Talk:Ogre/@comment-24535599-20150401220531/@comment-26219553-20150411064558

Seeing no other realistic way to stop the bullying (it's a mamono-run school, after all, so all the teasing/attempted rape will probably be seen by teachers as wacky schoolgirl hi-jinks), I accept her offer, though not without obvious hesitation.

Seeing my nervous expression, her lewd smile softens for a second and she gives me a surprisingly chaste kiss on the cheek. "Hey, don't worry about it too much if it's your first time. I can ease you into things before we get to the good stuff." Blushing, I admit that she's right about me not getting my v-card punched yet.

Hearing this, her smile deepens, although the lecherous edge to it is back. "Niiice- that'll just make it easier to train you into a good little husband for me." Reaching down to fondle my crotch, her grin suddenly threatens to bisect her head, causing my blush to reach a deeper shade of red. Said hand suddenly moves around to help pick me up and carry me bridal-style back to her dorm room for- as it turns out- a surprisingly enjoyable, if exhausting and eventually painful, night.

As we lay there, enjoying the afterglow, she leans over to kiss me on the cheek and whispers "Well, looks like you're not a little man everywhere... husband. Bribing those girls to drive you into my arms was the best £50 I ever spent." Seeing the shock on my face, she cackled- yes, CACKLED- and started french kissing me to silence my inevitable outburst before rolling on top of me to start round 2.

God DAMN it.