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Commission: Becoming a Woman (Persona 5)
🕑 Added 2019-12-19 19:31:31 +0000 UTCSummary: Iwai steals Futaba from Akira, giving the young woman a sense of confidence that comes from a corruption of the heart. Includes: Corruption, Dark, and NTR.
000
Iwai lifted up his brow as he looked at the girl in front of his desk. He watched her as she watched him, her foot tapping and gently kicking at the ground as her eyes darted back and forth. She’d look away, and then look back at him, then away again.
Her face was as red as a tomato, and she was shaking as her lips parted. Nothing came out as Iwai’s brow wrinkled. He glared at the girl, and she shivered, subtly trembling where she stood.
The older man knew he recognized this girl somewhere. He never forgot a pretty face, and this woman was clearly pretty. What she lacked in confidence, she more than made up for with her cute face, bright eyes, and shapely hips. Even her small breasts, hidden under her clothes, caught Iwai’s eye as he glanced down at her chest.
Now that he was looking at her closer, he was starting to realize just who this girl was, and it made him chuckle as he stared at her.
“You’re the kid’s girl, right?”
“H-huh?”
“Akira. Your Akira’s girlfriend. Futaba, right?”
“Y-yeah,” she nodded. “Futaba Sakura. How’d you know?” she blinked.
“The kid’s shown me pictures of you two together. I recognized you from them,” he explained. “You’re Futaba Sakura, his girlfriend.”
“Y-yeah,” she replied, nodding her head.
“So why are the hell are you here?” he asked. His voice was more aggressive than he would have wanted it to be, but he couldn’t help it.
He used to look at Akira like a second son. Then he started realizing what a little bastard he was. That the entire time he and Akira were talking, all Akira wanted was discounts and sales on Iwai’s wares.
When Iwai needed Akira to help him? The so-called Phantom Thief was a no show.
Of course Iwai knew Akira was a Phantom Thief. Iwai just needed to take one look at the kid and his social circle to figure out there was something off about him. Plus, whenever Iwai brought up the popular figures, Akira always stiffened up, always acted off.
Come to think of it… Was this cutie a Phantom Thief too? Iwai raised his brow as Futaba finally mustered up the courage to speak.
“Um, I-I wanted to talk to you about Akira. D-do you know what kind of girls does he like?”
Iwai blinked. He certainly didn’t expect that question. Why the hell was she asking him about that? “What makes you think I’d know anything about that?”
“Oh, um… I-I’ve just…” This girl clearly seemed uncomfortable. From the moment she stepped in, she looked like a fish out of water. A little lost puppy in desperate need for a collar. She walked around his store, clearly eyeing him as she pretended to look at his wares.
He had kept his eye on her, making her blush and shiver as she worked up the courage to approach him, and now here she is, asking about Akira.
“I’ve asked all of his guy friends, but they don’t really seem to know him that well,” she explained. “I-I can’t ask Sojiro, obviously, so you’re the last guy Akira knew on my list. You worked alongside him, a-and hung out with him… There has to be something you know about the kind of girls he likes.”
“Why? Why do you want to know?” he asked, and she sighed. “Aren’t you already his girlfriend?”
“Y-yeah, but um… The thing is, I’m scared.” She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling on it as she stood before him. “I’m scared he thinks I’m boring, so I wanted to try and see if I could learn to be better for him.”
Iwai didn’t say anything. He understood the girl’s mindset, but he could also clearly see she was a nervous, anxious mess. Iwai wondered if she was always like that, or if Akira had a hand in nurturing this depressing aspect of her.
Hm.
“So you want to be the kind of girl that can keep his attention, right? The kind of woman he wants.”
“Yeah! When I asked my other guy friends, they told me that I’m fine the way I am, or that Akira already liked me, but please, you’ve got to help me!” She placed her hands on his front desk and leaned forward, and Iwai really took in her beauty.
