Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ TABOO PARALLEL ❯ Stage 02: How You Make Me Rage ( Chapter 2 )

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The Strigon Team Presents:

TABOO PARALLEL

Stage 02: How You Make Me Rage

Lunchtime at school was a busy affair as many students filed out of their classrooms to have their midday meal. But four students were not interested in that. On the third floor, where the more junior grades studied, the boy's bathroom was overcrowded as these four presently occupied it. Although they were all a few years too old to be in there, the bathroom was isolated and blocked off because of repairs so it wasn't likely they'd be discovered.

“Asuka nee-chan, I'm about to come, you have to take it all!”

“Don`t let them beat us again, Rei nee-chan!”

On the dirty floor, the two girls were lying on their backs so that the top of their heads were touching and their bodies laid out spreading away from each other in a sort of inverted V as seen from above, and mounted by two boys that looked too young to be doing this.

Asuka Langey Sohryu still had most of her school uniform on her, but her shirt was unbuttoned and one of her own young bare breasts, crowned with a delicate pink nipple, was peeking through it as Musashi pounded her. Rei Ayanami was naked from the waist up, clad only in her pleated blue skirt while her bare pale breasts jiggled with each of Keita's energized thrusts.

This had all started earlier when Keita, having been defeated in their previous contest of who could make the girls come sooner, claimed the results weren't fair because Asuka was so much more of a whore than Rei that she would always come first. Keita asked the rules be changed so that this time the winner was the one who came soonest from using the girls, instead of making the girls come from being used. Musashi reluctantly agreed to a rematch.

Asuka and Rei, of course, had no say in the matter as they were led into the junior's bathroom for what was to be merely another round of fucking and humiliation.

Refusing to allow their friend to beat them, both boys rapidly increased the pace of their movements, slipping in and out the pussies they had themselves deflowered just a few weeks before. Asuka was moaning almost incoherently, trying to cover her red face, and thus her shame, with her hands; Rei was silent, as always, staring absently as she rode her master's dick as obediently as any doll would.

This time, however, Keita was the first to come. His buttocks tensed, and he jerked between Rei`s opened legs, and eagerly started pouring his sticky seed into her.

Musashi did not want to loose to him, and after a few more fast and shallow thrusts into Asuka`s pussy before plunged really deep into her, yanking her hair as he did. Though it was not really painful it was disgracing and distracting, making her unable to focus on the pleasure he was also giving her.

Finally, he couldn't hold out anymore and came inside of her, driving into her at the same time as he thrust forward, meeting his hips with hers, his cock with her womb. He only let go of her when he was done filling her up.

Asuka lay there used and unsatisfied, her face was a furious red, eyes watering and teeth clenched from the effort, but not at all close to coming herself despite badly wanting to. It was the only thing that made this worthwhile.

Musashi looked over at Keita, who was lying tiredly on Rei with his head buried between her round breasts, and smiled. “Wasted already, Keita?” he teased.

“Don`t talk nonsense, idiot!” Keita retorted. He quickly stood up, pulling Rei along with him. Then dragged her into one of the two toilet stalls behind them. She showed no resistance, her skirt falling down where it belonged around her knees, her pussy leaking from all the movement. He had made Rei take off her shoes and socks, so she stepped barefooted on the cum that had splashed on the already filthy floor, cum that had also just been inside her pussy. With a loud noise the stall door closed.

Keita sat upon the toilet seat and ordered, “Make me hard again, Rei nee-chan.”

Expressionlessly, with a dull look in her eyes, Rei got down on her knees and began to stroke him. He didn't have to tell her what to do next as she dutifully placed his thing, which a minute ago was still pouring its seed into her pussy, into her mouth.

Listening to the muffled sounds coming from the stall, Musashi stripped out of his boxers and approached Asuka. “Put it in.”

Asuka realized there was no point in fighting, and if she did what Musashi said he might go easy on her and just let her cum. She opened her mouth and started to clean his tool, although reluctantly. The taste wasn't much better than the first time but at least she thought she was getting used to it.

Soon though, sucking Musashi`s dick into another erection and listening Rei doing the same thing in the toilet stall, Asuka's pussy started to drip with wetness, indicating that she was growing aroused. She sneaked her left hand under her skirt and started to rub the annoying feeling off. It was hard to believe that she, then school's number one idol, would be sucking a younger boy in the bathroom, and while touching herself, too.

Musashi noticed the movement under her dress and yanked her up.

“Asuka nee-chan, were you doing something dirty down there?” He laughed as he knelt between her legs and lifted her skirt up. With her panties hanging uselessly around one ankle, Asuka couldn't hide a thing, but embarrassed that he would see how wet she got she yanked the skirt down.

The smile disappeared from Musashi's face.

“Asuka nee-chan, don't be shy. Now lift your skirt up.”

There was a serious commanding tone in his voice. Biting her lips, her nails dug into the fabric of her skirt, threatening to tear it, but she slowly lifted her skirt up.

Musashi gazed with satisfaction at her dripping pussy, trimmed with soft red curly hair that looked as though it had only recently begun to sprout, further proof that Asuka wasn't as mature as she liked to pretend. She was beautiful—even though she was not a virgin anymore.

“Stay like that, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said over his shoulder as he turned to dig into his bag until he found what he was looking for. It was his mobile phone, which Asuka knew from previous experience had a photo camera installed in it.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered nervously.

“Be still.” He kneeled back between her legs and brought the mobile close to her pussy, taking a few shots.

Asuka thought she would die from embarrassment. What if other people saw these indecent photos? What if Shinji did? She had somehow managed to rationalize the acts she did in private—she didn't even know how that was—but being exposed to the whole school would ruin her life. Worse, it would show Shinji this repugnant side of her, forever damaging their relationship.

She knew, of course, that was why Musashi wanted the pictures. Like the ones he'd taken before of her mouth full of semen, these pictures could be used as leverage against her. Though Asuka's face wasn't visible in this case, the trim of red pubic hair left not doubt it was her.

Tired of the same shots, however, Musashi finally stood up. But instead putting the mobile away, he grabbed Asuka`s hand and yanked her into the second free stall. She stumbled, almost stepping over her own panties but managed to keep her balance.

Before she could recover, Musashi shoved her quivering frame forcefully onto the toilet seat. Her naked ass made a thump as it hit the plastic surface. Asuka`s face was so red due to the recent fucking and her own undeniable arousal that it looked like someone had gone overboard with makeup.

Musashi pulled his phone out again, smiling to the woozy girl on the toilet, and slipped his hand under her right knee to spread her legs open. Asuka, briefly forgetting her place, closed them up again.

“Asuka nee-chan, please don`t start this again,” he chastised. “You know you want it yourself, you felt your wetness. But if you don't want to come I don't have to make you.”

Asuka closed her eyes and started slowly parting her legs, finally doing so as far as she could go.

“Good girl.” Musashi patted her head. “Now lift your skirt up.”

Even in the daze of sexual frustration she was experiencing, Asuka was still not eager to do that. But reminding herself that it was pointless, she slowly lifted it up with trembling fingers. Despite the intense humiliation, she could feel the firestorm pulsating in her pussy. Maybe she really was a dirty pervert all this time and not Baka-Shinji?

So Asuka lifted her skirt and rolled it up to her waist.

What a view she was: a beautiful foreign idol, with her blouse undone and one firm breast peeking out, with her legs widely spread at each side of the toilet seat, rolling her skirt up, exposing her most private parts. Musashi could see the white sperm at the entrance of her pussy, running down the tight folds of her swollen lips.

Musashi took a few more shots with his phone. Then he ordered, “Asuka nee-chan, place a finger at your entrance and scoop some sperm out.”

Asuka was already so hot that she did not really care. She shoved two fingers from her right hand into her soiled pussy, scooping some of his cum mixed together with her own love juices. Her fingers were soon glistening heavily, connected to her entrance by thick strands of the sticky substance she had just sampled.

Musashi smiled. “Now smear it over your breasts.”

Examining her messy fingers, Asuka hesitated, her thin eyebrows coming together as she frowned in doubt. She pressed her lips together into something that resembled a pout—or maybe it was a grimace of disgust. Then she moved the remnants of her uniform shirt aside and began smearing the fluids over her firm breasts. In her mind she tried to convince herself it was just like applying suntan lotion, only stickier, a completely different texture, and infinitely more perverted.

As before, when she had to use her saliva to perform the same function, it took more than one try to properly coat her breasts until they glimmered.

“Now spread your pussy lips, Asuka nee-chan. As wide as you can.”

Asuka reached down between her legs again, this time opening her pussy lips, revealing the glistening pink sleeve beyond. Her excited clit could be seen to be clearly hardened, pushing against its protective hood. Aside from the deep tunnel of her vagina, her tiny peehole was also visible.

Musashi had an idea. After taking more pictures of her yawning snatch, he said, “Now show me your asshole.”

Asuka mumbled something under her breath, but he ignored it as she leaned back on the toilet seat until the back of her head was resting against the stall wall, moving her pelvis forward and then lifted and spread her legs as high and far apart as she could so that that his phone could take a few shots of her brown rose.

“Now spread you ass cheeks,” Musashi said, not satisfied with this. “Use your hands.”

Tingles of embarrassment coursing through her body, Asuka placed her hands on each side of her globes and spreading them to let him gain better access to her tiny hole. She was feeling like a slut doing this in front of the camera. It was an odd combination; embarrassment and shame mixed with a strange sense of excitement—something that Asuka was experiencing more and more lately.

Musashi laughed, taking more pictures.

“Look, this is where Asuka nee-chan's turds come from.”

She wasn`t really a nymphomaniac, Asuka thought. And she still hated those two stupid jackasses for what they did to her. But there was no denying that something deep inside her was becoming increasingly excited about those very things. Even now, when she was forced to sit on the toilet seat spreading her buttocks before the phone camera, there was that little something making her feel... eager.

Asuka put more pressure on her fingers, spreading the skin on her round bums, and allowing for Musashi to see more of her sphincter.

There was a sensation of being open and exposed when a gush of cool air touched the sensitive area within her butt crack. Doing this made her feel even more vulnerable, especially because it all was getting captured on the mobile phone cam.

But it was still not enough for Musashi. “Asuka nee-chan, stick your finger in your asshole.”

“W-what?!” Asuka almost jumped off the seat. One thing was exposing herself, she thought, but sticking a finger up her asshole was a completely different matter. However, Musashi seemed to be not in a joking mood when it came to being obeyed.

“Stick the finger in now or else I will do it for you, and believe me, I won't be gentle.”

Left with such choices what else could Asuka do? With tears of embarrassment in her bright blue eyes, she squirmed her right hand under her anus, extended her index finger, and started poking her puckered anal rosebud. Then, using two fingers of her left hand, she tried to spread the skin as far as possible around it to let her finger inside more easily.

But Asuka had never tried to stimulate herself through her anus before. She knew that some girls did get aroused this way—she heard plenty of those stories in her college years—but she never considered herself as one of them. Even when she was masturbating she never even had a single thought of sticking her finger in there; it was just too dirty and disgusting.

Asuka tried to push her finger past her puckered fleshy ring and was surprised by the resistance she received. She assumed that inserting a thing like her finger inside her anus would not cause much pain, but now, however, inserting only one finger already made her ache.

She looked pleadingly at Musashi, hoping it was enough. He was seemingly unimpressed, however, and motioned for her to keep on pushing. Biting her lower lip, Asuka thrust her right hand's index finger further into her tight hole until it was resting in her warm, tight tunnel up to the second knuckle. But even that little bit of penetration was enough to make her really uncomfortable. The tight little hole of her anus started contracting around her thin finger as if trying to swallow her whole hand. It was hot, soft and nasty.

She then tried to wiggle her finger to create some more space, ignoring the disgusting feeling of slickness around her finger. Her face twitched as she was wiggling it inside of her anus, and clamped her eyes shut.

She must have been quite a catch, she though miserably, sitting on a toilet cover, her naked bottom spread for everyone to see, wiggling her index finger inside her balloon-knot, her face twitching, trying to deal with the uncomfortable feeling in her bowels.

And, judging from the sound, coming from Musashi's mobile phone, he was capturing this obscene image to remember long afterwards. Asuka felt like she was about to start sobbing again.

Her face was now colored red like the roots of her beautiful hair. Fingering her asshole, feeling the sphincter contracting around her index finder as if a tiny brown mouth, she felt like an adult model in one of those perverted magazines. It was hard to believe that the school's number one idol could become her junior's play toy, doing everything that he was telling her to do, even fingering her own anus as he took dirty photos of her.

Considering how expensive and popular her swimsuit photo collections were a few months ago when Baka-Shinji's two idiot friends had been spreading around, the pictures of her sticking a finger into her own asshole would have cost a fortune!

Weird how those thoughts and the disgusting feeling of her own finger inside her bowels made Asuka even more excited.

“Spread your pussy lips, nee-chan.”

