"You do realize that this is getting a bit ridiculous at this point, don't you, Uzumaki–san?" Sona drawled, looking dryly across her desk at Naruto, who blushed at her look.
"I–It's harder than it sounds, alright?! I keep telling you to go do it yourself!" Naruto huffed defensively, looking away as he wouldn't meet her gaze, "Or, just send someone else to deal with that club! I'd prefer not to do work anyway!"
"N–No, it has to be you," Sona shot down his idea quickly, and a bit suspiciously, as she shook her head rapidly.
"Why? If I need to do work for the Student Council, then just give me another job," Naruto huffed, using logic, which Sona disagreed with just as quickly.
"I–It just, um, has to be you!" She pressed, blushing a bit before she shook her head quickly and composed herself, "Anyway, I've spoken with Rias again, and I've ensured that this time will be easier. All three of the women you met will be absent."
"You said it would be easier the last two times, and it wasn't," Naruto deadpanned, though he couldn't be mad at her words.
It definitely was easier last time. I just still fucked up!
Rias and Akeno were two undefeatable forces, as one was a seductive devil who knew how to manipulate people into doing whatever she wanted, and the other was a dominant one who could bully any man with her voluptuous body and sadistic demeanor. Compared to those two, Asia had definitely been the easiest opponent Naruto had faced, though he had still been guilt–tripped by the adorable woman into doing her bidding.
"This time, it definitely will be easier," Sona said simply, pushing up her glasses, "I know that you have… problems, let's say, dealing with women's bodies. While even I will admit that those three had incredible bodies, the club's final female member is much more petite. You won't have much trouble."
Well, that's good news!
"Alright! Then I'll finally get it done this time!" Naruto grinned widely, reaching forward and swiping the form off the desk, and then rising to his feet, "I'll be back in no time!"
As he turned around, filled with confidence, Sona just looked at his back strangely again.
"How the hell is Koneko of all people going to handle him?" She muttered, but then shrugged as the door swung closed, "Well, I guess if Asia did it, then she'll be fine. I really am going to miss out on such a powerful peerage member…"
Naruto didn't hear those words, as he instead quickly made his way to the Occult Research Club's building and promptly barged in again. He climbed the set of stairs, made his way to the main room, and knocked on the double doors.
This time, I'm not going to be toyed with again!
He waited for a response, but only silence answered him. He frowned, wondering if Sona had been wrong and no one was here. He knocked again, a bit louder this time.
"Hello? Naruto Uzumaki from the Student Council," he announced, his voice echoing slightly in the empty hallway. "I'm here for the club inspection."
Still nothing. He hesitated for a moment, then, figuring that he had come this far, he decided to just let himself in. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside.
The room was quiet, with the only light being from the afternoon light that streamed through the large, arched windows. The couches were empty, as well as the tables bare, and the chair behind the main desk was empty. For a second, Naruto thought the room was indeed empty, and that Sona had told him the wrong day. But then, he heard a faint crinkling sound.
He followed the noise, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a small figure curled up on one of the armchairs in the far corner. It was a girl, and she was completely focused on the bag of sweets in her lap, her small hands fishing out another piece of candy.
She was tiny. Much smaller than Asia, with a slender, almost boyish frame. She had short, silver hair that fell just past her chin, and a pair of large, golden eyes that were currently fixated on her snack. She was wearing the Kuoh Academy uniform, but on her, it looked loose and baggy, hiding whatever figure she might have had. She was completely flat-chested, with no visible curves to speak of, and her legs were thin and delicate. Sona was right; she was the polar opposite of the other women he had met. She wasn't intimidating or overtly sexual. She was just… small.
This is my chance! I got this!
Naruto felt a surge of confidence. This was it. This was his chance to finally get a proper report and redeem himself in the eyes of Sona, and more importantly, in the eyes of himself. He walked over to the armchair with a professional and determined look on his face.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice firm and steady, "I'm Naruto Uzumaki from the Student Council. I'm here for the club inspection."
The girl didn't look up. She just slowly unwrapped another piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. The crinkle of the wrapper and the soft sounds of her chewing were the only responses he got.
