3 - Chapter 1: Blonde Tanned Delinquent Girl
In my past life, I was a human in a world where the physical strength gap between men and women was insurmountable.
It's hard to imagine in this new world, but back then, that physical gap meant only men were drafted into the military.
Funny thing is, women still became military officers, police officers, and firefighters just fine.
But ever since I was reborn into this world—where dimensional gates opened and humanity awakened to mana—that past has become completely irrelevant.
In the world I live in now, physical ability isn't determined by gender, but by the mana rank you're born with.
And my rank in this life? D-rank. The absolute bare minimum to apply as a professional hunter.
That day was no different; I boarded the subway to head to school.
I stood there zoning out, staring at the wall. After a few stops, the train became packed.
Naturally, the space between passengers shrank to nothing.
'Huh?'
Someone was touching my ass.
A hand that felt like a woman's.
At first, she just lightly stroked my ass, but when I didn't react, she grew bolder.
The hand, which had barely brushed my left butt cheek, spread wide and grabbed it firmly. Then, her fingers began to writhe like sea anemones, kneading me without restraint.
Soon, her hand slid toward the center. Pressing her middle and ring fingers together, she dug right into my crotch.
The tips of her fingers pressed against my perineum.
'Mnh.'
I flinched reflexively. Emboldened by my reaction, she began to rub and press firmly against my perineum.
'Ah... fuck...'
To hide my cock, which was getting hard against my will, I slouched slightly and shoved my hand into my pocket, trying to force my raging erection down.
The problem was that by pushing my hips back, I had inadvertently made myself even more accessible.
Whatever she thought I was doing, the woman took it as an invitation and pressed her entire body against my back.
"Haaah..."
A soft, bouncy breast pressed into my back, and a hot, wet breath, thick with arousal, tickled my ear.
Judging by the height of her chest and where her breath hit, she had to be taller than me.
The fingers that had been relentlessly teasing my perineum slowly crawled back up.
Her fingers slid naturally up the crack of my ass. After tracing the line of my cleft through my pants, she suddenly slipped her hand into my other pocket and firmly grabbed my erect cock.
"Heh..."
Did she want to confirm her handiwork? She let out a sticky laugh and whispered in my ear.
"At the next stop... haah... get off..."
Looks like I was going to be late for school today.
One look at her told me she had a much higher mana rank than mine. I had no choice but to obey.
When I obediently got off at the next stop, she stuck to me like glue, throwing a surprisingly muscular arm over my shoulder so I couldn't run.
Since she'd been behind me the whole time, this was my first real look at my molester.
She had straight, platinum-blonde hair that almost looked silver, falling down to her chest. Her bangs were parted asymmetrically, with one side tucked behind an ear that was absolutely covered in piercings.
Her skin was a rich, sun-kissed bronze—whether natural or tanned, I couldn't tell—and her body was tight with lean muscle.
She wasn't bulky like a bodybuilder, but she had the firm, athletic curves of a fitness model.
Her tiny waist contrasted sharply with her heavy breasts and wide hips, giving her an incredibly feminine hourglass figure despite her athletic build.
Her sharp, steel-gray eyes stared straight ahead as we walked, but the heavy arm anchoring my shoulder made it clear escape was impossible.
She dragged me toward the station restroom, but seeing it packed with the rush-hour crowd, she clicked her tongue.
"Tch."
For a second, I hoped she might just give up and let me go, but that was wishful thinking.
She spun on her heel and dragged me right out of the station. We walked for a few minutes.
Eventually, she shoved me into a secluded, empty public restroom.
The women's side, of course.
She forced me down onto the closed toilet lid, locked the stall door, and looked me up and down with raw, appraising lust.
"Fuck... you dirty little slut..."
"..."
"Just because someone touched your ass a little, you got your dick rock-hard in front of everyone... how shameless..."
No longer hiding her arousal, she panted heavily, a twisted grin spreading across her face.
"Strip."