Without giving it a second thought, Asuka stretched her glistering pussy lips with her left index finger, which was already hovering nearby. They felt heavier and hotter than before. Because of the increasing wetness on her pussy lips and on her fingers it was not that easy to spread them apart anymore.

Her vulva looked as beautiful as ever--pink, wet and seductive. Musashi could even see remains of his spunk inside her tunnel that Asuka had not scooped out with her fingers earlier. His white seed was clearly visible surrounded by the cute pinkness of her flesh. He could see her little clit bump through the hood, indicating that Asuka Sohryu Langley was indeed excited by having her pussy and anus on display like this.

“Asuka nee-chan, look at your hard nipples and this excited clit!” he teased, moving his phone closer to her. “Look, look, you are dripping wet! You are a real slut aren't you?”

The blush on Asuka's cheeks became watermelon red as she turned her face away from him. What she could say? That she wasn't excited, when her pussy was indeed soaking and her nipples were so hard that it was nearly impossible to bear? No one would believe her. So what if her mind was screaming at her, her body, to Musashi's delight, was reacting on its own.

“Hey don't turn your face away! Let everyone see how slutty you are!”

Reluctantly, Asuka turned her face back in his direction, though her eyes still refused to meet the camera.

“Look at the camera!” Musashi insisted. “Look straight at it, Asuka nee-chan! Good! Good! Now, slowly lick your lips. Slowly! Yeah, that's it!”

Asuka's wet tongue slowly started traveling down the outlines of her lips, as she struggled to keep her weepy eyes on the camera. Musashi was clearly enjoying the pictures he was getting. And why wouldn't he?

She watched his fingers press the button taking her photos, and she was not sure if she was more embarrassed, angry or turned on by this. She was feeling it all at the same time, all the emotions being stirred together into a big indescribable mass of squirming something.

Musashi extended an arm and tried to push her right hand into her, thus making the index finger that was penetrating her bowels move deeper inside. But because her muscles were not relaxed it barely moved inside at all, so tight she was. Asuka grunted in response when Musashi wriggled her right hand a few times, checking if there really was no way to get her finger deeper—there wasn't. Finally, he gave up.

“Oh, well, we will have to train this body part of yours later, I guess. Now, Asuka nee-chan, extend your tongue as far as you can.” Musashi took a few shots with Asuka, now opening her mouth widely, thrusting her tongue as far as she could.

Then he took her right hand by the wrist, pulling out her index finger from within her tight anus. Smiling mischievously, he then brought her hand to her mouth.

“No!” Asuka, understanding what he was planning to do, tried to clench her fingers and close her mouth, recoiling as far back as the wall behind her would allow, but Musashi twisted her hand painfully, forcing her to keep it open.

“Keep your finger and tongue extended, Asuka nee-chan,” he told her. “I won't be repeating myself.”

With fear and disgust blossoming inside of her like huge flowers, Asuka watched as her hand, guided by Musashi, and her dirty index finger were brought closer to her mouth. She was shaking her head no, utterly terrified of the thing as if were some kind of deadly weapon.

Asuka squeezed her eyes shut once she felt the very tip of her index finger brush against her wet tongue, whimpering sharply, unable to roll it back because of the pressure Musashi was applying. She desperately tried to ignore the pungent tang of her own filth on her taste buds. There was nausea rising from her stomach and she gagged, but still managed to stuff it down her throat.

She almost lost it, though, when she felt how Musashi rubbed her finger against her tongue, until he pushed it up her wet muscle straight into her warm mouth.

“Suck on it, Asuka nee-chan.”

Still not opening her eyes, Asuka closed her mouth around her stinky finger and started sucking on it as lightly as she possibly could. The taste was unbearable, like eating used toilet paper, or worse, an actual brown log. But the faster she cleaned her finger the sooner this would be over and the sooner she could forget the disgusting taste.

“Suck on it harder,” Musashi ordered.

Because the taste quickly diminished after she started cleaning, Asuka found it easier to force herself to suckle on her finger, making louder suction noises than before. As long as this pervert was pleased hopefully he wouldn't be sticking more things in her anus, or into her mouth.

But Musashi wasn't pleased. “Look at me, Asuka nee-chan.”

Asuka opened her eyes partially and was greeted by a view of Musashi looking down on her and smiling. The loud suction noises created a perversely intimate atmosphere between the two. “Mhhm, tasty, isn't it?” he said.

Asuka tried to ignore his vulgarity and concentrate on the task before her. After swirling her tongue around her finger and sucking on it hard and loud, she felt Musashi's grip on her hand tense and her finger was pulled out of her warm orifice with a `plop.' A barely visible trace of drool extended from finger to her lips but this was cut when Musashi guided Asuka's tender hand down to her open vagina, which Asuka's left hand was still spreading apart.

She flinched slightly when she felt her own wet finger touch the gentle flesh of her honey pot. Musashi's grip pushed it deeper between her slick petals so that she was basically rubbing herself.

“Masturbate yourself Asuka nee-chan,” he said. “Juts like you always do alone.”

She was already so hot and her vagina was throbbing so strongly, and even though she was embarrassed she soon felt her fingers obey his orders without too much conscious thought on her part. At first she placed her index finger and started massaging her insides with it. She felt an unpleasant feeling as the lukewarm sperm that still remained within her soft orifice leaked out, covering her finger. But it was not enough to stop her.

She wanted to cum so badly—even if that meant doing it in the toilet and for the camera; in fact, masturbating in such a dirty and humiliating way only seemed to increase her sensitivity.

Wet sounds created by her finger moving in and out of her wet passage were starting to get louder. Soon she inserted a second finger and started moving and rubbing it inside herself like a piston, a cock analog to replace the one part of her anatomy she lacked, and the only one that could satisfy her craving.

Louder and louder became the sounds; her naked breasts heaved as she went deeper into her tunnel.

She saw Musashi taking shots with one hand and with the other taking his dick, and starting to jack himself off standing close to her. He was no longer holding her. She hadn't noticed this, or that his cock was back to a full erection.

But, really, there was no way she would have. This boy, his camera, and everything else were now secondary things to her; most important ones were her wet pussy, her thrusting fingers and the lust that consumed her very existence, every cell, her heart and even her soul. She desperately wanted to come. Her hand movements become more and more furious, increasingly desperate.

But suddenly Musashi's hand left his penis and grabbed her wrist again, to get her to stop. Asuka wouldn't. He had to pull with his full strength as the redhead desperately wanted to keep stroking her snatch. Only after a brief struggle did he manage to tear her hand off her twat.

“I want to cum!” Asuka whimpered, almost breaking down completely from frustration. She was so close to heaven—so close to easing her miserable existence.

“Calm down,” Musashi said soothingly, the way someone talks to a little girl who's just had her favorite toy taken from her. “I will let you cum if you perform well while cleaning off your fingers with your mouth, I promise. Put on a good show and keep that red pussy of yours spread.”

Asuka seemed confused, unable to decide whether she wanted to obey or just keep on masturbating. She really was just like a little girl at this point—all the pretence of maturity and decision-making ability was gone as she reduced to craving immediate gratification. Asuka could, and did, act very childishly at time, but now it came to her on an entirely primordial level. Then, as if realizing what was more likely to lead to her climax, without any objections and almost eagerly, Asuka placed her two cum-soaked fingers in her mouth.

She could taste the unpleasantness of his sperm on her fingers and underneath her long nails, just like she could also taste her own juices, but she ignored the onrush of disgust. She wanted to cum and she would do anything for it right now.

Like a baby sucking on a bottle, Asuka sucked as loud as she could, her cheeks hollow and her sapphire eyes looking directly at him. Her tongue was swirling around her two fingers as she kept on pushing in and out of her mouth as if her own two digits were a man's staff. From time to time she let out a throaty, seductive moan, wanting to tell and show Musashi how much she enjoyed it so he would let her cum.

Musashi kept on taking pictures while his other hand resumed jerking his stiffened cock. It was moving so fast on his rod that it was hard to follow his movements. It was obvious he was close to coming again.

He shuddered as the first waves of orgasm began to hit, and squatted down a little, aiming his penis at her pussy, still spread open lewdly by her own fingers. The first spurts of his white load flew out the tip of his penis. Some jets hit the red triangle of pubic hair above her stretched vagina, but almost all others landed squarely onto her pink fleshy opening and the fingers that were holding it open. Soon there were also a few sperm trails at both sides of her inner thighs, and a small puddle forming right under her white buttocks.

Moving back admiring his work, he gestured at Asuka. “Now, Asuka nee-chan, rub some of my sperm onto your butt hole and then you can cum.”

Asuka hastily took her fingers out of the mouth, scooped some sperm from the puddle below her and started rubbing it on and around her sphincter so that some of the white globs could be seen entering and then leaking out of her puckered brown hole. She didn't care how obscene it looked or how much she would be disgusted by this later. She wanted to cum.

“Good, now you can masturbate. Juts keep your eyes on the camera.”

In an instant, Asuka's fingers left her cummy asshole and returned back to her equally cum-flooded slit. She pushed two fingers in at once, not really paying attention to the fact that Musashi's load was overflowing her sweet entrance and seeping inside, and started churning it around in her pussy, creating even more obscene wet noises both from her snatch and her throat. Her eyes were lidded and rolling back; she was covered in sheets of sweat.

The stronger the pressure on her pussy was the louder were her noises. Her left hand left her pussy lips and moved up to her naked breasts, her fingers completely drenched with Musashi's load but it did not matter. Besides, her breasts were already smeared with it from before anyway.

Asuka started playing with her erected nipples at the same time as she rubbed her pussy. They were so hard that any even softest touch felt immense. She had a hard time taking a firm hold of her breasts because of the slickness of her fingers, but once she got used to it her hands started kneading her glistering breasts and softly pinching her pink nipples. She could feel his semen dripping through her fingers on her skin and on her nipples but it only increased the itch she was feeling between her legs.

Asuka's pussy juices and his sperm were gushing out of her snatch like water from a fountain. She felt their mixed juices running down her butt crack onto the plastic toilet seat cover.

Her face started to flinch, as her hands sped up. She was fingerbanging herself so intensively that the friction of her hand stimulated her clitoris, making the pleasure even more intense. The tiny pearl was standing hard at attention, protruding from its normally hidden spot almost like a primitive erect penis.

“Asuka nee-chan, look at the camera and smile,” Musashi said from somewhere beyond her world of flaming pleasure. “Show you are happy!”

Asuka refocused her eyes to the camera, though by then the blue orbs were practically glazed in absent bliss, and showed a wide grin of crazy pleasure. She was already past the point where she would care about how she looked. She just wanted to have her release.

She wanted to cum.

“Wink, Asuka-nee chan.”

Asuka winked playfully to the camera while still keeping a delighted smile. And the camera mercilessly continued capturing the images of the young teenage redhead. But Asuka didn't care.

She wanted to cum.

It was so grotesque, but the fire between her legs was much worse. She would do it all and more just to get her release, which was so close now. So close …

“Hey, Keita, come, come, look, what a big pervert Asuka nee-chan is!” Amazed, Musashi could only stare at the perverse spectacle before his eyes.

“I know that already!“ came the slightly annoyed voice from the other stall. It was obvious he was more interested in Rei at the moment. And from the damp sounds coming from there it was obvious he was keeping Rei busy as well. But even his and Rei's combined sounds could not mute out the moans Asuka's was making in the frenzy of masturbation she has fallen in.

Her breasts were heaving faster, her face and her body glistening with sweat. Her naked ass started lifting itself off the seat in jerky movements, following her fingers with each gyration of her hips. She was fingering herself so hard that it seemed like semen and juices were spattering from her pussy.

God, she wanted to—

Finally, from her throat escaped a loud moan as she lifted her ass high and crushed her right hand deep into her hot canal. Her back arched, her body twitched uncontrollably, and her eyes lost any focus as her mouth opened widely to scream.

“YAAHHHH! OH! Oh… GOD!”

With a gush, a large mount of her love juices, mixed with Musashi's jizz, gushed down onto the toilet seat and onto the floor at the boy's feet, splashing there as if were piss. At last, Asuka's body relaxed and with a loud splash her naked bottom landed into the dirty puddle of her cum and semen beneath her, slumping back bonelessly against the wall, legs spread lewdly in front of her. She was completely limp.

“So intense!” Musashi admired her and took more pictures. “You are awesome, Asuka nee-chan!”

Her eyes were still on the camera, but the look was now completely blank and mindless. As if on their own, without any conscious though, the corners of her lips turned upwards forming a faint smile of delight as she continued to lie in the puddle of her pussy juices and sperm almost like had suddenly cummed herself catatonic.

It would be a while before she was in any shape to return to class. Such was the debauchery of Asuka Langley Sohryu.