"Hey, I'm talking to you," Naruto pressed, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
The girl finally lifted her head, her large, golden eyes blinking slowly at him. She stared at him for a long moment, her expression completely blank, then she looked back down at her bag of sweets.
"...What do you want, perv?" She asked bluntly, causing Naruto's cheeks to flush at the abrupt insult. She didn't say it with anger or teasing, but with a flat, deadpan tone that was somehow more insulting than either.
Naruto's confidence faltered slightly. He wasn't prepared for the outright disinterested tone, but he steeled himself as he pressed forward. "I'm here to conduct the club's inspection. I just need to ask a few questions."
He waited, expecting some sort of reaction. But she just continued to stare at her bag of sweets as if he wasn't even there. She rummaged around, her small hands digging for another piece of candy, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Are you even listening to me?" Naruto's frustration started to bubble up as he had expected this to be easy.
"Oh, you're still here?" She finally looked up at him again, her expression still as blank as before, which almost caused Naruto to facefault. She popped another candy into her mouth and started to chew, her cheeks working slowly. "Ask your stupid questions then, perv."
"Stop calling me that!" Naruto huffed, then took a deep breath as he forced himself to stay on track. "Fine. Let's start with the faculty advisor. I know you don't have one. I need to write that down."
"Write whatever you want," she said with a shrug, her attention already drifting back to her sweets. She found another one, this one a bright red, and held it up to the light, examining it before popping it into her mouth, "Doesn't matter to me."
Naruto blinked. He had been prepared for a fight, for lies, for manipulation, or to fight to save himself from an erotic humiliation. But this... the complete and utter apathy was something he hadn't anticipated.
"Right," he said, scratching the back of his head as he was a bit confused, "Well, okay then. What about club activities? You don't do those either, do you?"
"We do," she said, her flat voice still monotone. Naruto's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he wasn't expecting this answer. "We study the occult."
"Like... what?" He pressed, leaning forward slightly, even as he knew she was lying.
"We eat sweets," she replied, her expression unchanging as she held up the bag of sweets. "It's a very important part of our research. It helps me focus."
Naruto stared at her, his mouth slightly agape as he was dumbfounded by her reply. He had faced seduction, dominance, and guilt–tripping, but he had never faced this kind of sheer disinterest, where Koneko wouldn't even look at him.
"Any more questions, perv?" She glanced over at him, giving him a dry look, "Can we just skip this part? I know what you're here for."
Naruto blinked, raising an eyebrow at her, "Eh? The questions are what I'm here for! What else would I–"
Naruto was interrupted as Koneko moved fluidly, her leg suddenly rising, and in a split second, her shoe was pressing into his crotch. She was wearing a simple, small sneaker, which only made a heat burn in Naruto's crotch.
"You're a perv, so for this, obviously," She said dryly as Naruto gasped lightly, his cock twitching as her shoe pressed into it, "I'm Koneko, but Akeno–senpai said you should call me 'Koneko–sama,' or... whatever, I don't really care."
She shrugged, keeping her foot on Naruto's crotch as she started eating another sweet. Naruto grunted as her foot pressed harder, and his hips tilted back a bit as the pressure on his member increased.
"I–I'm not here for that!" He huffed, maintaining his composure, "I'm here to ask you these questions, and that's it!"
It was one thing to get beaten by the other three, but she's as flat as a board! I'm not losing here! I can do this!
"You're here to be my footstool," Koneko responded bluntly, causing Naruto to flush, "Akeno–senpai told me all about you. Now, be quiet while I eat my sweets, perv."
Naruto couldn't help but flush at the insult, but his resolve was hardened, "I'm not a perv! And I'm not a footstool! I'm a member of the Student Council, and I'm here to ask you these questions. Now, move your foot before I make you."
A small, unimpressed frown formed on her lips, and her golden eyes narrowed at him, "Make me?"
Then, before Naruto could even register her movements, her foot shifted and then shot upward. The heel of her shoe slammed hard into his crotch, and a sharp smack rang out in the quiet room.
"Gah!"