She really was a pretty girl. Long, flowing hair that reminded him of a sunset, a pretty, flawless face with exotic, violet eyes, and fair skin. She was on the short side, but Iwai always had a thing for smaller girls. Guess Akira did too.
Her breasts weren’t that big, but that was fine with Iwai. He never really had other guys’ obsession with big tits. No, he was more of a hips and ass kind of guy, and looking down, Futaba had that in loads.
She was wearing short shorts during this hot summer day, and they accented her long, slender legs.Her hips were actually too wide and shapely for the article of clothing, meaning she had to leave the shorts unbuttoned. If he looked closely, and carefully, he could clearly see her white panties under her shorts.
He had to hide a grin as his mind calculated a cruel and vengeful idea. Hey, it was the way of the Yakuza. If someone slighted you, you slight them back. You get hurt? Hurt them back, and make sure the person knows to never try anything again.
Iwai smiled as he nodded his head. “Hmm, come to think of it, Akira did talk to me about more adult things than he did his other pals. He saw me as someone he could talk to about that kind of stuff.”
“R-really? That makes sense…” She put her knuckle to her lip and nodded her head. “I see, I see… You’re an older man, so he probably thought he could talk to you about s-stuff like that.”
“Yep. Now, I can see why the kid would want to date you. You’re pretty beautiful.” His words had the exact kind of effect Iwai was hoping for.
It was clear that Futaba didn’t have a very high opinion about herself. His compliment meant her cheeks turn a rosy red as she avoided his eyes, blushing up a storm as she stuttered.
“O-oh, um… T-thanks, b-but there’s still stuff I can still level up in, right? Stuff I can do to strength Akira and mine’s relationship?”
“Course.” He nodded his head, smirking as his mind raced. “I can help you, but I’m going to need absolute obedience. Do you understand me on that? No questions, no talking back. I need loyalty and trust.”
“R-right! Any friend of Akira’s is a friend of mine! I’ll do whatever it takes to be better!”
“Good. That’s the kind of energy you’re going to need.” He stood up from his seat and he smiled at Futaba as she smiled back at him. “When we’re done, I’m going to show you just how to be the perfect woman for your man.”
Futaba’s eyes gleamed as Iwai had to fight to control his eager grin. She nodded her head and thanked him as he stood up from his seat and walked towards Futaba, so they were face to face.
“Thank you so much, Iwai-san!”
“It’s my pleasure, but like I said, if you want my help, you have to listen to me. Can you do that?” She nodded her head, and he held up his arms, stretching out to his sides. “Hold your arms up, like this,” he ordered, and she obeyed without question, putting herself in a T shape.
“Good,” he nodded his head. He placed his hands on Futaba’s right hand, and the orange-haired woman blushed as he felt her small fingers in his hands. “You’ve got soft fingers… That’s good. Akira’ll probably like that.”
“T-thanks,” she muttered, blushing as this older man stroked her digits.
“And you’ve got a pretty face,” he added, placing a finger under her chin. She moved with him, lifting her head up to look at him as he silently commanded her to. She was blushing profusely as he grinned.
“R-really? Y-you think so?” she asked, shaking his eyes stared into hers.
“Yeah.” His eyes glanced down, and he hummed as his other hand landed on the side of her body. He moved his hand up and down, stroking Futaba’s waist as she blushed.
“H-hey! What are you-?!”
“I was going to bring you a new set of clothes for the next time you came by. I just need to know your measurements.”
“O-oh. Really?” she asked, trembling as his other hand began to stroke her arm.
“Yeah. I think I have an outfit that’ll look good on you. Akira wouldn’t be able to resist you if you wore it.” That clearly piqued her interest, and she nodded her head as she blushed.
“R-really? I’ll wear it then!”
“Slow down, kid. I need to know your measurements first. Do you know them off the top of your head?” As Iwai spoke, his hand moved over Futaba’s body. He moved down to her back as he stepped closer, yet Futaba didn’t seem to notice as she stared at the ground.
