A Wholesome Date with the Senpai Who Has a Boyfriend
Weekends are for lazing around in bed scrolling on your phone or sitting at the computer pounding away at games all day, right? That's how my weekends always were in my old life. But now, with onahole bitches scattered everywhere, I figured I'd be living that non-stop, never-drying-cock 24/7 life...
"Ugh, sorry, Lazar. I've got family business, so I have to head out today. Maybe even tomorrow."
"Whaaat..."
But apparently, my pussy holes' schedule had other plans. Well, it's only natural. Guys like me with no backing or status have all the free time in the world, but for a noble lady from a prestigious family like Rine, weekends can actually be busier. If you've got something big and great in your hands, you've gotta handle the responsibilities that come with it—or whatever. It's a proverb that doesn't apply to me, but it does to everyone else.
"Eh, nothing I can do about it. Family matters aren't something I should butt into."
In my current position, it feels kinda off to meddle in the affairs of some fancy family. Besides, I've got plenty of other holes to play with anytime, so I should let the girls have their basic lives. Anyway, everything they've built up will eventually funnel right back to me.
I'm fine with it, but Rine straight-up shows her disappointment. I sneak a peek with mind-reading women's inner thoughts, and it makes me snort with laughter.
Ugh, I can't skip external gatherings normally, but if Lazar held me back, I'd make any excuse to bail... Protecting my pussy from other massive cocks is way more important than some minor event... But is Lazar not that interested in my pussy today? If he just told me to shut up and suck his cock, I'd do it in a heartbeat...
Looks like she was hoping I'd keep her here. I almost burst out laughing, but to pussy bitches who've tasted my cock even once, this is probably par for the course. Still, you—do your damn job right. Don't let any backlash splash onto me.
I do have the confidence that no matter what shit flies my way, I can handle it with this one cock.
"Have a safe trip."
I give her a firm send-off, and she gets the message, rubbing her thighs together regretfully as she leaves the room.
Alright, Rine's gone. Now what?
"Hmm... Isn't it kinda lame to just stick to sex all the time?"
A rare new world experience. Who knows what culture this place has? Obsessing over sex alone feels a bit off. Games, comics—there's all sorts of stuff, right? And it's not like I'm short on cash to enjoy it here.
"Sometimes broadening my horizons is the way to go."
Decision made, time to move. I throw on some clothes and head out.
...But where to?
I've played the game plenty, but this ain't a game where one click gets you to a facility—this is reality. Would be nice if someone who knows the area escorted me.
"Oh, it's the junior? Hey~"
"Hey, hi."
Coincidence? I run into Soyu-senpai walking the dorm hallway. But her outfit's different from usual. No leotard academy uniform—instead, a cropped shirt with cut-off sleeves and a pleated skirt. Her pantyhose have swapped from the usual black to pure white, hugging her legs. The skirt's so short that just walking makes her panties peek out from under the stockings. Compared to her usual super-pervy uniform, this ramps up the exposure even more. Especially since Soyu always dressed way more conservatively than other girls, the contrast hits hard. Less everyday wear, more sexy idol stage costume. Well, probably normal here, though.
"Ehh, you're that junior... Ah, right. Lazar. Lazar, yeah! Knew you were in the dorms, but first time bumping into you?"
"Heh, you forgot my name, Senpai? I'm hurt. I've got your full name—Soyu—burned in my brain forever."
"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry. But I remembered it properly. Don't be mad~"
Meaningless banter to build inner rapport. Soyu doesn't have anyone in the academy to lean on emotionally, so she opens up pretty easily to someone like me who gets that vibe. Since I'm gonna be her pussy's owner, better get close quick.
"But that's casual clothes? Looks cute."
"Yeah, right? My boyfriend coordinated it himself. Said it'd look good on me."
She spins around proudly right there. Hmm, yeah. Boyfriend picked it out, huh? Dressing his super hot girlfriend in slutty clothes and parading her outside. Even if some massive-cock guy snags her and turns her into an onahole, that's on him!
"Yeah, super cute. Makes me hard as fuck."
"Hmmm~ Really? But over-the-top compliments like that just make me suspicious of your real intentions..."
"No, no, dead serious. A body like yours screams tight pussy. Makes me wanna rip those white pantyhose and shove my cock in."
"Whoa, this guy doesn't hold back with a senpai who has a boyfriend? Even you can't just eye a taken pussy like that."
"I'm serious."
"Hey!"