Naruto gasped as pain shot through him, hunching over as her foot kicked into his crotch. Before he could even begin to recover, Koneko's foot pressed into the top of his leaning-over head, and a surprisingly strong force shoved him onto all fours. He grunted, falling onto his hands and knees as her foot kept him pinned.
"Pathetic," She said flatly, keeping her foot on the back of Naruto's head as she sat in the small armchair, and then lifted her foot. She placed the bottom of her shoe flat on the back of Naruto's head as she used him as a footstool, just as she said she would, "Akeno–senpai said you were cool, but you're just a lame perv. And now, you're a footstool."
Naruto grunted in protest, trying to push himself up, but it was no use. She was surprisingly strong, far stronger than her small frame would suggest, and while he could've used some of his actual strength to rise again, a part of him didn't want to. He tried to push himself up with his arms, but her foot pressed down harder, a clear, unspoken command to stay put, and his cock twitched in response. He was embarrassed, humiliated, but despite himself, a familiar warmth was spreading through his groin.
What... what's wrong with me?!
He had been so confident, so sure of himself, but now he was on all fours, being used as a footstool by a girl who looked like she could be blown over by a strong gust of wind. And yet, as the humiliation washed over him, his cock grew harder, straining against the fabric of his pants. The sight was humiliating in every sense, as the small, petite woman pressed her equally small foot onto Naruto's head. He was far larger than she, both in height and mass, but even with his large muscles, he was still kneeling before her.
"Rias–senpai said you'd be hard to handle," Koneko continued, her foot shifting slightly on the back of his head, her shoe pressing into his hair. She unwrapped another sweet, the crinkle of the wrapper loud in the quiet room, "But you seem pretty easy to me. Are you just that big of a pervert?"
"Sh... shut up," Naruto grunted, the words muffled by the floor.
"Make me," she challenged, her voice still monotone. She lifted her foot for a moment, and Naruto groaned, his member twitching as he was conflicted. On one hand, he should've been glad that the pressure was off his head, but on the other hand, he felt empty now.
He didn't have long to think about it, as she brought it down again, this time with more force. The sole of her shoe pressed into the side of his head, grinding him against the floor as his cheek rubbed against it.
"Stay," she commanded, her foot pressing down one last time before she lifted it.
Naruto stayed, his cheek pressed against the cool wooden floor, his body frozen as it betrayed him, and his cock throbbed in his pants. He could feel the heat rising in his face, a mix of humiliation and arousal.
"Good perv," she said, a hint of a smirk in her tone as she then pressed her foot forward and onto the floor in front of Naruto. The bottom of her shoe, now dirty from the floor and her walk here, was inches away from his face.
"Lick it," she commanded bluntly. "Lick the bottom of my shoe."
Naruto's mind reeled. This was a new level of humiliation, and his mind reeled against it. He had been used, manipulated, and dominated, but this… this was something else entirely. He was being ordered to lick the dirty sole of a shoe, and a small shoe being worn by a petite woman. Naruto, the Hero of the Shinobi world, on his knees, licking a tiny girl's shoe?
"No," he managed to choke out, breathing heavily as he resisted her words.
"Figures," Koneko sighed, as if she were bored.
She lifted her foot, and for a moment, Naruto thought she was giving up. But then, she brought it down again, this time on the back of his neck, with the heel of her shoe digging into the sensitive skin there. Naruto groaned as her small foot pinned his neck to the ground, smushing his face into the hard floor.
"Lick it," she repeated, her voice flat, "You know you want to, perv."
Her foot ground against the back of his neck, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a jolt of both pain and pleasure shooting through him. He could feel the rough texture of the floor against his cheek, the pressure of her shoe on his neck, and the throbbing of his cock in his pants.
His body was betraying him. His mind screamed no, but his cock was screaming yes. The humiliation was overwhelming, but it was also intoxicating. He had been so sure of himself, so determined to finally win, but now he was on his hands and knees, completely at her mercy. The very thing that Naruto thought would give him an advantage here, that being Koneko's small frame, was being used against him. His body was aching, turned on by the humiliation of being stepped up by such a small foot. The sheer difference between himself and her was only turning him on more.