“Um… N-not really. Most of my clothes aren’t really my size,” she admitted, and Iwai glanced at her unbuttoned shorts.
“I can tell. Well, not to worry. We can work something out. Here, just hold still and I can get an estimate.”
“A-alright.” She obeyed as Iwai placed his hands on her body, moving his hands up and down her figure, gently tracing lines on her.
Futaba’s face was a rosy shade of red as his hands stroked up her waist, before sliding down. He moved his hands around and rested one of his palms on her stomach, pressing down on it as his other hand moved to her back.
Time to take a risk and see what happens…
Iwai moved his hand lower, before he gave the woman’s butt a squeeze. She stiffened, gasping as her eyes looked up at him. He showed no reaction, and despite opening her mouth, Futaba’s fell shut.
The older man gave Futaba’s butt another squeeze, while his other hand moved up her chest. He placed a hand on her chest, pressing the palm of his hand against Futaba’s small breast. She didn’t make a sound at first, before he pressed his hand harder against her body.
She moaned as he felt her bra against his hand, and he chuckled as he nodded his head. “Sorry, did that hurt?”
“N-no, I… I know you probably need to figure out my breast size, it’s just… uh…” Futaba blushed as her eyes fell to the ground. “There’s not exactly a lot there. I know I’m small.”
“It’s not the size of a woman’s breasts, it’s how the woman flaunts it. First lesson,” he chuckled. “Your tits don’t mean anything. It’s how you show them off.”
“Show them off?” she blinked, staring at Iwai with large, wide eyes. “I-I couldn’t, I-”
“Why not?”
“I-I’m not pretty enough,” she mumbled. “I-”
“You came here to learn how to catch a man’s eye? Well, this is how. Show some confidence in your body. Be proud of it. You’re a gorgeous young woman.”
Futaba blushed at the compliment, her eyes falling to the ground, before glancing back up at Iwai. She looked down at herself, and pouted. Was she beautiful? Really…? It had been years since she first met Akira, but it had felt like her body hadn’t changed much.
She was still the small, unimpressive girl with small breasts and fat hips…
“You’ll never be happy if you keep hating yourself,” Iwai commented. “Hasn’t Akira told you that?” he asked, and Futaba shook her head.
Akira was nurturing and always there for her, but he always had a way of going about things. A need to be important to her. He liked being her Key Item. He liked being… necessary, she thought. Which was good, because she needed him, at least, she thought she did, but…
Futaba’s thoughts were brushed aside as Iwai’s hands played with her small breasts. She gasped, stepping back as her face burned hotter than the sun. She looked at the older man as he laughed.
“You’ve got a beautiful body, Futaba. You should have more pride in it.”
“I-”
“Come back here tomorrow. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about how to be the perfect woman for Akira. When I’m through with you, you’re going to feel as good as you look.” The orange-haired woman didn’t move for a few moments. She heard what Iwai said, yet she couldn’t properly comprehend it. It sounded like… like he really thought she was beautiful.
Futaba had been complimented for her appearance before. Akira and the others often called her cute, but cute was for little girls, and Futaba was no little girl anymore. She was a woman, and as a woman, Futaba wanted nothing more than to beautiful… and sexy.
The glasses-wearing woman finally spoke, but it was nothing more than a quiet and meek, “O-okay,” before she stepped back. She walked away from Iwai without saying much else, her face still a rosy shade of red and warm to the touch.
When Iwai had his hands on her, feeling her body, she felt… Well, she didn’t feel bad. She felt a rush going through her body.
When Akira had his hands on her, when he touched her breasts, she could tell that the young man had never felt anything like them before. Even her small tits were foreign to his hands, and he clearly didn’t know anything about how to touch her, which had been fine at the time…
Futaba didn’t know anything about touching a man, but Iwai… The older man must have been with other woman before. She could just tell from the way his hands were on her body.