When I didn't move fast enough, a flicker of irritation crossed her face.
"I said strip, you piece of shit. I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
With that, her smooth, bronze hand reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt one by one.
Since I had an undershirt on, my bare chest wasn't exposed right away.
But she immediately shoved the fabric up to my collarbone anyway.
"Whoa, holy shit... this is hot... are you a hunter trainee?"
I hadn't said a single word to her, so why did she keep talking?
Maybe she was just so worked up she was practically talking to herself.
Muttering under her breath, she poked my chest, her finger tracing a slow, deliberate path down to my nipple.
At the same time, her other hand unbuckled my belt and expertly pulled my cock free.
"Ah, fuck. You're pretty big, aren't you?"
She wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking it to keep it rock-hard.
"Ah... hah..."
She rolled her finger over my nipple, licking her lips in anticipation.
Leaning down, she brought her face to my other nipple and blew on it, tickling my skin with her hot breath.
"Mmm... smack... slurp... lick..."
She latched onto my nipple, sucking hungrily while her other hand pinched the opposite bud between her thumb and forefinger.
"Mnh... ah..."
With her firm, heavy body pressing against me, I was being stimulated in three places at once. It was getting impossible to hold back my moans.
Pre-cum beaded at the tip of my head. Noticing this, she gave my nipple a playful bite before pulling back.
"Phew...! Haaah... If you cum before I even get it in, this big sister will fucking kill you, got it?"
Unable to wait any longer, she hurriedly stripped off her denim hot pants.
Underneath, she was wearing a tiny, daring G-string—just a scrap of fabric in the front held together by thin straps.
She slid the thong off, revealing her soaking-wet pussy. Her slick juices stretched in sticky, glistening threads.
Stepping up onto the toilet lid, she squatted directly over me. Her glistening, dripping slit hovered closer and closer until the tip of my cock brushed against her opening.
"Ah... ah...! Holy... fuck..."
Instead of taking me in all at once, she teased herself, rubbing my head against her outer lips. A wet, squelching sound echoed in the stall as her juices mixed with my pre-cum.
"Mnh...! Ah...!"
As if her core was itching for it, she ground her opening wildly against my head, like she was trying to scratch a deep, burning itch.
Once she was wet enough, she sank down, swallowing my cock to the root in one smooth, tight motion.
"Fuck... you bastard... you're so... fucking..."
With my dick buried deep inside her, she pinned both my wrists to restrain me.
I tried to struggle, but her grip only tightened, pinning me down with overwhelming strength.
"Mnh... ugh..."
Her tight, athletic walls clamped down on me with incredible force, writhing like they had a mind of their own. Unable to withstand the intense pleasure, a moan slipped past my lips.
Satisfied with my reaction, she began to violently ride me, her hips slamming down with a wet, heavy thud. Every time she bottomed out, our pelvises crashed together, her cervix grinding hard against my head.
"Ah...! Ah...! Ah...! Ah...! Aah...! Ah... ahaha...!"
"Ugh...!"
Her face was flushed and ecstatic, looking completely high on pleasure. Panting heavily, she suddenly leaned forward and crashed her lips onto mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
"Haah... ha... slurp... smack... smooch*..."
She muffled my mouth as our tongues tangled, making it hard to breathe. Inside her, her muscular walls kept clamping and pulsing, demanding my cum. She wasn't just mindlessly pounding; she was rolling her hips, grinding and twisting to wring every drop out of me.
My cock couldn't withstand the relentless, borderline violent stimulation.
As my shaft twitched and swelled inside her, a wicked grin spread across her face. She knew I was right on the edge.
With a teasing smirk, she lifted her hips as high as she could, pulling back until only the very tip of my head was caught in her opening.
And then—
She clamped her walls shut and slammed back down, swallowing my entire shaft to the root in one brutal, milking stroke.
Helpless against that ruthless milking, I shot my load deep inside her.
Feeling her womb fill with my warm semen, she gave my tongue a gentle, possessive bite.