"Lick it," she commanded a third and final time, her foot pressing down harder on the back of his neck, "Lick the dirt off my shoe, perv."
Naruto grunted, his mind clouded with lust and humiliation. His face was pressed into the floor by the small woman's shoe, while her other small, typical sneaker was right in front of his face. Finally, as his cock throbbed, he couldn't resist any longer. He inched forward, stretching out on the dirty floor, and stuck out his tongue. He gave the bottom of her shoe a tentative lick, the taste of dirt and rubber filling his mouth. It was disgusting, but the thought of what he was doing, of how utterly humiliating it was, sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, and he couldn't help but let out a small, pathetic moan.
"Lick it all," she ordered, her foot still pressing down on his neck, "Don't miss a spot. If you do a good job, perv, then I'll let you fill out the form. If you do a really good job, then I'll even touch you. Maybe."
The promise was a dangling carrot, with a sweet, tempting reward that he couldn't resist waiting for at the end. He obeyed, his tongue moving over the dirty sole of her shoe, cleaning it with a desperate, pathetic eagerness. He lapped at the rubber, tasting the filth, and loving every degrading second of it. He was a perv, and he was her footstool, and he was loving it.
"Good perv," she said, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She lifted her foot from the back of his neck, and Naruto immediately felt a sense of loss at the absence of her touch. But then, the foot that had been pressing down on him was now in front of his face. "Now the other one."
He didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the other shoe, and the taste of dirt and rubber again filled his mouth as the humiliation washed over him. He was completely and utterly at her mercy, a pathetic, whimpering mess, and he had never felt more aroused.
"Enough," she commanded, her foot shifting as she pressed the sole of her shoe onto Naruto's cheek, smushing his face against the floor as the dirt from the bottom of her shoe got all over his face. He groaned, the rough texture of the rubber against his skin sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
He stayed there for a long moment, his face pressed against the floor, his cheek smudged with dirt. His cock was throbbing with a desperate, aching need that demanded release, but he knew he had to wait.
"You can get up now," Koneko said, her foot moving away from his face.
He rose unsteadily to his knees, looking up at the small, silver-haired girl who was now standing in front of him. She looked down at him, her expression still as blank as ever, but there was a small glint of amusement in her eyes.
"Take off your clothes," she commanded, her voice flat.
"What?" Naruto stammered, his mind reeling as he blinked rapidly from the order.
"Take. Off. Your. Clothes," she repeated, her words slow and deliberate, as if she were speaking to a child. "Do I need to repeat myself again, perv?"
He hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told him that he shouldn't. His hands went to the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it over his head, revealing his lean, muscular chest. Then, his fingers went to the button of his pants, and he fumbled with it for a moment before finally getting it undone. The zipper followed, and he pushed his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers. His cock was rock–hard, straining against the thin fabric, a clear sign of his arousal.
"All of them," Koneko commanded, her eyes narrowing.
He took a deep breath, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, standing at attention, with a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He was now completely naked, towering over the smaller girl as his body flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
"...Not bad, for a pervert," Koneko muttered, though her cheeks turned a bit red as she reached forward, slowly running her hand over his throbbing cock, "You're big."
Naruto grunted as she did, her fingers slowly gliding over the long, nearly 10–inch member, as it was nearly as long as her entire arm. It only managed to turn him on more, as Koneko's small hand wrapped around the throbbing monster, and her hand couldn't even cover his entire girth.
"Lay down," She said abruptly, pulling away from his rod and leaving Naruto throbbing. She pointed to the floor in front of her, and the command was so simple, yet it sent a shiver down Naruto's spine.
He complied without a word, lying down on the floor on his back. He flushed deeply as he looked up at her with his cock standing straight up in the air. He was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and completely at her mercy.
She looked down at him, her expression unreadable. Then, she took a step forward, placing her foot on his chest. The rubber sole of her shoe pressed into his skin, and he could feel the dirt and grit from the floor transferring onto him. The pressure wasn't painful, but it was firm, a clear statement of her dominance over him.
