No matter what she tried to say nor how she attempted to assert herself, it seemed like everyone just talked over Sui. Half of the time she was barely able to get a single word out of her mouth before some else—usually AZKi with how excited she’s been—bowled over her sentence with their own.

It was driving her nuts. What was even the point of coming on this trip to ‘bond’ with everyone, if every time she tried socializing, she just got overshadowed anyways? Sure, everyone was excited and much friendlier with each other than she was—well, she would probably consider them ‘work friends’ or acquaintances if asked—but that didn’t mean she wanted to be left out entirely. It was bad enough that she got picked on during dinner. She heard the mumbled ‘Suiciopath’ even if she wasn’t fully sure who said it. It was enough to make her blood boil.

Giving up and deciding that gaming would be more fun anyways, Sui pushed back from the table and took her leave from the room. She meandered down the hallway until she made it to the common room that wasn’t far away—truthfully, it was next door, but she passed the room amid her aggravated huffing and had to circle back—and plopped down on one of the couches. She propped her feet up on one of the arms of the couch and laid across the bottom of the cushions, taking up nearly the entire thing without care.

Sui pulled out her Switch and turned-on Tetris 99. It had been her recent fixation, though an all-time favorite in her books. If her mood wasn’t already sour, that little shit Yagoo was pulling his same old stunts again. “Damnit, Yagoo!” She hissed to herself.

Just as she entered another tournament, Sora entered the common room. Sora sat down next to her and leaned over, as if trying to peer at the screen.

Sui leaned the other way, shielding her game from Sora and also not wanting her that close anyways.

“Are you doing okay, Sui? You left dinner pretty early and I just want to make sure everyone is having a good trip. I want us all to get along and bond with each other on this trip and we can’t do that if you just hid away the entire time, again.” Sora relinquished.

Sui scoffed. “What do you even care, huh? I came on the trip when I wasn’t going to, isn’t that enough?”

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be sitting here. And, no, it’s not enough. Part of our work is creating bonds with each other and being social—this is a great opportunity for you.” Sora said, not bothering to hide her cynicism in response to Sora’s clear attitude.

Looking away from her games screen for a moment to glare at Sora, Sui heard the unmistakable sound of a losing game. She had been kicked from yet another tournament. Anger swelled within her. Between this stupid trip, no one listening, this being social crap, damn Yagoo, and now Sora preaching to her from her high horse, Sui was already ready to leave and go back home to where it was safe.

“Just leave me alone!” Sui demanded.

Sora merely shook her head at this. “You always are, how could I not?” She quipped.

That sent a pang through Sui’s chest that made her feel like she was falling from a twenty-story building for a moment. It hurt, definitely, but something deeper than that felt like it was clawing at her from the inside in a well of anxiety and confusion. It made her feel sick. It pissed her off. Why did it piss her off when it hurt?

“Then do it!” She hurled back.

Sora reached forward, trying to snatch the Switch from her hands. “No, I’m trying to talk to you. At least look at me.”

Sui pulled her arms back, bringing her Switch just out of reach from Sora. It felt like blood rushed to her head and her body ran hot. Anger coursed through every inch of her veins now.

Without thinking, she dropped her Switch and tried to lurch forward from her laying position on the couch in order to push Sora. She grasped at Sora’s torso and arms, nudging and pushing her, trying to make her fall off the couch.

It took a few seconds for her to flip herself over on the couch to where she was actually able to have some semblance of leverage. Even then, Sora gripped her by the arms and halted her efforts midway through another push.

Sora laughed in her face while tightening her restraint on Sui’s wrists. “That’s cute.” She teased.

Gritting her teeth, Sui tried to pry her wrists free from Sora’s grasp but was unable to make them budge even an inch. Feeling like a burning inferno was welling up insider of her at this point, a vicious idea struck. Without much thought as to whether she should actually do it or not, she gathered all of the spit into her mouth to the tip of her tongue and hurled a horrid luge of spit right at Sora’s face.

Sora’s grip didn’t loosen at all on Sui’s wrist. In fact, it increased. Sora stared at Sui unblinking, without so much as flinching or recoiling from the impact of her glob of spit smacking her right in the middle of the face. Maintaining eye contact, Sora swiped her tongue over her lips, gathering the bits of Sui’s spit that had amassed there and drinking them in. Swallowing in a loud, exaggerated manner, Sora shoved Sui’s arms to pin them to the back of the couch.

Sui shuddered at the way Sora’s eyes seem to be looking both at her, yet past her at the same time. She tried pulling her arms free once more, only to find them locked in place as if they were bound with metal.

“It’s time you learn your place. I’m done with your disrespect.” Sora said. She held both of Sui’s wrist down with one hand now, yet Sui still couldn’t pull herself away. Sora raised her free hand and knotted it in the front of Sui’s clothing roughly.