The short girl groaned, blushing profusely as she tried pushing her thoughts away. What was she thinking? She was trying to get lessons from the older man. Nothing else. He’d teach her how to see herself as beautiful…
Futaba didn’t even realize it at first, but her heart was fluttering as she thought about what tomorrow would bring.
000
Futaba arrived just as she promised, and she walked into the store despite the ‘closed’ sign that Iwai had put up. The older man’s office was open, and she walked in, finding him waiting for her with a bag in hand and a confident smile on his face. He sat back in a chair, smiling at her as he handed her the bag.
“Change into this.” He spoke the order so casually. There was no room for objecting. She obeyed, taking the bag, before looking around.
“Should I go into another room to change?”
“Why?” he replied, raising his brow. Futaba blushed, unable to muster up the strength to argue. Iwai was so… adult. His words carried such strength in them.
Without even thinking about it, Futaba obeyed, taking off her large jacket and letting it fall to the ground. Her face was red, but obeying Iwai was the right thing to do. For Akira, of course.
She took off her shirt as his eyes locked on hers, watching her every move. He didn’t even seem to blink as she took off her shirt, revealing her plain, black bra. She pulled down her shorts, finding it easy and almost natural as Iwai stared at her.
Something in Futaba told her not to let him see her in her underwear, but when she moved her hands to cover herself, his eyes stabbed into her heart. She lifted up her hand, blushing as he let her look at her.
She wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a woman… if only she actually felt like it.
Once Futaba was out of her clothes, she pulled the clothes Iwai got her. A tube top that covered her body, and she blushed as it clung to her breasts, making a clear outline of them. She then found a skirt in the bag, and she tried not to faint as she put it on.
Futaba had never worn many skirts in her life, yet now she found herself putting it on without any hesitation. If Mr. Iwai wanted her to, she would obey. It just felt right to. The man commanded respect, demanded obedience, and Futaba didn’t want to disappoint…
For Akira, of course.
Futaba stood before him, her cheeks a rosy red as she stood before him in the tube top and skirt. Her eyes were on the ground as she groaned.
“I-I don’t know, Iwai. I-I feel gross in this. I-I’m way too small to wear something like this. I don’t even have cleavage, and-”
Iwai stood up, and the younger woman squeaked, becoming silent as she stared at the man. He walked forward, moving closer and closer as her heart pounded in her chest and her face burned hot. She didn’t dare speak as he stood over her, towering even higher than Joker...
“Futaba, you’re a beautiful woman. If you could just see that, you’d have the confidence to have any man you could ever want.”
Wasn’t this all about Joker? About Akira? S-she didn’t want a new man, she just wanted her man.
Futaba’s eyes glanced up at Iwai, and he smiled. “I got something for you. Just sit down, and I’ve got a special something that’ll help you feel amazing.”
“R-really?” He nodded his head, and Futaba obeyed, walking to his seat and sitting down as he had.
“Close your eyes. I’m going to massage your body. Help you relax.” Futaba nodded her head as Iwai pulled something out from his desk. Her eyes were closed as he poured the cool lotion on his hands, lathering his fingers up as he looked her over.
Part of him almost wished he felt guilty, but honestly? She was so gorgeous. If Akira was dumb enough to leave a woman as beautiful as this in other town, then fuck him. He didn’t deserve this perfect woman.
Iwai walked behind Futaba as her eyes remained shut. He placed his hands on her shoulders first, and she gasped as she felt the cool lotion touch her skin.
“Relax,” he ordered, and she obeyed, breathing slowly and subtly as his fingers pushed against her body.
He massaged her shoulders just like how he said he would, and Futaba moaned quietly as his fingers and palms of his hands pressed against her, digging against her muscles as he… Well, it felt like he was bathing her.
All of her insecurities and fears were gone, washed away as the lotion left her body tingling, trembling for something more than just his hands on her body.