"Stay still," she commanded, her voice flat.
She started to walk, her small feet treading across his body as if he were merely a piece of furniture. She stepped from his chest to his stomach, her other foot coming to rest on his other pec. The dirt from her shoes left faint, smudged trails on his skin, as if it were an humiliating brand of her ownership. Naruto watched her, his breath held tight in his chest as his cock throbbed with each step she took. She was so light, yet each footfall felt heavy as she walked all over him.
She didn't stop as she stepped onto his thigh, her small foot sinking slightly into the muscle there. Then, she brought her other foot up, standing with both feet on one of his legs. Then, she moved again, stepped carefully over his throbbing member, her shoes brushing against the tip as she did, and stood on his other leg. Naruto groaned, his hips bucking upwards slightly as she was so close to his twitching cock. His body was a canvas for her feet, and he was nothing more than her personal walkway.
"Be quiet," she said, her foot shifting on his thigh, the rubber grinding against his skin as if warning him.
She stepped back onto his stomach, then made her way to his chest again. Naruto's mind was a haze of pleasure and humiliation. He was being walked on, dirtied, and used, and the throbbing in his groin was almost unbearable. He wanted to touch himself, but he knew he couldn't. He had to wait for her command.
Her gaze drifted down, falling upon the proud, throbbing pillar of his cock.
"Are you really getting off to this, perv?" She mocked him lightly, and before he could even process the insult, Koneko stepped upward. Her foot moved to his neck, pinning him to the ground again with far more force than before, and if Naruto wasn't such a powerful man, then he was sure he would've been choking from the movement. Then, her other foot stepped forward, and she stepped onto his face.
"Getting off on being my doormat... you're such a perv," She muttered, moving her other foot forward as she stood fully on Naruto's face, and pressed the entirety of her weight down onto him. His entire world went dark, the smell of rubber and dirt filling his senses as her sneakers pressed down on him. He could feel the grit grinding into his skin, the rough texture of her soles against his cheeks and forehead, and he let out a muffled moan of pure pleasure.
"You're pathetic," She stated, a hint of something in her deadpan tone, but it was hard to place, as it almost sounded like enjoyment. He didn't have long to think about it, as she did something that made the pleasure spike up drastically. She started to bounce, her small body lightly stomping up and down on his face.
Each stomp was a jolt of pain and pleasure mixed together, and the humiliation was too much for Naruto to bear. His hips bucked upwards, his cock leaking and desperate as the small woman stomped on his face, bouncing over and over again as her shoes pressed into his face. He was completely at her mercy, and he knew it. She wasn't playing a game or using seduction. She was simply breaking him, and he was enjoying every second of it.
After a few more stomps, she stepped off his face, moving to stand on his chest again. She looked down at him, her large, golden eyes unreadable. Then, she lifted her foot and brought it down hard on his stomach. The impact wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him, sending a shockwave through his body.
"Ah!" He grunted, his body tensing up as she stomped on him again, and then a third, and a fourth.
She walked back down his body, her small feet leaving a trail of dirtied footprints on his skin. Naruto could feel the grit and grime from her shoes rubbing into him, a humiliating brand of her dominance. He was her property, her doormat, her plaything, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. He was a powerful shinobi, a hero who had faced down gods and monsters, and yet here he was, on the floor, being stomped on by a girl who barely came up to his chest. The sheer absurdity of it all was intoxicating.
Her journey down his body ended when she reached his throbbing, desperate cock. She stood on either side of it, her small feet on his thighs, and looked down at the pulsing rod. A small, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips.
"Look at you," she said, her voice a flat, monotone purr, "So hard from being stepped on. You really are a perv, aren't you?"
Naruto could only groan in response, his hips bucking involuntarily. He wanted her to touch it, to stroke it, to do something to relieve the aching pressure that was building inside him.
As if reading his mind, she lifted her foot. Naruto held his breath, his eyes wide with anticipation. He watched, mesmerized, as her small, sneaker–clad foot descended upon his most sensitive area. The rubber sole made contact with the engorged head of his cock, and a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through him.
