Chapter 22: Chapter 22 : The Incident

Kana’s eyes glimmered under the soft moonlight. She was resting on Haruto’s chest, but her breathing was heavier than before—no longer from lust, but from something pressing deep inside her. She lifted her head slightly, her hair falling across her bare shoulders, and looked at him with a fragile expression.

"Haruto... there’s something I need to tell you," she whispered, her voice soft but serious. "It’s about me and Ayaka... about our past. Listen carefully, okay?"

Haruto nodded, his hand brushing along her back gently. "I’m listening."

Kana drew in a long breath, as if steadying herself. Her tone slowed, almost trembling.

"Two years ago... Ayaka and I were still in high school. It was an all-girls school—strict uniforms, endless rules—but we were happy. Everyone knew us... we were best friends, always together. The senpai girls loved us too, treating us like their cute juniors. Honestly... it felt like we were living the perfect youth."

She paused, her eyes drifting as if replaying the scene in her mind.

"But then... came that day. A rainy afternoon, the kind where the sky looks like it’s about to collapse. The sound of the downpour on the school roof... I still remember it. After classes ended, two of our senpai called out to us. They were kind, popular, the type every girl admired. So when they asked, ’Let’s hang out together,’ we didn’t hesitate. We trusted them."

Kana bit her lower lip, her fingers curling into the sheet.

"We were chatting, laughing, holding our umbrellas as we walked. Talking so much... we didn’t even notice where our steps were leading us. It felt so natural to follow them. And then—" She swallowed hard. "...when I looked up, Ayaka froze beside me. The rain stopped mattering, because in front of us... glowing neon lights reflected off the wet pavement. A sign that made my stomach sink."

Haruto’s brow tightened. "A... sign?"

Kana nodded slowly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "A love hotel. Its red letters lit up through the rain. That’s when it hit us—this wasn’t just some fun hangout. They had led us there... deliberately."

Her body trembled slightly as she pressed closer against him, her words sharp with the sting of memory.

"In that moment, I felt my heart pound so hard it hurt. I looked at Ayaka’s face—her smile was gone, her eyes wide, just as shocked as mine. And yet... the senpai girls were smiling, as if this was natural. As if they expected us to walk inside with them."

She shut her eyes for a moment, taking another shaky breath.

"That night changed everything between us. Haruto... that incident broke something inside both of us. We weren’t the same cheerful girls after that day."

Kana’s voice grew tighter as she spoke, her nails lightly digging into Haruto’s skin as if grounding herself while she remembered.

"They were... lesbians, Haruto. Both of them. We didn’t understand at first, but... they weren’t taking us to some café or karaoke. That hotel room—it was their trap."

She shivered. "Ayaka and I... we didn’t want to go in. We said no, we tried to turn back. But... they threatened us, blackmailed us with things they knew. We were just two first-years, powerless against their words. And so... with the rain dripping from our uniforms, we walked into that room."

Her tone dropped to a whisper, heavy.

"The air inside smelled of perfume and something else... something wrong. When my eyes adjusted, I saw them: condoms scattered on the nightstand, strange toys lined up like weapons. The pit of my stomach twisted. Ayaka’s hand gripped mine so tight it hurt, but even so... we couldn’t stop what came next."

She swallowed, forcing the words out.

"One senpai grabbed my arms. Another grabbed Ayaka. Their hands were rough... too firm. They pressed against our chests, squeezing through our wet uniforms. ’Your boobs are beautiful,’ one of them whispered in my ear. Her voice was dripping with hunger, not kindness. The other leaned close to Ayaka and said the same. I could see Ayaka’s face—her lips trembling, her eyes wide with fear."

Kana’s breaths grew uneven as she recalled it.

"Piece by piece, they stripped us. First our blazers... then our blouses, unbuttoned slowly while they smirked. The sound of buttons falling to the floor still haunts me. Before I knew it... my bra was unclasped, my skirt pulled down, my panties tugged away. I could hear Ayaka whimpering beside me as they did the same to her. Soon, the four of us were standing there—no fabric left. Just bare skin, under the cold hotel light. Their bras and panties were tossed carelessly to the floor... their eyes never left our bodies."

Her throat tightened, but she pushed on.

"One of them grabbed my chin and kissed me. Forceful. Her tongue pried into my mouth as if I didn’t matter. At the same time, I heard another muffled sound—Ayaka, being kissed by the other senpai. Our lips stolen, our voices silenced."

Kana trembled, clutching Haruto’s hand in the present, her body curling closer to him as though seeking safety.