Realizing this Musashi stepped out of the stall, casting a parting glance the redhead sitting on the toilet like a passed-out drunkard—her uniform was wrinkled and disheveled, skirt bunched up around her waist, shirt opened and showing her soiled breasts; her panties were still wadded around one ankle, cum-drenched pussy on display for anyone to see—before shutting the door. He fixed himself up quickly, then knocked on Keita's stall after checking his watch. “Hey man, we should go. We're late to class.”

Keita stepped out, looking like he'd been to battle. Musashi had been so involved in what was happening in her own little stall with Asuka that he didn't consider what Keita might the doing with Rei. As the door opened, however, he saw the blue haired girl slumped in front of the toilet like a puppet with her strings cut, her head actually shoved inside the bowl. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, her beautiful porcelain skin heavily beaded and scuffed in places, her enormously swollen pussy oozing cum in chunks beneath her own bunched skirt.

“Rei nee-chan was good?” Musashi asked with a grin.

“The best,” Keita said. “What about Asuka nee-chan?”

Musashi gestured for him to take a look inside Asuka's toilet stall. Keita was very impressed with what he saw, and went as far as opening the dazed girl's labia to examine the pink insides of her pussy, letting even more fluids pour out out of her in the process. They couldn't decide between themselves how'd won the contest but since that didn't settled the issue they determined to have another go a soon as the girls recovered.

“Come on, get dressed,” Musashi urged. “I've got some pictures to show you.”

They cleaned up in a hurry and rushed out underneath the `Keep Out' that had been set across the bathroom door. But as they turned a corner they ran right into Yui Ikari, who was clearly not pleased to see them.

“You two should be in class, shouldn't you?” Yui-sensei asked sternly.

Musashi and Keita exchanged a look, then respectfully bowed their heads in front of her and said in unison. “Sorry, Yui-sensei, we won't let it happen again.”

“Yes, make sure you don't.” Yui waved them off—there was a reason she was a favorite of the students, any other teacher would have given them clean-up duty. But as they continued on their way to class, she looked down the hallway from where they'd come, towards the discontinued bathroom.

***

Asuka moaned in her sleep as the haze slowly lifted—the last thing she remembered was pleasure, pure, overwhelming pleasure. She remembered sitting half-naked on that toilet for what seemed like ages, panting for air in the wake of her orgasm. Her body refused to obey her, and her mind didn't feel at all like working. She was too tired to even hold up her head or move her arms, or do anything else beside sit there, shamefully exposed, and breathe, and stare.

Finally, too tired to do anything else, her mind had drifted off. She couldn't recall what she'd dreamt about—if she'd dreamt about anything. She was blank, as if the torrent she had experienced had cleansed her somehow. She was at peace, maybe even something that could be called happiness.

Only after she focused on the ceiling did Asuka realize she had opened her eyes. She tried to raise a arm, intending to rub the soreness out of her head, but it was tugged back painfully. She winced and looked down to find an IV on her wrist.

“Wha…” Asuka muttered drowsily. “Where … am I?”

“You are in the infirmary,” said a soft voice, which was soon followed by a young face appearing in her field of vision. Short brown hair, almost like a female Shinji. “You fainted.”

Asuka vaguely recognized the girl standing over her. “Nu-Nurse Ibuki?”

“Take it easy,” Maya Ibuki said, gently cradling Asuka arm and returning it to her side, and checking the IV. “Don't move too much or you might hurt yourself.”

It took a few moments for Asuka's brain to reboot, but once it did a shock of panic went through her system. Musashi had left her naked and fucked in that toilet stall, and she had passed out. That meant someone had to find her and bring her here. Someone had seen her …

Asuka jerked her arm away, and again pain from the IV flooded her senses. “No! Don't touch me!”

Maya looked at her in surprise, but didn't try to stop her as she proceeded to rip the needle from her wrist.

“Who brought me here?” Asuka demanded, infuriated and shamed at the same time, rubbing her wrist. “Who found me?”

“Yui-sensei brought you in,” Maya said, carefully picking up the needle from the sheets and disconnecting it from the plastic tip at the end of the line. “She said she found you passed out inside a bathroom stall. She said you looked very sick.”

“Sick?” Somehow that summed up what she'd been doing perfectly. “How sick?”

“Sick enough to pass out, I guess. I gave you fluids to keep you from getting dehydrated.” Maya headed towards her desk, picking up a clipboard before returning to Asuka's bedside.

The redhead was hopelessly confused—if Yui-sensei had found in the state she had been left in there was doubt in Asuka's mind she would've called the cops, which meant that someone had dressed her before Yui found her.

Whoever it was, however, had not taken care to clean her up first. Asuka could feel how sticky her breasts were underneath her shirt and bra. And even the slightest motion was enough to remind her of the dried cum clinging to her pubic hair. In fact, the whole of her pubic region felt as though someone had rubbed adhesive over it.

“You aren't running a fever or show any sign of illness,” Maya said. “It could have been stress, or maybe something you ate. Most likely it was a combination of things. Have you been feeling any different lately? Have you been eating well?”

Though Asuka knew she was only asking questions out of concern for her, she had to control the urge to tell her to shut up. Had she been feeling any different lately? She was raped and drugged repeatedly until she was sure she was loosing her mind. She had become a sex toy for two perverts who enjoyed humiliating and using her in the worse ways imaginable. Of course she was feeling different. She was miserable. She was disgusting.

And as for eating well, the only thing she ate with any regularity was nasty boy's semen, though she doubted that had any nutritious value. She was practically a dumpster for the stuff—a cumdumpster. Her pussy was too, except that at least her mouth couldn't get her pregnant. Given what her life had turned into, how could she not be sick?

Curiously, Asuka didn't spare a single thought for Rei. Not even to wonder why she wasn't lying in the infirmary with her.

It was only after all this had gone through her head that Asuka realized the nurse was awaiting an answer, and that not saying anything would likely be as suspicious as telling the truth.

“No,” Asuka muttered. “I-I'm fine.”

A voice inside her screamed at the lie—she wasn't fine, she was raped! Her innocence was gone. She was a living, breathing sex toy! There was no way blackmail could be any worse than the other things they did to her on a daily basis. She would be humiliated, but it would pass. And this was the first time she was left alone with an adult, too—another woman, someone who might understand and offer her comfort. All she had to do was tell.

But … she couldn't. A part of her—the part that had come to crave the release, to enjoy being treated like a piece of meat; the emotionally damaged, lonely, and hopelessly broken part—forbade her. And it made her feel impotent and defeated.

“Well, you seem fine now.”

As if to confirm that diagnosis, Asuka sat up. Her body, underneath her, grumbled in sore protest. She had come with the energy of a tropical storm. For some reason, ever since she was raped her orgasms seemed to have intensified tenfold. Maybe it was the drugs they'd given her before; maybe it was the birth control hormones; or maybe she was just that much more of a slut.

“You should take it easy for a few days,” Maya said, making notes on her clipboard. “I'll give you a note for the PE teacher this week if you don't feel up to it.”

Asuka was about to tell her that wasn't necessary when someone knocked at the door. Suddenly, the redhead felt very embarrassed that she was about to be seen here.

“Oh, I've arranged for you to go home with someone,” Maya said, opening the door. “Wouldn't want anything to happen to you on the way home.”

“That's stupid, I don't need—”she stopped upon seeing Shinji entering, his posture more visibly slouched than normal, carrying both of their school bags. Through the open door she caught a glimpse of short red hair; the idiot hadn't even thought to dump the leech before coming to see her.

Asuka said nothing, angrily clutching the sheets on her right side, opposite from Shinji and the nurse so they couldn't see. If he thought she was going to walk home with the two of them …

“Um, how are you feeling?” Shinji asked shyly.

“I'm in the infirmary,” Asuka replied very huffily. “How do you think I'm feeling? What is she doing here?” She nodded her head towards the door.

Shinji looked nervously behind him. “Well, she … she wanted to come with me. I thought maybe she was worried.”

Asuka snorted. “You're such an idiot.”

She tossed her sheets aside, the pivoted on her rear, and hopped off the bed. But it was a bad move as her legs were not ready to support her and her knees buckled. To his credit, Shinji did try to catch her a she fell but he was too slow.

Asuka hit the floor with a loud noise, and both Shinji and Maya were by her side immediately. She pushed the boy away as the nurse helped her to her feet. “I don't need your help!”

“Asuka?” Shinji gave her a hurt look, like he truly didn't understand.

Asuka shoved an accusatory finger towards the door and the girl on the other side. “And I'm not going anywhere with her!”

Shinji had to choose—Asuka was leaving him no uncertain terms about that. Either his so-called concerned for her prevailed and she ditched Mana to walk her home, or he went back to Mana and left Asuka on her own. He couldn't have it both ways, and Asuka would never allow him to. The thought of not having him was only ranked below the thought of having to share him in the scale of what she would hate the most.

Shinji didn't seem to really understand what she was asking, but the concerned expression on his face—concern for Asuka—made his decision so clear he didn't really have to say anything. Asuka had won out.

“Are you sure you are fine?” Maya asked, withdrawing her arms carefully and letting the redhead stand on her own.

“Yes,” Asuka said, looking at Shinji. She extended her hand for her bag but Shinji refused to let her have it.

“I think I'd better—”

Asuka would have none of it and snatched it. After slipping on her shoes, she followed him to the door. Predictably enough, Mana stood in their way, giving them a raised eyebrow and a plastically curious expression that made Asuka want to slap her.

“Shinji,” she said, “I thought you were just gonna check on her.”

Shinji, never one for confrontation, dropped his eyes to the floor. “Um, well, Asuka needs someone to …”

“He's walking home with me,” Asuka declared boldly enough as to leave no doubt this wasn't really about going home. “I guess you'll have to find someone else to mooch off of for a while, huh?”

Mana seemed surprised, in that smarmy `I can't believe I'm NOT the center of the universe' way certain girls her age possessed. It could have almost been called Asuka-ish, if Asuka herself weren't glaring knives at her.

“But…” the younger redhead said, attempting to sound hurt. “I thought we'd go for a walk after school.”

“Um … I …” Shinji didn't have anything to answer her with, and seemed shamed that he was basically dumping her. No, it wasn't shame, Asuka noticed. It was guilt.

Fearing he might actually reverse himself, Asuka stepped in between him and Mana. “He's going home with me. I'm his oldest friend, so, obviously, I'm more important than you.” She stressed the word to leave no doubt.

Mana locked eyes with Asuka for a moment, angry blue meeting minty green, neither girl yielding an inch. Then, Mana sidestepped her and talked to Shinji directly as if she weren't there. “Your girlfriend should be more important than even your oldest friend, don't you think?”

“Girlfriend?” Asula squeaked, failing to hide her surprise. “What are you prattling about?”

Mana smiled at Asuka, a fastidiously annoying grin. “Hasn't he told you?” she beamed, delighted in having found something tease about. “We're officially together now.”

“You're deluded,” Asuka retorted.

“Shinji, tell her,” Mana stepped over to Shinji, slipping her arm under his.

By this point it was clear Shinji just wanted to disappear. Now it was Asuka's eyes that he couldn't meet, scratching the back of his head nervously. “Um …Asuka, we …”

Asuka frowned, unwilling to believe it and yet oddly aware that Shinji would jump at the chance to deny at the first chance. She didn't expect that he would dare acknowledge it to her face, being the doormat that he was, but his hesitation all but confirmed it for her. Maybe they weren't as serious as Mana wanted her to believe, and they probably weren't, but they didn't have to be for Asuka to despise the idea of them being a couple.

A collecting of disgusting feelings sprang to life inside of her, not unlike what she felt towards being used as a boy's plaything, not unlike her own hatred of herself. She had surrendered to Musashi and to everything he did to her through her fear of shame, the helplessness of having been raped and needing something to take away the misery, to give meaning to what had become of her sad life. And in turn her body, if not her mind, reluctantly began to enjoy and accept her new role.

But there was no justifying this. She was ruined for Shinji, and he may never accept her, but that didn't mean she had to give him up.

“Well,” Asuka started, stepping over to grab her shoulder and push her off. “Whatever you think you are doesn't change the fact that he's going home with me.”

Mana struggled against her grip, but Asuka held her firmly even in her weakened condition. Reluctantly, she took her arm from under Shinji's, shaking her shoulder and looking at the boy with disappointed resentment, as if she had really expected him to defend their relationship. Asuka, his oldest childhood friend, knew him better than that.

Seeing her advantage, Asuka then grabbed Shinji by the shirt. “Are you coming or what?”

He looked at her uncertainly, then at Mana, apologizing with his eyes. She did not give up that easily, taking Shinji's hand and whispering loud enough for Asuka to hear, “You'll call me later, right?”

“Y-yeah—”

That was all he managed to say as Asuka dragged him along behind her.

They caught a late afternoon train just in time, having barely squeezed through the closing doors. Other people gave them funny looks, which made Asuka feel a little self-conscious because her uniform was such a mess. Shinji also blushed slightly, although he had no better reason than because he was a sheep.