She melted into his touch as his fingers played with her nerves and muscles, melting her tension as she slumped down onto the seat. Iwai soon moved his hands, feeling the sides of her body now as she sighed in contentment, giving him free reign over her body.
When his hands moved from the sides of her body to her chest, she… did nothing. She took a deep breath, feeling his fingers brush against her breasts, pushing down on them as he hummed.
His voice was nice. Low. Rough. A man’s voice. Not like Akira’s. Her Key Item was a younger man. Light, still just a boy, still able to crack.
“Hmm, it’ll be easier if I could take off your bra. Do you mind, Futaba?” She couldn’t muster up an answer as her mind drowned in a fog. She just shook her head and he took that as a sign to keep going.
“I-I’ll help,” she mumbled, lifting up her arms, only to hear the unmistakable snap of her bra being undone. “H-how…?” she blinked, opening her eyes for a moment. “Akira always takes forever…”
“Experience. Guess that’s just the difference between a boy and a man, Futaba.” Futaba blushed at his words, before she closed her eyes once more. His hands played with her breasts again, and Futaba moaned loudly as his fingers pressed against her nipples.
She hadn’t realized how much her bra was getting in the way. This was amazing! His fingers were against her breasts, and she- Her eyes shot open as she realized his hands were actually on her naked breasts, under her top as he pinched her nipples.
Futaba opened her mouth, and a moan came out as she trembled under him. She bit her lower lip as his fingers continued to play with her. He had total control of her body. She couldn’t be silent anymore as his fingers pressed against her nipples, making them hard as her pussy quivered.
“Do you like it, Futaba? Did Akira ever touch you like this?” She shook her head, unable to hold back her true feelings. “Poor thing. It’s clear Akira doesn’t know how to treat a woman. A girl as pretty as you should never feel this sad, never feel this broken… Rest and let me make you feel better.”
“O-okay,” she muttered, feeling one of his hands slipping out of her top. He then slid down her body, tracing a line over her smooth belly. He slipped his fingers under her skirt and felt the hem of her panties, before going under that too.
His fingers stroked her her womanhood, drawing a line around it first, before he pressed a finger against her clit. Futaba moaned loudly, leaning her head back, rubbing her hair against his body. Iwai pecked her exposed neck, and she shivered as he moved his head back to peck her cheek.
Their lips pressed against one another, silencing Futaba’s moans. His tongue slipped out, feeling her lips as she moaned, shuddering from the kiss. She should have pulled away, should have smacked him, but his tongue was moving inside her mouth, licking her walls and her own small tongue as she quivered.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, staring into her violet eyes as a trail of saliva linked their mouths.
“I-Iwai…”
“Call me Master,” he replied, and her heart nearly skipped a beat as she nodded her head. It felt natural to call him that. It felt… right.
“Master…”
“Atta girl. Now then, you seem like you’ve learned a lot, but there’s one more thing I want to show-”
“Please!” She blushed profusely from her own loud voice, turning a bright scarlet as he chuckled. Futaba kept his eyes on him, though, feeling her heart pounding inside of her. “P-please… Show me?”
“Alright. Get up. Sit on my desk.” Futaba obeyed, standing on shaky legs as she moved over to the desk. She sat on it, and Iwai crouched down before her, pulling at her undies as she spread her legs for him.
He pulled the panties off, letting them hang around one of her legs, before he unzipped his pants. Futaba gasped as his cock slipped out, hanging hard between his legs, throbbing as he placed his hands on her back.
“Ready to feel a real man, Futaba?” She didn’t say anything, staring down at his hard dick. “Was Akira ever this big?”
“N-no. I-I used to spy on him, b-but he… he was never-”
Iwai grinned, before he leaned forward and captured her lips with his, holding her as he pushed his cock into her.
In one fell swoop, he fucked her pussy, and Futaba was expecting pain. Even a moment of it. But no. His cock slipped into her wet pussy easily, sliding into her as she trembled. He pushed his body into her, before pulling back and fucking her again.