"Then... it got worse. They pushed us down onto the bed. Their hands spread my thighs... and their mouths—" Her breath hitched. "—their mouths went to places I’d never been touched. Her tongue on my pussy, licking as she whispered, ’So tight... so virgin... let’s break you open.’"

Haruto’s jaw clenched at her words, his hand stroking her back in comfort.

"They didn’t stop there. They reached for toys... smooth plastic, slick with something. They rubbed it against themselves first, moaning, showing us. And then—then they pressed it to us. ’Use it like this,’ they ordered, their eyes burning. Ayaka and I... we shook our heads, we resisted... but their grip was stronger. They forced the toys into our hands, told us to play with ourselves while watching them. Told us to learn."

Her voice cracked, shame and fury mingling.

"When we couldn’t do it... they turned cruel. They said, ’Then lick us instead.’ They spread their legs, pulling us down. I didn’t want to... but their nails dug into my scalp, pressing my face close until the heat and smell of her pussy filled me. I heard Ayaka gagging beside me... she was being pushed the same way. We... we licked them. Because if we didn’t, they wouldn’t stop. Four girls in one room, but not one bit of love. Only... only trauma."

Kana’s eyes brimmed with tears as she buried her face into Haruto’s chest. Her voice was muffled, breaking.

"That night shattered us, Haruto. Even now... I can feel their touch sometimes. Ayaka too. We pretended to forget, but deep down... that’s when our hearts cracked."

Kana’s voice lowered, almost breaking, as she continued the story to Haruto. Her arms wrapped tighter around him, her nails digging into his skin as if clinging to the present while she spoke of the past.

"And then... the real trauma started."

Her throat was dry, but she pushed the words out.

"They looked at us—smiling, hungry—and said... ’Kiss each other.’"

Haruto’s eyes widened, but Kana pressed on.

"I froze. Ayaka too. We were best friends... family, almost. Kissing her? It felt impossible. Wrong. But the senpai grabbed our chins, forced our faces together. Their voices sharp: ’Do it. Now.’ And before I could even breathe—Ayaka’s lips were against mine. Trembling. Stolen. Forced. I could feel her tears, just like mine, mixing as our mouths met. We kissed... because they made us."

Her body shook in Haruto’s arms, her breath ragged.

"But that wasn’t enough for them. One of them laughed and pushed Ayaka down between my thighs. Her voice in Ayaka’s ear: ’Lick her. Make her moan.’"

Kana’s voice cracked, shame dripping from every word.

"Ayaka’s eyes were wide, pleading. But... she obeyed. Her tongue touched me... touched my pussy. I gasped—because it was my first time feeling anything there. And it wasn’t from love, Haruto—it was humiliation. She licked me while they held her head down, whispering, ’Good girl... taste your friend.’"

Tears rolled down Kana’s cheeks as she whispered the next part.

"Then... they turned me. Pushed me down over Ayaka. Their hands on my head, their words like poison: ’Your turn. Lick her. Suck her nipples too.’ And I... I did. I licked Ayaka’s pussy. I sucked her breasts. My best friend... my only safe person... and they made me do that to her."

Her voice broke, but she continued, almost spitting the words.

"As if it wasn’t enough, they pulled out a toy—a thick, penis-shaped thing. They smirked, holding it up like a weapon. ’Lie down,’ they ordered. They positioned us on the bed, head-to-toe, our pussies so close together the air was hot between us. Opposite directions... but no escape."

Kana swallowed hard, her whole body trembling against Haruto.

"They pressed that toy between us... sliding it back and forth. My pussy... Ayaka’s pussy... rubbing against the same thing, forcing us to feel each other’s heat. And then... their fingers joined in. They spread us wide, plunged their fingers deep inside. The toy and their hands... together... making us shake, making us moan against our will."

Her voice dropped into a shudder.

"My pussy was so tight, Haruto. It burned... but it also sparked something I couldn’t stop. I felt the waves building, shame mixing with heat. Beside me, Ayaka’s body twisted the same way. Her moans—my moans—we couldn’t hide them anymore."

Kana bit her lip hard, but the memory spilled out.

"And then it happened. I squirted. Hard. It gushed out of me, soaking the sheets. Ayaka too—her body convulsed, her legs trembling. She came, screaming into the pillow, and then... she peed. Right there, trembling, crying, but still... her body let go. The senpai laughed, clapped their hands like they’d won. ’So cute,’ they said. ’So dirty. Such good little sluts.’"

Kana’s whole body tensed, her face pressed into Haruto’s chest, her tears soaking his skin.

"That was the moment, Haruto. The moment our innocence shattered. We came... but it wasn’t ours. It was stolen. Forced. And the shame never left."