They found seats of the left side of the aisle, moving between a frazzled salaryman and a homemaker returning home with a bag of groceries in arms and little kid clinging to her side, either of whom looking like they could use the seats more than Asuka and Shinji.

Asuka wasn't about to stand; she took the window seat, while Shinji, still carrying both their bags, took the one closest to the child. Reflected on the window, she could see Shinji looking at her. Of course, he wouldn't just come out and say what was on his mind.

“What?” she asked in annoyance. “Do I have something on my face?”

Shinji turned away quickly. “No, um…”

“If you want to give up your seat then go ahead. I'm not getting up.”

“No, that wasn't what I was thinking,” Shinji said, and he was so typically embarrassed that she couldn't tell if he was telling the truth. “It's just … it's just that you look pretty bad.”

Asuka knew exactly what he meant, of course--she'd been fucked on a filthy bathroom floor and then masturbated herself senseless while someone ejaculated on her stretched-out pussy, after smearing her breasts with cum, and fingering her own anus, then cleaning said finger with her mouth—it would have been impossible not to look pretty bad. But somehow Shinji's choice of words stirred the darkest of her insecurities.

“What, like I'm ugly or something?” she barked.

“N-no!” Shinji stammered in alarm. “I-I didn't mean it like that. Just … your clothes are all wrinkled and dirty.”

“Of course they are. I fainted in the bathroom; I was probably lying there for who knows how long! And where were you? Hanging out with that bitch when you should have been helping me.”

Shinji's guilty face reminded Asuka how easy it was to manipulate him. No wonder Mana had gotten so good. He was too nice for his own good; all that was needed was to make him uncomfortable and he'd be willing to do anything. Mana had taken advantage of that while she was too busy being stuck-up and not acting on what she felt, and lately, being molested.

Asuka was determined not to let this stand anymore—she had to do something if she wanted to keep Shinji out of Mana's clutches. She had to get over feeling sorry for herself and act. In her desperation there was only thing she knew to do.

The one part of her Shinji couldn't possibly reject was her body. So, as Musashi and Keita had used it as a weapon against her, she would now use it as a tool of her own. She had learned a lot from them, willingly or not; she had learned about how powerful sex could, how it could be used to take over someone's like, to destroy someone's pride. It was a repugnant thing to think about, but she wanted to ensnare him and make him hers for certain. Or at the very list take him away from Mana.

It was then that Asuka resolved to seduce him, for his sake as well as hers.

Of course, she couldn't do to him what they boys did to her, starting with the fact that she didn't have any drugs. She didn't even own any sexy clothes. But she was determined.

Shinji still refused to look at her, but Asuka had no such problem. Looking at him standing there on the train car, it struck her how disingenuous he seemed. Innocent—what Asuka no longer was; what she would be taking from him.

The idea didn't bother her too much, maybe because she was such a horrible person.

“You can do better than her, you know,” Asuka said as casually as she could. “Mana.”

Shinji hesitated, his face showing he did not want to deal with this subject. Too bad, because Asuka did want to.

“She isn't as nice as you think. She might act innocent, she might seem like the sort of girl you'd want to hang out with, but she isn't. I saw her talking to Musashi, and anyone who talks to that prick is just a whore.”

“But …” Shinji hesitated then apparently decided against whatever he was going to say.

Asuka huffed in annoyance. She hated when he did that. “But what? If you are going to say something, say it. At least have the guts NOT to change your mind mid-sentence.”

“Um, well, you hang out with Musashi, too, don't you?” Shinji said.

Asuka gave him a glare bristling with the threat of violence, which more than justified his skittishness around her. “That's different,” she growled. “It's not because I want to.”

She slipped into a surly silence after that. No more details would be forthcoming, and Shinji was not going to ask; Asuka wasn't sure what she would say if he did. How could she explain it? She didn't even understand what happened, or even how. It was the sort of thing that had to be witnessed, and she hoped against hope that he never did.

Shinji wouldn't understand even she told him. He'd be horrified, like he should be. The sort of reaction Asuka had at the beginning, when she would cry herself to sleep over her rape, when it seemed she had lost all desire to be alive.

But it hadn't taken long for her defenses, fresh from having seen her through the death of her mother, began repairing themselves. She could go on; her life hadn't ended, it had just changed. Asuka was aware that even this sort of rationalization acted merely as a defense mechanism. To wake up and realize the truth of her situation would destroy whatever was left of the once-proud girl she had been.

Asuka glanced furtively in Shinji's direction. He was fidgeting in his seat, obviously trying to keep from looking at her too much.

Yeah, her life had changed horribly, but if she could get Shinji on her side things would be better. Being with him would make all the difference. At least, that's what Asuka told the desperate little voice inside her.

***

Not owning anything she considered sexually provocative enough, Asuka sneaked into her guardian's room. She imagined that someone like Yui Ikari, a recently separated, fully grown and attractive woman, would be familiar with the sort wardrobe that would make men drool over her. She felt like a thief for doing this, but she intended to return whatever she took before it was missed. And it wasn't like she would be wearing it for long, either.

Yui's room was the master bedroom, the biggest one in the house, located on the second floor. Like the other rooms in the house except for Asuka's, it had no lock. The redhead had never understood why Japanese people didn't care about privacy, but in this particular case she was glad. It was dark inside the room—Asuka didn't turn on the lights so Shinji wouldn't notice anything. Still, there was enough light to see by. Certainly enough to see what she was picking out; after all it couldn't be any old thing.

The first thing Asuka did after getting home was shower very thoroughly. She wanted to be clean for Shinji. Now, freshly scented in the fragrance of her favorite body wash and shampoo, still slightly wet, she not only felt clean, but invigorated. As if the hot water had washed away more than just the filth clinging to her body.

Shinji, as usual, had retreated to the relative safety of his bedroom, allowing Asuka full reign over the rest of the house. She made a quick check to be sure he couldn't notice her before going up the stairs into Yui's room instead of her own on the other end of the hall. Wearing only a towel, it would have been hard to explain what she was doing if he caught her.

She headed straight into Yui's closet, which was larger than Asuka's by almost three times the square footage. A lot of outfits were hanging there on the railings overhead, but she wasn't looking for just any thing she could find. Towards the deeper parts of the closet, beyond the dresses, hats, shoes, and other stuff, were the more private things. Asuka was surprised at the boxes lying around, but her mind was set on the clothes. She looked over them briefly, amazed by the variety of styles and sizes, congratulating herself for correctly assuming Yui would have such a collection.

Asuka settled for a sheer babydoll nightgown in pink with embroiled black accents along the hem and the shoulder straps. The material was very thin, enough to be partially see-through, and wispy to the touch. As she removed the nightgown from the hanger she noticed another garment hanging underneath it: a stringy something in black.

It wasn't until she held this piece in front of her curiously that she realized it was a matching G-string thong.

“Perfect,” Asuka couldn't help the pleased chirp. She had never worn a thong before, and this was basically a triangular patch of material in the front and nothing but strings in the back, leaving her shapely buttocks completely bared. Shinji would like it. After all, Musashi was always going on about what a nice ass she had—why would Shinji be different?

Asuka tossed aside the towel and quickly slipped on the gown. As she expected it was feathery light, barely making an impression on her soft skin, for all purposes feeling like she wasn't wearing anything. Yui, being bigger than her and more well-developed, naturally had larger sized clothes, and the gown was a little baggy around Asuka's breasts. It also reached down further along her trim thighs than she would have liked. But, all in all, it wasn't bad.

She had a little more trouble with the thong, as the strings and the triangle gave no clear indication of which side was up. She figured it out soon enough, though, and pulled the outrageously skimpy thing up her legs. The triangle in front was just big enough to cover above her pubic hair, its black color stark against her creamy white skin even in this light; one of strings in the back disappeared snugly between her buttocks, while the other two emerged from her crack in opposite directions to wrap around her hips. There was nothing to actually cover her rear.

Through all this Asuka couldn't erase the delighted grin from her face. It felt oddly pleasant wearing an outfit such as this, like she was naked without really being naked.

Convinced in her own imminent success, Asuka strolled confidently out of Yui's room, her bare feet padding purposefully on the carpet, the wispy nightgown rising around her from the air created by her movements, revealing the creamy twin globes of her naked ass with the stringy thong wedged between them, and her barely covered snatch. She felt quite a draft as she climbed down the stairs.

Asuka knocked on Shinji's door. “Shinji?” she twittered. “Are you sleeping? Wake up, I wanna show you something.”

No response. Typical. Shinji didn't even know how good he was about to have it.

“Hey,” Asuka slid open the door and stepped inside. “Don't you know when a girl talks to you it's rude to ignore her?”

Shinji was lying on his bed listening to his stupid music player, his back turned to her, but as she intruded deeper into his personal space he rolled towards her. “Asuka, what are you—”

He stopped dead, his mouth falling open, eyes growing wider and wider the more of her he took in. And there was a lot of her display, practically all of her.

“So?” Asuka turned, letting the gown float around her and showing even more of her stunning teen body. She could almost hear Mana screaming from each movement of her gown. Which, of course, only increased her glee.

By the time she completed the turn, Shinji at least seemed to have regained some of his higher brain functions.

“W-what—what are you doing?” he stammered, not so much confused as he was simply floored. Exactly what Asuka expected. What she didn't expect was what he did next. Instead of keeping his pale blue eyes riveted on her, Shinji looked away. “A-are you trying to tease me?”

Asuka didn't understand. Shinji should be all over her by now, dragging her down to the floor, groping her through the thin nightgown, poking her with his erect member, and kissing her passionately. But he wasn't even looking at her.

He wasn't even looking.

“What the hell do you think I'm doing?” Asuka barked, the chirpy tone from a moment before vanishing. She opened her arms. “Are you stupid? Here I am, dressed like this. What the hell do you think I want?”

He hesitated, the blush on his cheeks telling her he was embarrassed. “I … don't know.”

Confusion, anger, and frustration all exploded inside Asuka's chest at once.

“What the hell do you think I want?” she bellowed at the top of her voice. She stormed toward the bed, dropping a knee onto it as she leaned aggressively over him, clutching the loose hem of her nightgown with a fist. “WHAT THE HELL?”

But Shinji still wouldn't look.

It was more humiliating, more frustrating and more angering than anything that the two perverts did to her. She could feel anger burning inside her body, fury pumping through her veins and rage blinding her vision.

“LOOK AT ME!” Asuka opened her cleavage, taking up all the slack of the poor fit over her chest. Her firm breasts were practically bouncing out of the gown, and she shoved them in his face until he recoiled for fear she might slap him with her bust. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I WANT?”

“A-Asuka, I don't-I don't know!” Shinji muttered. “I-I can't. I—it's not right. I couldn't—”

Asuka shoved him violently onto the mattress, pinning his shoulders down with her hands and climbing over him, straddling his waist with a coltish naked thigh on either side. “Fine! I've always known you wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she came begging you for sex. You are such an idiot! You won't even look! I did this for you!”

Shinji flinched when she pulled a hand from his shoulder, as if thinking she would hit him. His cowardice only increased her anger. She despised his weakness at the same time that she wanted the rest of him. For the first time since her rape, Asuka Langey Sohryu was in control. She was on top, literally. And she was going to get what she came for. And to hell with him, his whore `girlfriend' and the rest of the world!

Even though he was shaking under her, his eyes full of confusion and fear, only a quick look was necessary to notice the slight bulge in his pants. Asuka's enraged frown slacked, but the blue orbs of her eyes still burned with an otherworldly intensity slipping somewhere in the spectrum between fury and lust.

She licked her lips. Her hand slithered down Shinji's front.

He tried to push it away. “D-don't, Asuka,” he stammered. “This isn't right! Why are you doing this?”

“Shut up,” Asuka growled as she slapped his obstructing hand from her path and set her fingers to work on the button of his trousers. “You are too stupid to know what you want. I'm going to show you. I'm your oldest friend, right? You care about me, right? So it's going to be me who shows you.”

Shinji was shaking his head. “Asuka … I … I'm not—”

“I said shut up!” Asuka clapped her other hand over his mouth, making his eyes grow wide. He struggled, but she was more driven, bolder, and he wasn't exactly the strongest boy in the world. No matter how much squirmed beneath her lean thighs, he couldn't unseat her. Asuka clamped her knees, digging them into his side to hold him in place. Meanwhile, her fingers had found and lowered his zipper.

Shinji managed several muffled complaints as Asuka released his mostly-erect penis from the prison of his clothes. It stood up like a flagpole, tantalizing close to her own heated sex covered only by the thin material of her thong. He wasn't very big, in fact, Musashi was bigger than him, but it was not surprising for a boy like him, so Asuka wasn't disappointed. Her pussy was squirming with anticipation, already secreting the juices to lubricate herself.

But mostly erect wasn't good enough.