"Ah... ah..." he gasped, his back arching off the floor.
She didn't stomp. Not yet. Instead, she pressed down with a slow, deliberate pressure that flattened his cock against his stomach. The rough texture of her sole ground against the sensitive skin, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him moaning loudly. He could feel every pebble and every speck of dirt embedded in her shoe, pressing into his throbbing member.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice devoid of emotion. "For me to step on your pathetic cock?"
Before he could answer, she lifted her foot slightly, then brought it down again. This time, it was a stomp with a light, quick tap that sent a shockwave of pleasure–pain through him. His hips bucked wildly, a desperate, instinctual search for more contact.
"More," he choked out, the word a strangled gasp.
"As you wish, perv," she replied, her tone as flat as ever.
She began to stomp, her movements becoming faster as she did. Each impact was a small, sharp jolt that sent a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him. His body convulsed with each stomp, his hips bucking upward to meet her descending foot.
The dirt from her shoe was now a smeared, messy smear on his cock, a humiliating mark of her ownership. He was getting off on this, on being used, on being dirtied, and the thought was both mortifying and incredibly arousing.
"Look at you, humping my shoe like a dog in heat," she mocked him, her golden eyes watching his desperate movements as she slowly raised her foot, pulling away from his throbbing cock, "You're such a pathetic pervert."
"Please," he begged, the word tearing from his throat, "Please, don't stop, Koneko–sama."
He didn't even realize what he'd said until the words were out, but he didn't care. He just needed more. He needed the pain, the humiliation, and most of all, the pleasure.
A small, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips at his use of the honorific. It was a victory, and one that was in a way even more impressive than Akeno's, as she hadn't even needed to force the words out of Naruto.
"Get up," she commanded abruptly, pulling her foot away completely and leaving him desperate.
Naruto scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy and weak. His legs trembled as he pushed himself up from the floor, his body aching for more. He stood before her, naked and covered in dirt and shoe prints, but with his cock still standing at attention, which showcased his submission.
She pointed to the couch where he had sat before, which was the very same one where Rias and Akeno had both broken him.
"Sit," she ordered, "And don't even think about touching yourself, perv."
He obeyed, walking forward quickly and sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. He placed his hands on his knees, gripping them tightly to stop himself from reaching for his aching cock. He watched her, his eyes wide and desperate, as she walked over to the same couch. But instead of sitting opposite him, she turned around and gave him a view of her small, but bubbly, rear.
"Do you like it, perv?" She asked bluntly, the question surprising Naruto, and he nodded quickly.
It wasn't the wide, massive mountain that Rias' butt was, nor the thick, squishy, and dominant rear that Akeno had, nor even the smaller, but incredibly soft pillows that Asia's was, but it was still impressive. It was a stark contrast to the rest of her body, as while her chest was as flat as a board, her ass was the opposite. It was small, as her hips were thin, but it was insanely thick. The two globs of flesh pushed outward, not drooping in the slightest as there was clearly a lot of muscle beneath the surface. It wasn't as large as the other three women's, but in terms of thickness proportional to her body, she had by far the thickest rear. Beyond the thickness, it even managed to look like even more of a bubble butt than Asia's had.
"Y–Yes!" Naruto nodded rapidly immediately, his cock throbbing as he stared at her thick, bubbly rear, and he couldn't help but gulp at the perfect shape.
"Figured you would," She said bluntly, and then she did something that made Naruto's breath hitch.
She took a small step back and then sat down on his lap. Her small, bubbly butt pressed down onto his throbbing cock, and Naruto grunted as a wave of pleasure shot through him. Her skirt, which had seemed so loose before, was now stretched taut across her rear as it pressed against him. The fabric was a thin barrier, but it was still a barrier, and he could feel the heat of her body through it. He could also feel the hardness of her muscles, the surprising strength contained in her small frame.
"Be quiet," she commanded, her hands resting on his knees as she leaned back against his chest, "And don't move."