Closing her eyes, Sui looks away for a moment, trying desperately to pull away as she feels her clothing being pulled and tugged at and torn from her body against her will. Piece by piece she can feel them being tossed to the wayside and her skin becoming exposed to the chilled air of the common room.

Feeling another harsh tug on her wrists, Sui opens her eyes. Unable to even struggle back, Sora forces her to spin around on the couch, then shoves her body down into the backrest of the couch. Sora crosses Sui’s arms behind her back, making it impossible for her to move or wiggle much without feeling a twinge of pain creep through her arms and shoulder blades.

Seething, Sui lets out a frustrated yell that comes across as more of a snarl than anything. She tries to wriggle free, with only her hips and ass being able to move much in this position.

Sui feels as Sora’s hands run up and down her body, with no semblance of care to be gentle. She feels Sora switch from using the palm of her hand to using her fingertips to trail over her frame. Her nails gaze against her skin, leaving what Sui is sure are going to be slightly red marks. Sora’s hands run back up her body and over her torso. Sora gropes one of Sui’s small breasts, hiss in retaliation.

Sui goes rigid in Sora’s grasp. She feels Sora move away from her body and sighs, hoping that everything is going to be over now, only to feel a harsh sting envelop her right ass cheek. She feels a gentle touch over the fervent stinging, then another smack across her ass, right over the already tender skin.

Sui yelps in response, yet she’s not struggling to get away this time.

With her ass sticking out from the couch and Sora standing behind her, she’s fully open for whatever Sora has planned. She feels the warm press of what she can only assume is Sora’s cock, slapping down on her back and ass over and over. Almost as if Sora was dropping her member onto her body tauntingly. Once or twice Sui feels Sora poke her with her cockhead instead, then swipe the tip over her ass and back, sliding precum over her like she was using a paintbrush.

Sora pushes her cock up to rest between Sui’s stomach and the couch. Thrusting against her, Sui feels Sora spreading her precum onto her stomach with her thrusts and smearing it into her skin. Sui can feel her pressing against her own cock on occasion, making her want to moan out from the stimulation. She bit back the desire.

After a few minutes of Sora grinding between Sui and the couch while caressing Sui’s body, she pulled out and spit on Sui’s ass then slapped it once more. The sound of the fluid being hit created a sickening wet smack.

“How does it feel to be spat on, huh? Does it feel good?” Sora asked, prodding.

A warm, sticky pressure sat at the top of Sui’s ass, resting there. At a pace slower than a snail, the warmth pressed down further and further into her ass crack, taunting her. When it reached her asshole, the pressure stopped, and it—what had to be Sora’s cock—began to press forward, applying more and more pressure by the second.

Sui had the instinct to tense up and clench, initially feeling that Sora was going to be bigger than what she was used to. Could she fit her? Would it hurt? At this point, she figured she didn’t really have a choice one way or another since she couldn’t break herself free from her grasp anyways. Taking a deep breath, Sui tried her best to relax and not tense up—that would only make things worse, after all.

The pressure increased now, and Sui could feel Sora sliding her cock into her.

Going slowly, it took a moment for Sora’s cockhead to finally press past Sui’s outer ring. Once she did, Sui sighed a small breath of relief now that the worrisome part was mostly over with. With Sora pressing into her and beginning to fully sheath herself inside Sui, Sui was fighting the urge to push her hips back against Sora and take her entire member in one solid thrust.

She could feel every press, twitch, and detail of Sora as she was laying into her. Sora was definitely bigger than she was used to, but at this rate Sui was bubbling with excitement at the feeling of being filled so completely.

Before she could feel the sensation of Sora bottoming out inside of her, Sora pulled out, making Sui clench around nothing. A barely audible whine escaped her throat at this, and she hoped Sora hadn’t heard. But as Sora began to slowly enter once more, just to pull out again, then again, she figured her luck as just pure shit.

Pulling out again, Sui hears Sora spit on her cock this time. Unable to turn her head in time to see what she was doing; Sora plunged her cock into Sui and pressed her hips forward until they met with Sui’s hips with a gentle slap.

Sora begins fucking into her, going so slow that Sui almost can’t take it. Sui can feel her stomach bulging out the tiniest bit from where Sora’s cock was dragging along her insides. Between the pressure of her inner wall and the added pressure of being fucked into the couch, the sensation has Sui’s toes curling in anticipation of what’s next.

Picking up the pace, Sora starts to pull out more fully. She lets her crown graze the ring of Sui’s asshole before snapping her hips forward in one sharp movement, embedding herself fulling into Sui in one fell motion.

Sui’s skin is lined with goosebumps that feel like cool water has been pooling over them. All of her hairs were standing on edge and her fingers and toes were curling from the sheer pleasure of being used so thoroughly. Her stomach was beginning to feel like a warm knot was coiling and tensing, but it wasn’t enough to come undone yet. Everything felt like bliss. She wanted more.