Shinji was making a lot of noise and shaking his head, forcing Asuka to tighten her grip on over his mouth. He was just scared, she thought, because it was his first time. She'd show him there was nothing to be afraid of.

So, ignoring Shinji's unfounded protests, Asuka wrapped her free hand around his shaft, slowly starting to pump. He stiffened noticeable, his muscles taut at her touch as if expecting a beating. Her, however, actions were much smoother than the first time she did this to Musashi. Only a few weeks back touching such a filthy thing would have disgusted her: the veins, the bulbous head, the wiry pubic hair. She would have yelled pervert and slapped him across the face.

Now she was the pervert. She was the attacker, doing what the boys had done to her. Yet Shinji was still conscious, not drugged and spread out naked on some table. It wasn't rape this time. He just didn't know he wanted it.

Shinji moaned beneath her hand, pushing feebly against her shoulders. His heart wasn't in it, Asuka could tell. His hands were free, had he truly wanted to get her off of him he could have punched her in the face. He would have to hurt her to make her stop, and he clearly didn't want to do that. His eyes were beginning to tear up, his cheeks flushed red. Slowly, his struggles began to subside until he just lay there, doing nothing.

Asuka increased her pace, tightening her grip to heighten the pleasure. Clear pre-cum started to dribble from his tip after a minute, the pumping motion quickly smearing all over Shinji's cock until it glistened. Blood rushed into his shaft, filling the vessels there and expanding. He wasn't much bigger fully-erect than he had been before, but he was noticeably harder.

The idea that it was her who was doing this must have stuck in his head, or so Asuka thought. If she couldn't believe it when she saw the tape of Musashi and Keita ripping away her virginity—if she couldn't believe she had smiled mindlessly and flashed a victory sign and held up her own legs as they pounded, then Shinji likely couldn't believe this was happening either.

Once Shinji was sufficiently hard, Asuka took her hand away, raising it to her lips and making a show of hungrily licking the pre-cum clinging to her fingers. He watched her from above the hand clamped over his face, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yum,” she moaned, sucking on her thumb. “Looks like you're ready.”

Shinji moved his head slowly back and forth, mumbling mutedly.

Asuka sent her hand between her legs, hooking her well-licked index finger around the triangular front of the thong and pulling it aside to reveal her teenage pussy. Shinji followed her motion throughout, and once the patch of hair and the thin-lipped entrance bellow came into view he could do nothing but stare.

“You like?” Asuka teased, pressing the ball of her hand against her pubic mound and rubbing. She then used her fingers to spread her pussy, showing the glistening pink sleeve within. It wasn't long before her clear pussy juice started leaking out in driblets. “What, you've never seen a woman's cunt before?”

Shinji just stared. His breathing had quickened, growing louder, his nostrils flaring. His eyes were heavy with gathering tears, still pleading her to stop.

Shuffling her knees, Asuka placed her moist opening carefully in line with his head. Then, using her hand to guide Shinji's stiff pole, lowered herself onto it. No matter how many times she'd been fucked or how much lubrication she had, her entrance remained tight. She had loosened somewhat, of course, but there wasn't much difference between her now and when she was a virgin. It was better even, as there was no pain. She moaned as Shinji's cock slowly filled her pussy.

Shinji squeezed his eyes shut at the flood of sensations from his groin and moaned as well. Asuka's muscular sheath applied pressure on all sides, every throb setting his nerves alive. He could feel every square inch of her tunnel as she could feel every inch of his cock, every contraction, every change in shape, from the ribbed lining gripping his shaft to the flaring out of his head as it pushed more firmly against the squishy walls. They were connected as one. It should have been a glorious experience for both of them.

It wasn't. What was worse: there were no mutual feelings between them, just a huge abyss of lust between her anger and his passiveness and nothing else.

Asuka settled down, impaled in her mount, but aside from the sensation of fullness there was nothing. What had she hoped for? Asuka was not sure herself, but she always thought that it would be special when doing it with someone special. It was not. It felt just like one of those regular fucking sessions that Musashi and Kieta gave her. In fact, it felt even worse.

Shinji wasn't as big as Musashi; he wasn't as experienced—he just lay there, like some dumb mannequin.

But Asuka would not give up. Not yet. Not after having lost so much already. Like a drowning woman, she was greedily holding onto her hope. So what if he was not doing anything? Asuka would just have to do everything herself.

Ignoring the chilling feeling of despair swelling inside her chest, telling herself that there was nothing wrong or weird in what she was doing, Asuka began riding her horse.

“Ahhhh!—Ahh!—Ahhh!”

Up and down she went, his slicked cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She leaned forward to keep her hand clasped tightly over his mouth, lifting her rear off his waist to the point where he almost popped out of her, then sat back down on her saddle, feeling him enter her and open her again, penetrating her pinkest depths, her most wet insides.

She moaned in pleasure, panting, her body responding as it had been trained to do, flooding her consciousness with all sorts of chemicals. Beneath her, Shinji could no more fight his own biological response than throw her off. His eyes were starting to roll back, tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Mnnph … mnnn …”

Asuka's hips were gyrating, generating a smooth circular motion on her pelvis, grinding and swirling her pussy on his cock until her labia stroked his pubic hair. She was leaking plentifully, her juices traveling down his shaft.

She reached under the gown with her free hand, grasping one of her breasts, kneading it slowly but firmly and rubbing her open palm against the sensitive, hardened tip. She was sweating now, her skin shimmering with perspiration. Shinji, too, was sweating, soaking his clothes. His red face was contorted, but it was difficult to see due to her hand covering part of it. He made a lot of muffled noises, whimpers, and sniffles. His hands clutched into fists, gripping the sheets under him but never touching her.

Asuka could feel her nightgown starting to stick to her body and her thong strings drive deeper into her ass as she kept impaling herself with Shinji's phallus. She increased the pace, the bed creaking under their weight and the energy of her movements.

And yet there was no passion in the air.

“Come on, dammit!” Asuka groaned. “Don't be such a pussy! Fuck me!”

This was the second time today she approached the threshold of orgasm. But the second time it was with someone that held some meaning in her heart. And yet her heart, thundering away in her chest, seemed to have disconnected from the pleasure center of her brain. Yes, it felt good, and yes, it was with Shinji, and those two things should have been enough to make her happy.

It was hot, but only despite themselves. Though she was sweating now, Asuka had never felt as cold as she did at that moment.

She was making love with Shinji—and yet there was no love. There was uncontrolled pleasure and the sense of fullness from her pussy as she rode her steed like a depraved cowgirl, and her body loved it, craved it like a drug, and her mind loved it and struggled to wrap itself around it.

But there was no love in her heart. Shinji wasn't doing anything, wasn't telling her he cared about her, wasn't touching her. He was there, but not really there. Because he didn't love her.

That thought, more than any other, put the brakes on the freight train of her lust. And it derailed, and pain and smoke and flames where everywhere, like a scene out of some disaster movie or hell itself.

Asuka stopped, despite the pleading desperation of her pussy for release. She stopped, and looked down at Shinji through tear soaked eyes.

“Shi-Shinji …” She lost control. Like a traumatized victim, perhaps exactly what she was, she started crying. This she couldn't stop. Shinji's face, those rolled-back eyes, that blank look, everything, suddenly reminded her of how she'd seen herself look when she was first played the video of her rape. Musashi and Keita had done awful things to her, but she had now done the same thing.

It all flooded back to her, and whatever barriers she'd managed to erect for the sake of her own sanity slipped. It was like the blow of a hammer inside her chest, heavy and violent.

Her aching cunt urged her to continue. It wanted more—more sex, more cum, more release. It didn't care that she had managed to completely separate sex from love, or that she had been raped and repeatedly abused, that she was fucking in filthy bathrooms and left cummed-out in toilet stalls, that she was used like a blow-up doll, that Shinji didn't love her. All it cared about was pleasure, and it would twist and corrupt her for it. It would distort her view of reality, and destroy who she was.

No.

It wouldn't, because it already had.

Asuka let go of his mouth, cupping both her hands in front of her face. She collapsed onto his chest, her tears soaking his shirt as she cried. He was so warm, his heart only a few inches away. She could feel it beating through the material of their clothes; her own nightgown was little better than wearing nothing, and she was sure he could feel hers as well. Her grief was as bare as her bottom, as overwhelming as the throbbing of their genitals locked together. Shinji had to know what she was feeling.

And yet he would not even touch her; he would look at her; he wouldn't do anything. If she were someone else he would hug her. If she were Mana he would …

Asuka propped herself up on her arms, her face suddenly livid. “Why won't you do anything?” she snarled. “What's wrong with me? What do you hate so much about me? Why can't you look at me like you look at that … that BITCH?”

Shinji said nothing, his eyes didn't focus and he made no effort to respond.

Desperation building within her, Asuka took hold of his jaw, a forceful gesture Musashi had used on her to kiss her or make her to give him a blowjob when she wasn't willing. Yet it all did not matter now, as she lowered her soft lips over his to kiss him. He didn't respond, but he didn't refuse either so she pressed on, using her tongue to get past that first barrier to his mouth. She kissed him, but he didn't kiss back. All he did was close his eyes, as if even a kiss from her was torture.

She though about biting him; hurting him somehow like he was hurting her with his refusal. It wasn't much to ask for—just a kiss so she would know she wasn't a completely unlovable shrew.

Please, Asuka pleaded in her head. Just a kiss. Just touch me, even if it's to slap me.

But he wouldn't kiss her, and by the time she pulled away, leaving a strand of her saliva connecting their mouths, she felt as though her soul had been sucked out of her. “You really won't do anything, will you?”

Shinji blinked. “Why …” he whispered weakly.

Asuka wanted to slap him and yell at him some more. But she knew it was pointless. She wiped a hand across her eyes, and sprung off the bed. Her nightgown remained stuck against her sweaty upper body but she did not try to move the dress to cover her bottom. She didn't even bother to fix up the front of her black thong, allowing her swollen pussy to drip on Shinji's bedroom floor. These trifling details were just not important to her anymore.

Nothing seemed important in the face of this chilling emptiness—it swallowed everything: her hope, her pride, her dreams ... her love. And it was gaping open, just like the wanton abyss between her legs.

Asuka bolted as fast as her bare feet could take her, desperately wiping away more tears.

She dropped into a chair at the elaborate dinning room table, exhausted as if she had run for miles, and buried her head in her arms atop the flower-print clothed surface. And she cried bitterly, just like the traumatic night of her rape.

***

She cried for so long that she lost all concept of time.

When the front door opened and Yui Ikari entered the house, Asuka was still sitting at the table, shamefully dressed in her guardian's nightwear. Although the dinning room was separated from the smaller kitchen and the more spacious living room by sliding wooden doors, Asuka hadn't bothered to close them. She was, in fact, was so absorbed in her grief that she didn't notice Yui was staring at her for a couple of minutes, and once she did notice she was too embarrassed to say anything.

As their eyes met, Asuka hoped her guardian wouldn't notice she had raided her closet for what she was currently wearing. Or that she hadn't bothered to fix the thong's crooked front, and her young pussy was still bare.

Yui seemed surprised at first, then her attention turned to the fact she had caught the redhead doing something she never did. “What happened?” she asked. “Are you still not feeling well?”

Asuka's lower lip was trembling, her eyes blurred by tears—she could only imagine the scene she was making to the older woman. Looking at Yui, she realized just far from being a woman herself she really was. She felt more like a petulant child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes.

“Asuka?” Yui asked again, more sternly this time. “Did you do something to Shinji?”

Asuka couldn't look at her anymore and turned away, rubbing her eyes with her hand. She pushed her chair away from the table and made to stand.

“Hold it right there, young lady.” There was a certain edge in Yui's tone that made Asuka worry. “I think there are some thing we need to discuss.”

Groaning silently, Asuka lowered her naked ass back onto the chair, squirming uncomfortably as she suddenly seemed to become much more aware of the thong string deep in her cleft of her ass. Yui stepped inside the dinning room, closing the kitchen-side partition behind her, then walked over the living room side and closed it as well. She sat across the table from Asuka, dropping her handbag in front of her, opening the zipper and shuffling its contents and looking for something.

“Whatever you think I did - I didn't,” Asuka rushed to say, though she was obviously lying. “It was all Shinji's fault.”

“Oh, really? Is this Shinji too?” Yui asked, laying out what looked like a stack of pictures on the table.

Asuka threw a glance at them, and instantly froze with shock.

The topmost picture confronting her was the image of a redheaded beauty caught in an act of intense pleasure with her hand pressed deeply against her crotch, sitting on what seemed to be a plastic toilet seat. Asuka suddenly felt her throat getting dry like the sands in the Sahara.

She noticed that Yui stood up, saying, “I`ll get you something to drink, ok?” she innocently. “Maybe some lemonade?”

Asuka nodded her head absently, her eyes still locked with the blue eyes of the girl in the photo, who was looking right at the camera while masturbating herself to oblivion.