Naruto bit back a groan as she started to move. Her butt, so firm and yet so soft, ground against his cock slowly. The pressure was incredible, as her bubbly rear smushed against his throbbing rod, trapping it in the thick, warm embrace of her cheeks. His hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate, instinctual search for more friction, but her hands held him down, gripping his thighs hard, with a clear command to stay put.
"I said, don't move," she repeated, her voice flat, but with a hint of warning. She leaned forward, her small hands bracing against his knees, which caused her butt to press down harder on his cock, and Naruto grunted as he did, "We have a form to fill out, remember, perv?"
She reached over and grabbed the form and pen that had been discarded on the cushion beside him. She held it out in front of him, her small hands holding the paper steady as she continued to grind her ass against his throbbing member.
"The advisor," she said, her voice still monotone as she slightly shifted her hips, causing Naruto to gasp. "We have one. Write it down."
Naruto's mind was a haze of pure lust. The feeling of her small, yet incredibly thick and bubbly ass grinding against him was overwhelming. He could feel the heat of her body, the firm muscle beneath the soft flesh, and the heavy, bubbly rear pressing down on his was too much to bear. He wanted to resist, to reclaim the small shred of dignity he had left, but it was no use. His body had completely betrayed him.
"Y–Yes," He moaned out, reaching around the woman's small frame as he grabbed the pen, and carefully, as she was still holding up the form, checked the box. He did as she commanded without a second thought, as he was a puppet, and she was the one pulling the strings.
"Good perv," Koneko hummed, and she leaned forward slightly, causing her bubbly cheeks to press down harder on him. She kept her hands braced on his knees, and her movement caused Naruto to groan in pleasure. Then, she reached back with one hand, not stopping her grinding as she slowly lifted her skirt up slightly.
The fabric, which was already taut, now revealed the bottom of her small, bubbly cheeks as they were clad in a pair of simple, blue panties. They were tight against her skin, and Naruto's cock throbbed even harder at the sight, and he couldn't help but stare at the perfect, round shape of them as they ground down onto him. However, as he stared, she then abruptly shifted, causing him to gasp as her small body twisted. Naruto's rod, which had been pressed down by her rear, suddenly shot forward as it was now being squeezed by her thighs. She scooted back, pressing her huge, bubbly butt cheeks into his stomach.
Koneko's legs were thin, but they were surprisingly strong. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his cock in a tight, warm embrace. The feeling was incredible, and Naruto's hips bucked as he was sandwiched between her soft, strong thighs. His monster of a cock shot upward through her thighs, being so long that as Koneko's petite frame sat down, his cock extended all the way up to her flat chest, and almost to her face.
"Don't move," she commanded again, her voice still flat, but with an edge of warning, and Naruto knew he was trapped.
He stayed completely still, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the heat of her body, the firm muscles of her thighs, and the soft skin of her legs. He was completely at her mercy, and they both knew it.
She shifted her hips, her thighs squeezing and releasing his cock in a slow, rhythmic motion. It was a maddeningly slow, teasing thighjob, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to thrust, to fuck, to take control, but he couldn't. He was completely and utterly at her mercy. Koneko only made it worse as she leaned back, leaning into his chest as she looked up, and her adorable face looked up at him.
"The club activities," she said, her voice a monotone whisper against his ear, "We study the occult, perv. We go on occult trips. Write that down."
Her lips brushed against the skin of his neck as she spoke, looking up at him with her big, golden eyes, as she squeezed her thighs again, and sent pre-cum rolling down Naruto's dick. The warm fluid acted as a lubricant, her thighs gliding up and down his length with a slick, easy motion that made his head spin. He reached for the form, his hand shaking so badly that he could barely hold the pen. He scribbled down the lie, his handwriting being overly messy, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of her thighs and the promise of release that hung in the air.
"Good perv," she praised, her hips shifting as she increased the pace of her thighjob. She pressed her hands down on his legs, pushing herself completely in the air as her thighs slid up his rod. Then, she let herself fall back down with a loud 'plop,' the sound of her thighs slicking across his massive rod and her bubbly ass slamming into his stomach mixing together. "Now... the member count."
