Source: Comike Daisuki Kyoudai no Nichijou ~Serihin Hen~ — oosawara sadao #405526
Lucy knelt on all fours like the obedient little slut she was. The club president had her exactly where he wanted: Her skirt hiked up over her hips, panties yanked aside, and her tight pussy stretched around his thick cock as he pounded into her from behind in doggystyle thrusts. But that wasn’t enough for him. Oh no. He had to make sure she knew her place.
“Look at you, Lucy,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disrespect as he gripped her hips harder, slamming deeper with each word. “The club’s so-called ‘manga expert’, reduced to nothing but a pathetic onahole. That’s all you are now. A warm, wet hole for me to fuck while I catch up on my reading.”
Lucy whimpered, her face burning with shame as she felt the weight of the open doujinshi pressing down on her arched back. It was one of her favorites, a filthy hentai about a girl just like her, broken and used. Hiroshi had propped it open right there, using her body as a goddamn bookstand, the pages fluttering slightly with every brutal thrust that shook her frame. Her arms trembled, struggling to hold her up, but she didn’t dare let the book slip. Not after he’d threatened to share photos of this with the whole club if she did.
“You’re not even good enough to be a person anymore,” he continued, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned forward, one hand reaching around to pinch her nipple through her blouse. “Just a fleshy tripod for my doujin. Bet you love it, don’t you? Getting your sloppy cunt filled while I ignore you for something actually interesting.”
She bit her lip, swallowing a moan as his cock hit that spot inside her, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through the haze of humiliation. Tears pricked her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer degradation of it all. Here she was, the girl who’d joined the club to discuss art and stories, now nothing but a hole. Her back ached from the book’s weight, her knees scraped against the cold floor, and every slap of his balls against her ass reminded her how utterly exposed she was.
He chuckled, flipping a page with his free hand while keeping his rhythm stead. “Oh, this scene’s hot. A girl getting railed just like you. But she’s at least pretending to fight back. You? You’re just taking it like the worthless cumdump you are. Say it,Lucy. Tell me what you are.”
“I-I’m… a worthless cumdump,” she gasped, her voice breaking as another thrust forced the words out. It was right she didn’t even try to fight back, she just answered as demanded. The humiliation burned on her cheeks.
“Good girl,” he mocked, speeding up his pace. “Now stay still, bookstand. I’m almost at the good part.”
As he came inside her with a grunt, filling her like the disposable onahole she was, Lucy could only sob quietly, the doujin still balanced perfectly on her back. her final, pathetic purpose in the manga club she once loved.