Yui vanished to the adjacent kitchen, and returned a second later holding a glass of cold lemonade, which she placed on the table. Still not lifting her eyes up, Asuka picked it up and silently started to drink, and then she stops. The taste ... the taste was strangely familiar.

Frowning, she looked at the glass in her hand and was quick to recognize it as the same substance that she had become used to seeing and drinking recently. What was more—it was the same lemonade that had started everything!

The sudden realization hit her like a punch to the gut—this lemonade, the request to tutor Musashi and Keita, the photos, finding her and taking her to the infirmary. Everything now started making sense, and it pointed to …

With round eyes wide and full of shock, Asuka looked over at Yui, who now was seated back in her chair across from her.

“I-it was you?”

But Yui only browsed through photos distractedly, not paying attention to the redhead.

"You knew?" Asuka asked in sheer disbelief, having a hard time putting her widely disjointed thoughts into words. “You knew they would rape us. And you sent us. Why? Why would you do that?”

“I just wanted you to find your true self,” came another short reply.

Just what kind of madness was this? It felt so surreal, talking with your guardian and holding a photo of yourself naked and masturbating in a toilet stall. Asuka's world was tumbling. Though she had never gotten along with Yui Ikari on any level beyond the pleasantly respectful guardian-ward relationship, she never expected the woman would be capable of something like this.

“I-I don't understand,” Asuka stammered, her mind reeling.

Finally, Yui placed down the photos down and looked into Asuka's eyes.

“Even though you are Shinji's oldest friend, why do you think I have never encouraged a relationship between the two of you?”

Asuka shook her head, not knowing what to say.

“I knew your mother well,” Yui continued. “She wasn't a happy woman. And she was making others unhappy too, just because she couldn't face her true self.”

The last thing that Asuka wanted to talk at this moment was her mother. “My mother has nothing to do with this!” she pointed a finger at the photos, close to breaking into hysterics. “What kind of nonsense is this?! Where did you get these? And what does Shinji what to do with it? Tell me!”

“You wear a mask, like your mother did. Something that you think is your true face… but it is not. The masks fall off easily, and then you end up being hurt or hurting others. I saw it happen with her. It happened with myself. And will also happen with you and Shinji. I always knew it would, because you are unable to show him your true face. You would just hurt him. As his mother, I can't let that happen.”

A short flash of the brown-haired boy and his blank face came to Asuka's mind.

Yui, sensing her confusion, stood up. She walked around the table and was beside Asuka in a few steps, leaning over the younger teen as her warm hand came upon hers on the table. “You know it yourself, don't you?” the older woman said. “You made yourself and my son unhappy.”

Asuka turned her head away.

“Surprised?” Yui said. “Yes, I know. No, I haven't seen it myself, but it is enough to see how you both act around one another to understand what's happening. You've felt it yourself, haven't you? You felt like you cannot be happy and you cannot make him happy either…”

Her palm softly started stroking Asuka's hand. “This is because of the mask you wear. It always puts a distance between yourself and others; it won't let you be yourself. You are escaping from yourself, and in the end it causes pain.”

Asuka's lips were trembling as she fought hard to stop the tears that threatened to break out. “You didn't have to … let them …”

“This -” Yui's nail pointed at a photo, which was even more lewd than the first as Asuka could clearly see the sperm and juices splashing out of her swollen pussy, while her own two fingers banged her tight entrance “--is what you are without a mask. But is it really you? Maybe it is just a side effect of escaping the mask? But it doesn't change the fact that the longer you play this masquerade the more you'll end up hurting yourself and those that you claim to care about when your house of cards collapses.”

“B-but… It's not me…”

Yui's hand traveled up Asuka's arm and started stroking her shoulder.

“Maybe…or maybe not… But you still ended up hurting him, didn't you? And you still hurt yourself. If you cannot accept yourself, this may be what your life will be.” The hand started massaging the scurf of Asuka's neck. “Find yourself. And you will never be lonely. And no one will hurt you.”

The hand cupped Asuka's chin and turned her head to face its owner.

“No one will hurt you. This is all for your sake, and Shinji's,” she whispered softly and pulled Asuka's face towards her until her luscious young lips were only millimeters from her own.

The teenager felt the slight pressure on her chin, and without a second thought Asuka moved her face towards Yui's. Maybe it was the desperate loneliness, or the sincerity she felt in those words; maybe all the sex had conditioned to act first with her body and think about it later. Maybe. It didn't matter.

And in an instant Asuka felt her guardian's lips pressed tightly against hers.

Their first kiss sent a shiver through her. Yui's lips were warm and firm and her lip-gloss tasted sweet but it was that strange electric thrill that ran down Asuka's spine and into her crotch that really sparked weird tingles in half-German girl's tummy. She was kissing a woman, an older woman.

It wasn't a brutal, Musashi-like kiss, it wasn't a lifeless kiss like the one Shinji gave her either. It was the sensual kiss of a promise. Asuka never considered herself to be a lesbian, but for some reason right now, she could feel a fire igniting inside her.

She could be bisexual, or just sexually curious like many teenagers her age were; or maybe she just longed for that human warmth and closeness, accented by the knowledge that she was doing something that went against her upbringing. Sure, she had tasted Rei, but back then neither of them could hardly think.

Right now Asuka was still fully conscious, though slightly dizzy. She could feel the first thrill starting to spread out from her lips, running like a shiver down the spine until it reached her crotch, where a fiery tingling started to burn in her pussy.

So what if it was a woman, so what if it was her best childhood friend's mother…she was at least warm.

Yui became bolder and Asuka felt the tip of the older woman's tongue brush against her lips. Slowly, the redhead gave in to the pressure and opened her lips to let the wet intruder in, feeling her mouth getting a rush of Yui's saliva, and even more slowly her tongue started to respond. Soon both tongues were entwined, swirling in an enchantingly perverse dance.

Yui's kisses were delicate at first, exploratory, slowly becoming deeper and more passionate. When she used her tongue to trace a pattern around Asuka's lips, the redhead felt a wonderful feeling of being alive and part of some wonderful exploration.

As Asuka slowly got used to kissing Yui like this the butterflies in her stomach started to settle until her guardian decided it was time to move on.

Asuka felt Yui's fingers brush against the thin straps of the nightgown, moving them aside until the sheer garment slid down around her waist, then she felt the warm, soft skin of her hands glide across her bare chest, her stomach, and around her sides. The sensation that her finger tips and nails produced as she ran them softly across the teenager's velvet skin was an electrifying experience.

Having completed their trip, her fingers went back to stroking the tender skin of Asuka's collarbone, before gently sliding down again through the valley of her breasts.

Asuka lost herself in these heavenly sensations. It was so different from everything before. Musashi always forced himself on her, while she forced herself on Shinji. Though her reckless slit loved when she was forced and humiliated, her mind always was always screaming at her. But now both her body and her mind were sucked in, and not against her will.

It was a different sensation. She actually felt needed, not just being used or using.

Yui's fingers continued to play with Asuka's firm breasts flicking around her the pink nipples to and from. Then, finally, she took Asuka's left breast into her hand and started kneading it. Asuka wanted to moan but it was silenced by Yui's eager mouth still pressed tightly against hers. She could even feel the older woman's lips catching her tongue and sucking on it slightly.

And it was all making her very wet.

Suddenly she felt an unusual urge to devour Yui, to embrace her and know every part of her. She longed to rub her nose through her innermost, most personal and secret places and breathe in her aromas and scents. She wanted to run her tongue over her skin and taste her. It was the first time she experienced these strange, alien urges, and towards a woman who was old enough to be her mother.

Was she that much of a whore? Or was that what a little bit of kindness and affection showed to her could do?

She didn't have many moments of kindness, and usually they came from Shinji. But now he was becoming distant and being close to him started to hurt her more and more…

With a sucking noise, Yui pulled out of Asuka's mouth, tracing her slick tongue from the corner of her mouth towards her left earlobe. Asuka could feel her hot breath against her ear and her soft lips almost touching her lobe. Finally a warm tongue entered her ear and started swirling around it, covering it all with her spit. All that Asuka could hear was the older woman's breathing and the wet sounds as her tongue explored her ear.

Then Yui took Asuka's earlobe in her mouth and sucked on it, making her moan. But her moans only increased in volume when Yui bit down. “You like it when it's rough, don't you?” she whispered in the young girl's ear.

Asuka's body was getting numb and all she could do was breath helplessly as her guardian casually explored her perked-up breasts. She cupped the white globes in her hands, taking each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, and gently rolling Asuka's nipples back and forth between her fingers.

The heavy itch between the teen redhead's legs seemed to increase and she felt an urge to simply flop on the floor and let Yui do whatever she wanted. Her nipples responded to the woman's caresses by becoming stiffer and harder.

“I knew you wanted it,” Yui murmured as she lowered her head and her mouth worked its way along the line of Asuka's throat, licking and nibbling gently - sending shivers down the teen's spine, before finally tracing her tongue down and taking one of the erected nipples in her mouth.

Asuka felt the warm wetness of her tongue sliding round and round the aureole of her nipple, exploring its shape and surface. The skin of her whole body felt as if it was becoming sensitized in a way that it never had been before. She closed her eyes and gave in, allowing herself to savor the sensations coming from her breasts and nipples.

But suddenly Yui pulled back and moved behind Asuka once again cooing into her ear, “Let yourself go. Relax and enjoy the sensations.”

It was as if she was playing with her, toying with the fire between her legs until it would turn into a heated wall of lust burning everything in its path.

Yui placed her chin lightly on Asuka's bared shoulder and her hands came snaking out from behind girl's body as she began to run her fingers up and down over her slim torso. At first, she simply traced her fingertips lightly across Asuka's stomach, hips and thighs, which was quite simply a wonderfully sensual experience. She touched her ever so softly but her fingers made Asuka's skin feel like currents of static electricity were flowing over its surface.

Then she took a hold of both of Asuka's breasts once again and began to massage them. And what was worse, Asuka felt completely powerless to stop her as she played with her body like a virtuoso musician performing on his instrument.

Asuka became aware that the tingling sensations in her crotch was getting stronger. She felt an instinctive desire to rub her clit, or get someone to rub it for her. As if hearing her silent plea, keeping one hand on the breast, Yui slid the other hand down past the stringy waistline of Asuka's—technically her own—skimpy thong.

“Don't be afraid to let yourself go,” she purred. “There is nothing shameful in that.”

Yui hooked her fingers around the material that made up the thong's front, drawing it further to the side, then moved to stroke Asuka's pubic mound, running her fingers through the curly pubic hairs there. Then, she snaked her hand lower to cup the young girl's splendid young pussy.

Asuka groaned and moved her hips, trying to push her pussy harder against the intruding hand. Yui held her like that for a while, one hand on her pussy and one on her breast. Yui softly kissed her bare shoulder, to which Asuka responded by rolling her hips and groaning loudly. Her body was desperately pleading for release; her pussy was hot and wet. It felt like an inferno full of molten lava inside of her.

Then Yui began to gently rub two fingers along the outer lips of the captured girl's labia. This exquisite sensation just made it worse. Asuka's legs were weak and shaky now, as she tried actively to grind her pussy into her guardian's hand.

Using her thumb and fingers, Yui gently pulled apart the lips of Asuka's labia to expose the mouth of her vagina and the pink tunnel beyond. Asuka felt the firm warmth of a fingertip at the very edge of her cunt hole and then her body quivered as Yui slid a finger within the wet space.

Yui pushed a second finger into Asuka and moved both fingers around, exploring the inner contours of her pussy. As Yui rubbed her fingers against the inside of Asuka's pubic bone the teen groaned and shut her eyes as ripples of pure pleasure spread outwards from her wet sleeve of flesh. Then she felt Yui's fingers slide out of her, and opened her eyes to see Yui was holding those two glistering fingers right before her face.

“Asuka you are such a pervert.” With that Yui traced her wet fingers against the outlines of Asuka's lips, covering them with her own juices.

After a while Yui brought her fingers back to Asuka's crotch. Her fingertips brushed against the skin on the outside of the teen's thigh. They traced soft swirling patterns over Asuka's skin as they moved towards the top of her inner thigh and the private places beyond.

“I'm…” Asuka tried to say something but was silenced by Yui.

“Hush…” The older woman's fingers drew closer. Asuka braced herself for the incoming touch against her smoldering pussy, but it didn't happen.

After a half a minute, Yui started to kiss and lick Asuka's neck again, nuzzling her long red hair out of her way. As she did this, she kept tracing her fingers from between the teen's thighs and started to gently knead her breasts with her other hand. The feeling of her guardian kissing her neck was quite wonderful, but it wasn't what her body was crying out for and Asuka snorted in irritation.