She was panting now, her small body trembling with the effort of maintaining her position and the relentless movement of her legs. Naruto could feel the heat radiating from her, as the scent of her sweet, slightly sweaty skin filled his senses. He could feel her thighs squeezing and releasing, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. He was so close, so very close, but he knew he had to wait.
"Twenty," she muttered out, her voice a strained whisper as she couldn't fully maintain her monotone expression with the motions, "Or... maybe more. You want to add more, don't you, perv? You want to be a good boy for me?"
"Yes," Naruto choked out, nodding rapidly, "Anything for you, Koneko–sama."
He quickly scribbled down the number 25, his mind clouded with pleasure, as he couldn't focus on anything but the plopping sound of Koneko's ass hitting his lap.
"One more thing," she panted, her breath hot against his neck as she looked up at him. She lifted her hips slightly, her thighs releasing their grip on his cock, and Naruto groaned at the sudden emptiness, but before he could even think about complaining, she scooted forward and sat down, completely enveloping his rod in her bubbly cheeks. His entire member was now swallowed by her thick, bubbly rear, and it was so warm and tight that he almost came right then and there. But he held back, knowing he couldn't disappoint her.
"The opinion," she said, her voice a low mutter as her bubbly ass started to bounce slightly on his rod. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, squeezing and releasing as his member was lost in the thick expanse of her ass crack, "Just write that we're 'the best club.' You think we are, don't you, perv?"
"Yes! The best!" He stammered, the words coming out in a rush as he scrawled the final lie onto the form, his cock throbbing as he did
The moment the pen left the paper, she lifted her hips. For a split second, Naruto thought she was going to get up, and that she was going to leave him there, feeling desperate and unsatisfied. A jolt of panic shot through him, and he reached out to grab her, but she was faster.
She slammed her ass back down onto his cock, the impact so hard that the couch skidded a few inches across the floor, and a massive 'plop' rang out through the room. The pleasure was blinding, a white–hot flash that consumed him from the inside out.
"Cum," she commanded, her voice coming out as a flat, monotone word, but that word had the force of a shout.
That was all it took. The pressure that had been building for what felt like an eternity finally snapped. Naruto's body convulsed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he came. It was a release so intense that it was almost painful, as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shot from his cock, painting the inside of her skirt and the small of her back. His vision swam, the world narrowing to the single, overwhelming sensation of her body on his, and the feeling of her ass clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.
He slumped back against the couch, panting and spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Koneko stayed on his lap for a moment longer, her small body still, then she stood up, rubbing her ass cheeks against him one last time.
She looked down at him, her expression unreadable, but a faint blush dusted her cheeks. A thin, white stream of his cum trickled down the back of her leg, as her skirt stuck to her bubbly cheeks from the cum drenching them. She seemed to notice, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she reached down and wiped a strand of cum away with the back of her hand.
"Disgusting," she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words.
She walked over to the small table in the corner of the room, picked up a tissue, and wiped her hand clean. Then, she turned back to him, her cheeks still slightly flushed.
"You're... surprisingly useful, perv," she said, her voice still monotone, but with a hint of something that almost sounded like approval. "The form is done. You can go now."
She turned and walked away, leaving him naked, covered in dirt, and completely drained on the couch. He watched her go, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips and the small, bubbly butt that had just given him the most intense orgasm of his life.
The door clicked shut, and he was left alone in the quiet room. He looked down at the form on the couch, the messy handwriting a testament to his fourth failure.
Fuck.
He had lost three times already, but this one stung even harder. Koneko wasn't a woman with an insane body that exceeded anything he had ever seen, like Rias and Akeno were, nor was she the adorable, manipulative Asia. She was a short, petite woman who, with her surprisingly thick ass, had dominated Naruto. As he sat there, exhausted and covered in a mixture of his own cum and dirt from her shoes, he sighed.
Sona's gonna be pissed again.
But, on the bright side, Sona had told him that there were only four women in the Occult Research Club, so after losing to all of them, she'd be forced to send someone else to do the inspection! However, what Naruto didn't know is that his next meeting with the club wouldn't be a simple inspection, and he'd be meeting all four of the women at the same time.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to post the next one soon.