Back and forth, in and out, Iwai fucked her pussy at a steady pace, slowly going deeper and deeper into her as his tongue wrestled with hers. He held her in his arms as she embraced him, holding onto him as his balls smacked against her body.
She sucked on his tongue as she felt something burn inside of her. Like a fire, one that grew with every thrust into her. Futaba had never felt such pleasure before! Not even touching herself felt this good…
Iwai’s cock stretched out her pussy, and whatever pain Futaba felt was like nothing as he gave her pleasure beyond imagine. Ecstasy shot through her body, burning inside of her like lightning as he fucked her.
The older man placed one hand on her back, holding her against him as another hand groped her tits, squeezing her breast as she moaned into his mouth. He squeezed her tit as he fucked her faster, the wet smack of her pussy being thrusted into filling the room.
That, and their shared moans as he kept fucking her. He was moving so fast, the desk was actually shaking under her as she moaned into his mouth again and again.
Thoughts of Akira… They were so far from her mind. Leaving her open for Iwai to whisper into her ear.
“He’s so weak, isn’t he? Akira can’t pleasure you like this. He’s too pathetic…”
Yes. Akira was a boy. Iwai, her Master, was a man! “Master! Ahh, please, keep fucking me! I-I need a man!”
That made Iwai grin as he kept fucking her, making her toes curl and her heart pound as she dug her nails into his body.
“M-Master, I-I think I’m… I’m gonna cum!”
“Then cum,” he replied. “Cum on my cock, and I’ll fill you with my seed.” The very thought made Futaba scream, and she cried out in pleasure as her pussy tightened around his shaft.
It was like she was built for him… She came on his cock, shaking as sperm filled her cunt. They came at almost the same time, and Futaba had never felt so happy. Feeling the sensation of being filled, of being made a woman by this man old enough to be her dad…
It made her so fucking wet, and she squeezed Iwai against her small body as she moaned into his mouth, tasting his tongue as everything went bright.
The euphoria she felt was so damn addicting, and Futaba couldn’t even see straight as Iwai whispered in her ear.
“How do you feel, Futaba…?”
“S-soo… So good…”
“Exactly. You feel good when you’re with a real man… Not Akira.” He was right. Akira never made her feel like this. She had never felt so damn good before…
Futaba kept her arms around Iwai as she mewled, licking her lips. “More, Master. Please? Fuck me more…!”
000
Akira sighed in frustration as he looked at his phone. He had sent yet another text to Futaba, and once again, she had not replied. He was starting to get annoyed, and his message might have made that obvious.
The devilishly handsome leader of the Phantom Thieves considered himself a cunning man. He looked at the words he texted Futaba, and they put his metaphorical foot down. He wasn’t aggressive, but rather passive aggressive, trying to guilt Futaba into replying back to him.
He had even texted their mutual friends, but many of them didn’t have any answers to give to Akira. With no success, he texted Sojiro several times, but the old man had been uncharacteristically useless. He just told Akira that ‘If she hasn’t texted back, she must have her reasons.’
Akira was starting to get annoyed, honestly, and he sighed as he glared at his phone. Part of him hoped his anger would just make her reply, but even he couldn’t have expected what happened next.
His phone buzzed, and a text was sent from Futaba’s phone. His eyes widened as he read the short message.
‘Hey, Akira.’ Akira? Not Key Item? Not babe? No pet names? Akira frowed at that as he continued to read. ‘Are your parents home?’ He raised his brow at the question, before he replied to the text.
‘Futaba! Where have you been? I’ve been texting you for days!’
‘Are your parents home, Akira? I really want to talk to you. It’s important.’ Akira’s brow wrinkled, and he ground his teeth in annoyance. What the hell was she talking about? Why was she texting this to him?
‘Futaba, I’m serious. Where the hell have you been?’