“Hussh...” Yui cooed, like someone soothing a fussy baby. “Feel it.“

Soon, Yui's other hand reached behind the sitting redhead and traced her fingers down her sheer nightgown-covered line of her spine to the barrier of the hem, running her hand over it and tugging up. Asuka obliged by lifting herself off the chair momentarily, allowing her tender buttocks to be completely exposed save for the string of the thong. As Yui touched the warmth of Asuka`s ass with her fingers, the redhead experienced an indescribable thrill. She pulled her hand slowly back, scraping her fingernail along the crack of the teen's soft bottom as it went up.

Then Asuka felt Yui's other hand push itself against her from the front, enjoying the sensation of the woman's fingernails brushing against the first hairs at the top of her red pubic mound and a sudden coldness shot down her spine.

Asuka's mind seemed to be solely focused on her pubic mound and the sensations coming from there as Yui's finger nails moved back and forth through her pubic hair, slowly and inevitably dropping towards her clit.

Eventually, her fingers reached the raised nub at the top of Asuka's pussy and she put her hand on it. For a few moments, she simply held position, cupping in her hands there. Asuka could feel her fingers resting lightly on the top of her labia and touching her throbbing clit. Then, she pushed with her middle finger and the lips of Asuka's swollen pussy parted eagerly to allow entry.

Asuka gasped faintly as her guardian's finger entered her aching pussy again. She could tell from the warm, oily feeling in her crotch that her pussy was dripping wet and Yui's fingers seemed to just glide into that lubricated slit. Asuka imagined the walls of her tunnel greedily grasping her fingers, drawing them in and coating them with her juices.

It was so dirty, and yet Asuka could feel the fire overtaking her body burning hotter and hotter from such thoughts.

Yui was soon exploring the innermost contours of her most private regions as Asuka moaned loudly in numb helplessness.

Her hands and legs were free but it felt as though she was eternally bound to the chair without a chance to even move a muscle, let alone trying to escape. Her muscles moved only when reacting to the older woman's touches, as if no longer attached to her brain.

Yui's fingers kept dipping into Asuka's dripping hole and rubbing against her pubic bone, pressing on that most sensitive of spots, but they began to return more and more frequently to her clit, rubbing it, tracing circles around it, and then gently flicking.

The more attention she paid to the tiny pearl, the closer the teen came to orgasm. And the redhead kept hearing odd noises of grunting, slobbering, groaning echo in her earns. With a distant sense of shock, Asuka realized that the noises were coming from her.

Yui seemed to sense when she was reaching the point of no return and kept moving her finger away from Asuka's love bud, only to return to it time and time again when she started to easy back from the edge. Finally, she yanked her hand away, slowly tracing her wet finger up Asuka's tummy and firm breasts, leaving faint trails of wetness behind.

Asuka's mouth opened and closed, making her look like a fish thrown out onto the shore. A faint, pleasing sound escaped her lips. “Bitte…”

She didn't even seem to know what language she was speaking, nor did she care. All that mattered was the release for which she was aching. All hurts and all pains were forgotten for now, and her only salvation was the burning place between her legs.

“Such a spoiled little girl,” Yui sighed, like a parent giving in to her child's pleas for a new toy. She allowed her fingers to return to Asuka's twat, but only to rub teasing circles around her pussy. Asuka did not care; all that she wanted as she felt Yui's fingers press harder and harder against her front was release.

Asuka found herself moving her pelvis on the chair, trying to make the rubbing harder and faster. But this time Yui did not pull away. She just smiled warmly at Asuka and continued to stroke her.

“That's right. You are just a little lusty whore aren't you? But it's all right. Don't be afraid. Let it all out. Mmm, yesss, that's the way.”

Asuka almost started to jump off her chair following the rhythmic movements of Yui's hand against her crotch. Up and down up and down, her bare ass moved on and off the chair as she sought the climax that was rightfully hers. Shinji, Musashi, Mana, school—everything went to the deepest corners of her consciousness. It was just her and her hot, swollen pussy.

Her head rolled back as she lost her thoughts more deeply into the intense pleasure. She was literally riding Yui`s hand as the chair moved ever so slightly with each impact of her falling buttocks.

All at once, Yui bit at her earlobe again, pinched her nipple with her left hand, and pressed her right against her snatch. Attacked from three different sports, Asuka finally reached her limit.

“I'm cu-cu-cum--ahhh!” The teen German girl moaned loudly, and shuddered a few more times on the edge of the chair before finally slumping back in a blissful aftermath of her orgasm.

Yui's hand, her own borrowed thong, and even the chair became drenched with her cum, but at this moment she didn't care about the mess or anything else.

Lazily, tenderly, Yui stroked her painfully throbbing snatch for a few moments, before pulling away her moist hand and holding it in front of Asuka's glazed, tear-clouded eyes. “This is the proof, and you know it. Asuka Langley Sohryu's mask is off. Now lick my hand clean.”

Obediently, Asuka started working her mouth around the hand, cleaning it off. Her limber tongue swirled around and between her fingers lapping her own pussy juices as she had grown accustomed to doing. Everything was lost in the pink mist of post-orgasmic pleasure, and she didn't find any disgust at all in what she was doing. Right now she was so pleasantly exhausted that she could have been made do just about anything.

With a plop, Yui gently slipped her fingers away from Asuka's panting mouth and smiled at the redhead.

She placed both of her palms on Asuka's shoulders, guiding her off the chair and making her squat on the floor next to it. Then, Yui lifted her black miniskirt up to her waist and pulled down her panties. Still in a daze, Asuka watched the black undergarments slide down her guardian's shapely legs until they hit the floor and Yui stepped out of them.

Then she sad her naked bottom on the chair, and turned to Asuka, gently stroking a hand through the younger girl's hair.

“It is my turn now. You will do this for me, right?” she asked, and there was something in her voice that made Asuka feel that it was more of a command than a question. However, Asuka felt no repulsiveness thinking about the thing.

For a moment she hesitated, after all sticking her tongue up another woman's cunt was not something that she was used to. And no, she was still not a lesbian even though she just came from woman's hands. But for some reason this felt right—more right than anything that had happened during the last few weeks.

Asuka looked back at the pussy before her, the first time he was one other than her own. And this was a woman's pussy, not a girl's. A pussy that had given birth, older, and more experienced. The folds were pink and damp, the curly dark hairs much more abundant, and the dark crinkled recesses showing marks of stretching. Asuka felt her heart beat faster. The heady, musky aroma of Yui's sex filled her nostrils. She looked up into Yui's eyes and nodded her head.

Yui smiled at her and spread her legs more, moving to the edge of her seat at the same time. Asuka shifted back a little, placing most of her body under the table, allowing the long tablecloth to fall onto her back like curtain. Thus, Asuka found herself with Yui's pussy less than an inch from her nose.

“It's OK, nothing to be scared of,” Yui said in a reassuring tone as she put a hand at the top of her head, pulling it gently towards her cunt. “Go on, you're just going to kiss it a little. There's a first time for everything.”

Asuka looked up at Yui over the top of her pubic mound and their eyes met across the forest of her pubic hairs. Somehow it made her mouth water. Maybe she was really just a slut and it didn't matter who and when? Maybe this was really her true self?

Pushing all these thoughts aside, Asuka opened her lips and gingerly extended her tongue.

The first taste of another woman's pussy surprised her. It was such a mixture of sensations: the warmth, the texture, the smell, and the wetness. And she was surprised at how soft the skin of her pussy was.

First, Asuka ran her tongue cautiously over the lips of Yui's labia, feeling how uneven the skin was and how easily it yielded to her touch. All the time, she was slowly allowing more and more taste buds come into contact with her pussy, letting the taste build up. And it was a strange taste, slightly salty, but also with a kind of deeper muskiness, which she had to admit was not very unpleasant.

By the time Asuka had completely traced the outline of the lower lips with the tip of her tongue, she was already getting used to the taste. She became bolder and pushed with her tongue until she could feel the lips move apart and then slid her tongue into her guardian's moist groove. When her pink muscle wiggled into Yui's, vagina she was struck by how wet she was and by the taste which now had a real kind of tang to it, almost like a sparkling flavor.

As she moved her tongue around, exploring the inside of Yui's cunt hole, Asuka felt a slight shudder run through the woman's thighs against the side of her face. It was a weird sensation, as if she had control and she had to admit that she enjoyed it.

Asuka then slid her tongue along the skin on the sides of her cunt lips, exploring the thin strip of smooth skin and the way in which the smoothness rapidly gave way to the forest of fine, curly hair that encircled her pussy. Asuka felt a sudden desire to once again taste the inside of the older woman's sheath and so she pushed against Yui's labial lips and slid her tongue down into her tunnel again.

As her tongue delved deep into Shinji's mother's vagina Asuka felt her thighs tremble against her cheeks. She was simply amazed at how tangy the taste now was as she felt her way around inside Yui's melting vagina with her tongue. The redhead was also intrigued by the texture of the skin inside her cunt. She was not sure if having most of her tongue stuck up Yui's vagina had increased the number of taste buds exposed to her pussy juices, but something was making this an altogether much more amazing experience.

Her juices and that tangy taste seemed to be all over Asuka's tongue, filling her mouth, and running down her throat. This combined with the heady scent to produce quite an intoxicating liquor. Asuka thought that it ought to be something disgusting, but maybe because it was Yui or maybe because she was herself seduced to this and not forced, this sexual experience felt so different. Not only because it was a woman rather than a man.

Next, Asuka turned her attention to Yui's love bud. She slowly withdrew her tongue from her guardian's quivering hole and slid it up until she felt the skin rising up where the button of her clit rose up from her pudendum. Asuka felt another shudder run through Yui's thighs as she ran her tongue around the fleshy bud of the clit, exploring its size and shape.

Asuka ran her tongue down the front of her clit, impressed by how stiffly it stood out from her flesh hood, almost like a small cock. As she wrapped her tongue around it, Asuka could feel it throbbing with excitement.

Around the base of her clit the skin disappeared into a forest of curly hairs and the redhead slid along the edge of that forest before going back to pay more attention to her clit. She teased the skin at the top of Yui's clit, feeling how it folded over into the hood which covered the really sensitive bit within, then the girl took the little fleshy bud between her lips and sucked on it for a while.

Asuka`s jaw muscles were starting to ache, so sucking on Yui's clit brought some relief from having to keep her mouth wide open all the time. Doing this to Yui also had a most gratifying effect -she groaned loudly and pushed her pussy more and more into Asuka's face. Running her tongue in circles around Shinji's mother's clit had a similar effect, so she also kept flicking from side to side with her tongue.

Then Asuka moved her tongue away and pushed it between Yui's labial lips, running it up her wet slit with a great slurp, which brought an immediate deep intake of breath from the older woman.

Her engorged petals shone with a deep coating of slippery juice and were framed by the her long, shapely legs, spread . Asuka could see a stream of cunt cream dripping down between her butt cheeks, settling in the perfect brown ring of her anus. Above, Yui`s chest was heaving with her growing arousal, accenting the beauty of her full breasts as they rose and fell.

Asuka spread Yui`s cuntlips with her thumbs and licked all over the slick flesh inside. The teen continued to kiss the inside of her pussy, then removed her thumbs again and simply licked up and down within her slit, enjoying the silky warmth of it against the sides of tongue. Yui was very wet now, already creaming Asuka`s face as she licked her.

Feeling adventurous, Asuka lifted Yui`s right leg up and ran her tongue slowly up the back of her thigh, adding gentle kisses as she went.

As Asuka turned her mouth back to her guardian's love box and lapped away at Yui's pussy like a cat with a bowl of cream, seeing Yui's buttocks lifting more and more with her rhythm, a rather perverse thought crossed her mind. “How would her asshole feel?”

This was something new indeed, something perverse and alien to her sex life. It was dirty and perverted, but it also made Asuka feel weirder tingles in her tummy; just imagining herself doing something as degrading as this was making her feel hot. Was this the true face of Asuka Langley?

She tried to push the thought from her mind and jabbed her tongue deep into Yui's vagina, trying to once again, loose herself in the heady taste of her guardian's vagina. But as her tongue explored the folds and ridges of Shinji's mother's vaginal walls the dirty thought came back at her.

This time, the thought would not be simply pushed away. After a minute or so, Asuka decided to give in to this obscure impulse.

Slightly shocked by her own boldness, still holding her mouth over Yui's wet entrance, Asuka placed her hand below her guardian's warm thighs and lifted her legs up, slowly making her ass roll up as well, revealing her puckered asshole.

“That's right, show me your true self, ”cooed Yui. Though she herself was surprised by the teenager's actions, she was also fast to play along. She held her own legs above the knees, lifting them up as far as she could to give the redhead the space she needed.

Asuka finally withdrew her tongue from Yui's sweltering cunt hole and moved it down to her buttocks. Then cautiously slid her tongue along the inside of her buttocks until she felt the wrinkled skin of Yui's anus. She was surprised at how it tasted, to it was not amazingly different from her pussy. It was slightly bitter but there was a lack of any very strong taste. The worst thing was that Asuka was not sure if she wanted it to be clean or actually dirty.