“Is that all you’ve got? I expected better from the Goddess herself.” Sui sneered.

She was sure Sora had heard her remark, she made sure she was loud. But Sora seemed to pay no attention to her petty insult; she just kept fucking into her at the same pace she had been.

Then, after a quiet moment, she spoke. “Shut up, you shut-in coomer.”

Sui felt a harsh grip on her jaw that turned her head to the side against her will. It hurt and pinched at her skin. When her head swiveled to see Sora, she was greeted with a mouthful of spit hurled at her face in a thick spray. She blinked against it, only for Sora to push her face away once she was done spitting in it.

Sora was relentless in her assault. Sui felt every thrust reaching the farthest depth it possibly could and hitting her prostate. Her back was becoming sore from being forced to arch and posture her ass for Sora, and from Sora ramming into her so hard that the back of the couch was shaking. Sui felt her arms being pulled further, and tried to fight the urge to whine. Her joints were straining and exhausted—it felt like she had been holding weights for hours on end. Yet she found her face being pushed into the back of the couch harder, unable to protest. Sora began to thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping so loud, it was unable to be deafened by the cushions Sui’s head was shoved into.

“You like that, huh?”

She feels a warm hand on her balls. In an instant the pleasant sensation is gone, taken over by the feeling of Sora squeezing and kneading her balls in her hands as if they were a stress toy.

“You do, don’t you? Look how hard you tiny, pathetic dick is.” Sora snickered into her ear.

Sora readjusted Sui’s arms, making the position more painful for Sui. Leveraging this new position, her cockhead now pressed against Sui’s prostate with every thrust, making her writhe within Sora’s grasp. This newfound position made Sora’s crude remarks disperse from her mind like an apparition at midday.

For every twinge of pain Sui felt, there was an equal amount of pleasure coursing through her. The sensation was so deep she swore she could feel an itching in her teeth just anticipating the next blissful thrust. She wished she could grasp at something and dig her nails in; to be able to feel her legs entwined with someone else; to feel the warmth of another’s chest pressed flush against her own. The thought of that made this somehow even more sensual being denied the comfort, yet it left a wake in its path. This wasn’t that kind of passion.

“Look at how hard you are. You’re pathetic.” Sora sneered, her voice a raspy whisper in her ear snapping her back to the present.

No, this was not that kind of passion at all.

Even with the position of her arms and having her balls nearly crushed, Sui couldn’t help the building sensation creeping up on her. Hot flashes ran through her body and her legs were beginning to tremble. She could feel her clit throbbing while her cock twitched in delight, and she desperately craved some friction. Spots were beginning to litter her vision, but they fled out of sight a moment later when her balls began to clench and tense. Unable to hold out any longer, a steady stream of hot cum leapt from Sui’s cock and onto the felt of the couch, no doubt staining the fabric.

Overstimulated and tired, Sui was held in place and continuously fucked into. Her legs and body were quaking at this point, with her arms trembling from being restrained behind her for so long in such a manner. Her muscles were burning from being strained, and her wrists were bound to be bruised come tomorrow. She was still riding the waves of her orgasm but her exhaustion was definitely catching up with her.

After several more thrusts, Sora finally halted deep inside Sui. Sui could feel Sora’s cock twitching and pulsating inside her and the warm seed that was beginning to fill her and leak down her ass. She turned to watch as Sora pulled out her length and then started to lazily jerk herself off to milk herself of any remaining cum. Sui winced when Sora gathered her cum onto her hand and leaned forward to slather it into her hair, down her back, and smacked it onto her ass over her already glistening red marks.

Done swiping and wiping her cum over Sui’s backside, Sui felt nails dig into the tender skin on her head before burrowing into her hair in a rough fistful. Her head was pulled back with a hardy jerk, making it feel like it would snap from the force, to look Sora in the eyes.

Sora plastered on a smile, “I hope we’ve come to an understanding, and you’ve learned your lesson. Once you’re done sulking, make sure you socialize with everyone—I’ll be waiting.” She let go of her hair and wrists and pushed her head forward, tossing her onto the backrest of the couch.

Free from Sora’s confines, Sui let herself fall onto the couch, not even trying to cushion her fall in any way. She laid over the backrest for a moment, waiting for Sora to leave the room while thinking back on their exchange. Once she heard the door close, she crawled onto the couch normally and curled up. Just as she did, she hears some noise coming from the dining room. Steps, hushed voices, and the clattering of objects being moved aside—or thrown, she wasn’t sure.

Either way, it wasn’t her problem. Not anymore it wasn’t. Closing her eyes, she decided to rest and enjoy the feeling of her body having been worked out so well. It felt like her eyes were only closed for a moment before she heard footsteps approaching. She didn’t even hear the door open.