There was no response for several minutes, before another text was sent to him. Rather than a message, though, there was only a picture, and it almost made Akira’s jaw drop.
Was that Futaba? He saw the woman smiling at him, wearing a little cheerleader outfit with the word ‘Shujin’ on it. It definitely looked like his girlfriend, but her red and white dress squeezed her body, shaking off her petite figure as she lifted the skirt with both hands.
Akira could see her pure, white panties, and the phone’s len had caught the dark spot on her panties. Futaba was wet, he realized, as his dick trembled between his legs, slowly rising up.
He looked at the other Futaba’s face, and her smile was downright… predatory. Like she was a hungry animal on the hunt, and she had finally found her prey. Him.
‘One last time, Akira. I really, really need to see you. Are your parents home?’ she asked, and Akira almost broke his phone with how quickly he replied back.
‘No, they’re gone, are you nearby? Where?’ he texted, and the wait for a reply was starting to drive the young man mad over the course of three seconds.
Finally she replied, and Akira almost jumped out of his seat. ‘Surprise, Akira. I’m outside. Come and see me, little boy.’ The dark-haired man’s flags didn’t pop up to warn him that Futaba seemed different. He was too hungry for the hot redhead.
He didn’t even pick up the subtle insult, calling him a little boy, despite him being older than her.
Akira ran down the stairs and out the door, only to run into what felt like a wall. He hit something hard and fell back, falling on his ass as he groaned. He rubbed his head, before looking up to find a familiar face.
It wasn’t Futaba, though. It was Iwai, his old boss from the gun store. Akira glared at the old man, tilting his head to try and see if could catch his beautiful girlfriend somewhere. She was nowhere in sight, though, as Akira stood up on his own two feet.
“Iwai? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, and the older man chuckled. “I’m sorry, I really have to go. I-” He tried walking around Akira, but Iwai’s hand stopped him. He gently pushed Akira back into place as he smiled.
“Akira. Good to see you again.” Iwai’s smile grew as he watched Akira to look behind the older man. “Something wrong?”
“Just expecting a guest… Hey, what are you doing here?” Akira wondered aloud, raising his brow.
“I’m actually on a road trip with my fiance. She and I are traveling Japan together, enjoying the sights and sounds of the outside world. She didn’t used to travel much, but with mere around, she finally has someone who can provide for her.”
“That’s… Wait, fiancé?” Akira repeated.
“Yeah. This fine piece of ass that practically came begging for me as soon as she saw me. She helps me out in the store, and I pay her back accordingly.” he explained,
“Huh. W-well, I’m glad you’ve found love. Now if you don’t mind, I have to go,” Akira sighed.
That’s when both of their phones rang, and Akira took the first chance to look at it. He looked at the screen and his eyes widened.
Akira wasn’t sure what to make of the photo at first. It was a picture of him and Iwai, just talking outside someone’s house. Akira blushed, clearly feeling a shiver running down his spine.
They were being watched. He opened his mouth to order Iwai to leave, when a voice called out to them.
“Hey, Master!” Akira looked at the speaker, and his eyes widened as his jaw almost fell on the ground.
That couldn’t have been Futaba, could it?
They had the same hair and eye color, and if you ignored her heels, this woman would have been the same size as Futaba, but there were too many differences outside the physical similarities. Like how she was dressed or how she acted.
She walked with high heels, ones that pushed up her feet and accented her long legs and plump rear. Her hips swayed as she walked, and her clothes… She wore cut jeans, ripped in a way so that the pockets hung out from the clothes, and the top button was undone to better take in Futaba’s shapely body.
Her top was just a white shirt that was cut off at the middle, exposing her flat stomach. Her shoulders were covered by straps, though really, only one strap hung onto her. The other was left dangling, trying and failing to hang on. The shirt hung low, letting her cleavage be seen by anyone who bothered to look.
Futaba’s breasts were still as small as ever, yet she was no less gorgeous. The top of her black bra was exposed as she walked towards Iwai, embracing the man and kissing his lips. Her lips, painted a soft green, pressed against his for several long seconds.