The teenager continued to move her tongue around the circle of Yui's anus exploring the tightly knotted sphincter and the wrinkled circle of skin around it. The movements of her tongue over Yui's asshole brought some groans from the normally cool woman, and this only encouraged Asuka to push her tongue harder against it, enjoying the reactions she was causing by her dirty act.

Yet she wanted to reach even deeper. To dirty herself completely. Feeling the same urge burning inside of her, Yui lifted off the chair and turned her back to Asuka, placing each of her legs at the sides of the chair as she pushed her ass under the table using both her arms to support herself. It was quite a sight - Shinji`s mother, holding onto chairs, with her legs at each side, her mini-skirt rolled up revealing her heart-shaped bum, was pushing it under the table. She looked a bit comical, like a frog preparing to jump.

But Asuka was not about to laugh. Her pussy was hot and she felt that doing this made her pleasantly warm deep inside. Maybe she was sick. Maybe that was why Shinji didn`t want to have anything to do with her, maybe that was why she'd ended up in a situation like this.

Yui`s strong, shapely thighs led up to the cheeks of her ass, silky smooth and creamy white. Though she was more than twice Asuka`s age, her body was still in perfect condition. She shifted slightly, and as her legs moved farther apart the lips opened up, and above them the dark pink circle of her anus peeked out of the crevice of her bottom.

Feeling her own pussy water, Asuka pressed her face against the round warm globes of Yui`s buttom, almost nuzzling her cheeks against the lower cheeks of her guardian. Then she proceeded to give long, wet licks before pushing her face back to Yui's crack, licking and swirling her tongue around her rim. This time she managed to push her tongue deeper, and it was heavenly.

She continued circling her tongue lightly over Yui's asshole, feeling her brown ring in the cleft between her butt cheeks subtly constrict at the contact. Asuka kept licking, slow and easy, over and over, around the puckered edges of her rim, then right at the center, over the little ring of muscle. The older woman's hot flesh felt warm and so soft against her cheeks as her tongue continued to explore, drilling into the clenching grip of Yui`s tight hole. She kneaded Yui`s cheeks continually as her sizzling breath called upon her guardian`s backdoor.

Asuka`s eager tongue drifted wetly over Yui`s rosebud, making her back arch slightly. The dirty feeling of the hot little ring contracting against her pink lips was almost intoxicating. Horny and stimulated, Asuka kissed Yui`s asshole again and again, each time a little longer, a little more passionately. She knew she was making herself dirty, she knew she was degrading herself, and she loved it.

Tomorrow she may be disgusted with what she was doing right now--hell, maybe ten minutes after this she would feel like gagging, but at this moment she couldn`t feel more eager about it.

Her thumbs moved up to the pinkish tan hole and spread it open, exposing the deeper pink tissue at its center. Asuka licked lightly there, tickling the most sensitive parts just inside. Soon her tongue was pressing forward, entering the soft clinging heat of her bottom. Yui`s back arched more and more now as she probed deeper inside her, moving slowly but insistently until the full length of her tongue was buried in her ass.

She felt the taste getting stronger, but not repulsive. Instead it was arousing. Asuka could feel her hand slide between her own parted legs and slowly playing with her own, newly wet, slit.

Asuka started wiggling her wet muscle inside Yui. She pulled back out and licked once more around the rim of her butt hole, then, spreading her cheeks, Asuka place her open mouth over her anus and sucked, slowly and gently, her head moving back and forth as she did so.

She could hear a slightly rough voice coming from above

"Oh, you are just a dirty girl, aren't you? Are you enjoying that? Enjoying my ass? God, you are such a nasty little slut.“

Such dirty talk made Asuka feel so naughty, so good. The sight of Yui's asshole just inches from her face, so shiny and wet from her licking, just multiplied her passion. Inspired by her talk, Asuka ate her ass with renewed enthusiasm, jamming her face between her warm, silky cheeks, licking up and down in her crack, and pushing her pink tongue up inside her guardian, feeling the opening moving sinfully against her probing tongue.

Asuka's face violently thrashed between Yui`s cheeks, growling the most beastly grunts and her guardian had to fight hard for every breath as Asuka licked the inner cheeks of her crack three to four times, over and over again. She was savoring this... she couldn't get enough.

Yui was starting to loose herself in this as well, pressing her ass into the teenager`s face. In her own lust Yui`s ass rubbed itself up and down Asuka's face more vigorously. At first Asuka still tried to capture her hole again, but because of the vigorous sways she only managed to bump her nose and face into her ass, so soon she gave up, and stuck her tongue out, allowing Yui use her face as she wished.

Asuka could feel each of her guardian`s body trembling muscles, tasting the woman`s cum running into her invitingly open mouth.

But because of the uncomfortable position of her legs and the spine, Yui had to give up, turning back to face Asuka and once again plopping onto the chair. She lay there, her legs spread and her breathing shallow.

Though slightly disappointed, Asuka soon started to swirl her tongue trying to find her way back to the warm center of Yui`s butt crack, letting her how own slender fingers start exploring the pulsating lotus between her own shapely legs.

But the ache in Asuka's jaw was slowly becoming a problem so she turned her attentions back to Yui's clit and sucked on it for a while. Then she started whipping Yui's clit with her tongue. She then opened her lips and put out her tongue as her blushing face was pressed into the springy mass of the older woman`s pubes.

Yui picked up one of the photos lying on the table and looked into the image of a young girl loosing herself in her own pleasure, pushing her fingers into her crotch while sitting on a toilet seat, with her legs widely spread and crystal blue eyes looking into the camera. Yui could even see the tip of a pink tongue tracing the redhead's lips.

It made Yui hot, watching the wanton girl in the image and feeling the same girl's lips and tongue working between her legs at this very moment.

Meanwhile, Asuka simply put out her tongue as far as it would go and pushed it into Yui`s labia, sliding it down deep inside along the well-lubricated slippery walls as she tried to taste her. Yui arched her back in pleasure.

“Mmm, you are a natural at this, aren't you?”

Not really sure if it was a compliment or an insult, Asuka continued nibbling gently and sucking on Yui`s clit and then rolled her tongue around inside Yui's vagina. She kept on sucking and pulling the lips of her labia and then flicking her clit with her tongue, before digging deep into her vagina again. Yui was soon gasping and rocking back and forth with her head thrown back and Asuka could feel that her clit was swollen and throbbing as she wrapped her tongue around it.

It wasn`t hard to tell that her guardian was getting closer to her orgasm. And so was she, as her fingers dug deeper into her warm and slipper sheath.

All that could be heard in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft wet sounds of licking coming from beneath the place where Yui sat on a chair at the kitchen table. But soon this setting was broken also by the sound of flushing water.

Both Yui and Asuka, with her face buried between the older woman's legs, froze, as if just now remembering that they were not alone in the house. The spiral of sex she had been caught in had made Asuka forget why she was in the kitchen crying in the first place, but now the soft steps that she had come to know so well over the years brought her back to reality.

Shinji.

She could hear him retreating back to his room, back to where he could pity himself some more. But the voice coming just above Asuka's head halted his pace.

“Shinji?” Yui called casually, pushing Asuka away from between her legs and getting an odd look from the redhead. “Could you come here?”

There was no response. Asuka could almost feel Shinji turning back to the escape of his bedroom door. And she certainly wished him to do so. She had no desire to see him, not when her lips were eating out his mother. In fact, she didn't want to see him at all, in any situation. She wanted him and the pain he was causing her to be gone.

Asuka didn't know what to do; on the one hand she could crawl under the table and hide, but on the other she could get on her feet and either run away or stand there waiting for him to leave so she could continue servicing his mother. She was confused at Yui calling him back, and disappointed that she hadn't gotten to finish her guardian off.

And both those things were Shinji's fault, Asuka thought bitterly. Without much choice, Asuka decided to stand, wiping Yui's juices with the back of her hand off her face but the taste still very much lingering in her mouth, and hastily fixing up her scandalous nightgown and the front of her thong. Yui, too, pulled down her short skirt, pushing her discarded panties underneath the table with her foot.

Shinji finally slid open the partition to the dinning room, his gaze on the floor as usual. His eyes, always a sad shade of pale blue, were now even duller with apathy. Predictably, he wasn't looking at Asuka, and even the haughty redhead did not have the nerve to look him in the eyes after what she'd done to him, and what she'd been caught doing with his mother.

Yui didn't like the look in his eyes. “Shinji, what happened?”

“Nothing.” His voice felt lifeless, completely lacking anything that could be called willpower.

“I find it hard to believe that,” Yui said, crossing her legs.

Despite the fact that is was Shinji who had interrupted them, Asuka felt like she shouldn't be standing there, barely clothed, barefoot, trying to ignore the trace of the his mother's pussy juices in her mouth while they talked like this. She didn't belong in this scene, though a minute earlier she had been blissfully lost between Yui's legs.

“You don't have to,” Shinji responded. It surely sounded weird and different, and Asuka could guess why.

But Yui, already well aware of the tension between the teenagers, decided to leave that be. “It's your turn to make dinner, isn't it?” she said instead.

“It's always my turn.”

It was true that because of her work in school Yui was rarely at home, and Asuka would and could not cook if her life depended on it. Shinji was the one on whom all the household responsibilities lay, and more often than not he did even the more demeaning tasks gladly. But now his voice remained as lifeless as before. It seemed nothing could spark life into him. Asuka was only vaguely aware that she had done that, but it served him right for rejecting her.

Another tense silence settled between them.

“Well, since all three of us are here I think we should have some dinner.” Yui turned to the redhead. “Don't you think, Asuka?”

Asuka bit down on her lip, all she could do to keep the stream of emotions from pouring out. “I … I'm not hungry.”

Yui waved off her objection. “Nonsense. Just a second ago you were acting as if you were famished,” she said, and Asuka knew she didn't mean famished for food. “And your fainting spell earlier—you probably haven't been eating well, have you?”

“I …” Asuka started, but it was then that she noticed Yui's eyes were drifting to the side, towards the table. And the pictures that were still sitting on top of it.

Asuka panicked, reminding herself that it was Yui who had set her up to get raped, who had brought in these disgusting pictures of her which she had obviously gotten from Musashi somehow. All she had to do was show them to Shinji and she would never be able to live down the humiliation. He would see her for what she had become—what she really was without the mask.

But Asuka knew Yui wouldn't do that. She was the only one lately to show any kind of tenderness towards her. And as if to prove to her that she was right, Yui reached out and scooped up the pictures in her hands.

The young redhead was so enormously grateful that she would have dropped to her knees to worship at the woman's feet and pledge to be her slave forever had Shinji not been there to see her.

“Yeah, I guess I could have some dinner,” Asuka said. What else could she do? Yui practically had her wrapped around her little finger.

“Good,” Yui said, putting the pictures away inside her bag. She turned to Shinji. “Shinji, why don't you get started? Asuka can help you.”

Shinji seemed resentful, caught in this situation as much as Asuka although in a different way, but shuffled back into the kitchen anyway. Asuka and Yui followed behind him—the older woman in front and the redhead behind, trying to keep her distance from Shinji. At least her anger at him had settled into uncomfortable silences instead of screaming.

But Shinji didn't move towards the stove. Instead, he opened the fridge, taking a plate of cold pancakes wrapped in plastic that had been left over from before, and threw it on the table.

“Eat it up if you want. I lost my appetite.” And with that, without waiting for her response, Shinji turned around and headed towards his room.

Both Yui and Asuka stood there watching his back in shock, before the thump of his closing door, broke them out of their daze.

“Now do you understand?” Yui hissed at Asuka. “This is what you do to people when you don't even know who you are, or what you want. Everyone can make mistakes, but when you refuse to fix those mistakes they truly become your fault. You can't make him happy like you are.”

Though Asuka didn't think it was fair to blame everything on her, she found no words to disagree. It wasn't about fairness, and however she felt about being blamed didn't change the fact that it was, actually, her fault. She just stood there dressed in the revealing pink lingerie, her crotch barely covered with black thong, and her eyes slowly getting teary again.

They stood there for a few moments in an uncomfortable silence - cold and distant once again, maybe even hostile, as if the intimacy they had shared just now was nothing but a distant memory.

“Do what Musashi says and learn to accept yourself, and maybe then you'll have a chance to be with Shinji,” Yui said. “I guarantee you won't be living here much longer otherwise. And I'd appreciate it if you returned the outfit you took. Wash it first. You should know how to do that by now.” She turned over her heels and stormed after Shinji.

Asuka sat down at the kitchen table with a flop, feeling more trapped by her emotions and her sex then ever before. The wooden seat was cold and hard against her bare buttocks. Just like before, she covered her face with her hands but now the crack inside her felt deeper and wider and blacker.

Her tears began to run again, passing the traces of Yui's dried-up love juices on her beautiful face and trickling slowly, one after another, into the plate of frozen pancakes.