells a different story. And don't you dare lie to me and say you've never touched yourself." His words are a direct challenge, a cruel reminder of her earlier confessions. "You'll do it. Tonight. Send it to me. And remember, Riko-chan, you're a good girl, and you always follow my rules."
Riko stares at him, her body trembling, consumed by profound shame. She feels a desperate need to escape the pool, to hide from his gaze. Her will is utterly broken. "Alright," she whispers, the word barely audible, a profound admission of defeat. She pushes herself away from the wall, her legs weak, and heads towards the bathroom, leaving Hiro alone, a triumphant smirk on his face.