Her long, orange hair hung on her body, glimmering in the light of the summer sun as she flipped her hair. She looked at Akira, lacking her trademark glasses as she smiled.
“Hey, Akira,” she greeted. “How have you been?”
“F-Futaba? W-what are you doing with Iwai?”
“Hm? Isn’t it obvious, Akira? My fiance and I are enjoying a road trip together.” She was leaning against Iwai, placing a hand on his chest as she smiled at the older man. Her eyes were so bright when she looked at him, and her smile was subtle, yet carried such a glow to it.
She was so happy as she looked at Iwai, and in all the time he and Futaba had spent together, she had never looked at him like that.
“I… I don’t understand,” Akira slowly uttered. “Did you say fiance? But you’re my girlfriend!”
Futaba glanced at Akira, and her eyes carried such disdain in them. She actually looked upset, angry at Akira for what he said.
“Yeah, about that… I thought it’d be rude to tell you over a text, so we wanted to stop by her to tell you. I’m breaking up with you.” Akira’s eyes widened and he was left shaking slightly as he just stared at her with wide, dull eyes.
“W-what?”
“It’s not that hard, Akira,” she sighed. “I used to think I needed you to make me beautiful, but the truth is, I don’t. I don’t need anyone to be beautiful, I am beautiful,” she grinned, placing a hand on her breast. She stared right into Akira’s eyes as her smile grew.
“I’m sorry, Akira, it’s just… I’m too good for you. Look at me, look how beautiful I am!” Futaba giggled, stroking her own chest before Akira. “I’m hot, and Iwai helped me realize that, and honestly? I realize that I love him. Not you.”
Akira said nothing as his jaw dropped. Small, stuttered responses slipped out, before he looked at Iwai. His shock turned to anger as he growled.
“What did you do to her?” He moved forward, reaching for Iwai, only for Futaba’s hand to grab him. Akira’s eyes widened, before her knee slammed into Akira’s crotch with the force of a hammer.
The dark-haired man screamed in pain, falling to the ground as he placed his hands over his crotch. He was panting, gasping for air as tears pooled in his eyes.
“Never touch my man, Akira.” Futaba’s foot fell on Akira’s shoulder and she pushed him back, making him fall to the ground on his back. He whimpered as Futaba’s stiletto dug into his skin. “I know you’re lost that your tiny little baby dick wasn’t enough for me, but accept your defeat with some dignity?” Futaba leaned forward, putting more weight on his chest.
“Akira? I want you to know Iwai and I have fucked.” The boy’s silver eyes widened as Futaba giggled, a crooked, sadistic smile on her face. “I want you to know that.” She lifted her foot up, only to bring it back down on Akira’s crotch, digging her foot into his dick.
“Ahh!”
“His cock is so big, Akira.” Futaba groped her own breast, pinching her nipple as Iwai grinned. “I’m going to have his baby, Akira, and I can’t wait. I want nothing more than to be his wife. The mother of his children…”
Futaba trembled, hugging herself as she felt her pussy tremble. “Ahh, Master, talking to this loser is making me horny!” she whined. “Can we please get back to the hotel? Maybe you can give me that roadhead lesson on the way back?”
Iwai chuckled, shaking his head at how horny and eager his little slut was. He nodded his head, holding his arm out to her, and she came to him, wrapping her arms around his.
“You’re a fucking loser, Akira. I can’t believe I wasted my time with you,” she sighed. “But hey, least you got me with a real man. Thanks for that.”
“Sorry, Akira. You win some, you lose some.” Iwai and Futaba laughed, before they kissed one another right in front of the young man. He watched them kiss, tongues dancing, spit swapped between them, as his world shattered.
Akira was left there on the ground, frozen in shame from his loss as Futaba and Iwai walked away, leaving for the older man’s car, and a happy life together.