Soyu scolds me with a smack of her tongue. There's this vibe that the guy who gets NTR'd is the one at fault. But that also means the girl has to clearly reject it. If she doesn't properly refuse and gets fucked anyway, it's her pussy's fault. Soyu's acting right in line with society's common sense. And smashing that is half the fun.
"Heading out, Senpai? Date with the boyfriend?"
"Would've been nice, but no such luck. My man's got other stuff to do. Busy guy."
Soyu's darling is her childhood friend. Handsome face, tall, rich family, and a pure one-woman guy. Players were split on that setup—some rooted for the perfect couple, others got extra pissed at his specs. The haters outnumbered the fans big time, and I was one of them. But now? I'll be magnanimous. No point holding grudges against a soon-to-be NTR'd masochist cuck.
"So you're heading out solo?"
"Yeah. Don't have many friends. And holing up in the dorm feels stuffy."
Soyu's the type who wants to escape the academy's stifling vibe. In the original game, you had to build affinity first or she'd vanish on weekends, no encounters. But in this reality, no need for prior grinding—we just bump into each other.
"Perfect timing then. I was heading out too but had no clue where. Mind if I tag along?"
"Huh, wanna hang with me?"
"Yeah. Of course, if the boyfriend thing bugs you, feel free to say no."
"Nah, it's fine. Just chilling with an academy junior. My guy won't nitpick something that small. Hmm..."
She thinks for a sec, then smiles brightly and gives the okay.
"Alright, let's go. Hanging with a cute junior sounds fun sometimes."
A smoking-hot senpai for a weekend date. Best. Even without sex, snagging easy events like this just drives home how ultra easy mode my life's become.
※ Lunch was on Soyu-senpai. I could've paid, but she insisted no.
"Just say thanks and eat when senpai treats. Don't worry—I've got money to burn."
If she's offering, no reason to refuse. Menu's basic burgers. Wondering if this world's burgers taste different? Nope, totally standard. But after the academy's fancy grub, the junk hit different—super stimulating, not bad. For a cheap-taste guy like me, this might even be better. Watching her happily chomp a double cheeseburger, side profile glowing? Mood booster. Just staring feels good—proof that pretty and cute really is a cheat code.
After eating, PC bang. Pretty much like my old world's.
"You good at games, Lazar?"
"Not tons of experience, but I've got killer instincts."
"Oho, really? Sounds fun. I'm damn good, y'know? Wanna see whose senses are sharper?"
Original game noted Soyu as a gaming beast. Something about rebelling against her noble family's stuffy atmosphere? Childish rebellion, sure—but that's the limit when "rebelling" means this. Hot new game? AOS-style MOBA dominating the main screen, like back home. This world mimics the old one, so popular game tropes converge naturally.
The big difference? Character costumes. Old world already stripped female chars for cash, but here it's blatant. Boob windows standard. All about highlighting curvy bodies sleekly, making players horny enough to buy skins. No wonder they sell like hotcakes. Impressive.
Soyu snickers next to me—her main's skin is a pervy free-for-all too. Later check: paid DLC, not free.
"Cute skin, Senpai."
"Right? Adorbs, huh? I don't usually splurge on skins, but couldn't resist."
Calling a jiggling fat-titted warrior chick "cute" feels off... But yeah, she bought the pervy skin willingly. Imagining her seriously shopping flesh-tone skins? Kinda hot.
She carried me hard the whole session, dragging my ass. She's legit good.
Post-PC, manga cafe. Soyu looks refined, but tastes are pleb... otaku, really. Otaku hobbies get side-eyed everywhere, but more here—lingering class vibes make lowbrow/highbrow divides sharper. Soyu rebels against that split, doubling down on otaku stuff.
Me? Never gave a fuck about judgments, got my own otaku cred. Perfect buddy material...
Or not.
"What? You haven't read Sexpeare Chronicles? No way! So you're a total noob on classic fantasy? What about 'The Inferior Incubus Lord of the Demon Academy'? It's straight romcom gold—you heard of it, right?"
"………………."
Problem: I know jack about this world's otaku scene. Like never reading One Piece and not knowing Pikachu. Blank slate. To her, I'm a national treasure.
And that ignorance fires her up.
"No worries! Manga's got no royal road—just dive in! Pick whatever looks fun, drop it if it sucks, grab another. You'll find your taste naturally."
I know that. But being in a new world, cherry-picking old tastes feels wasteful. Try new shit, mix in safeties.
Scanning shelves, one catches my eye: RAPE! Punchy, straightforward title. Cover: sleazy thug grabbing a blonde babe from behind, mauling her tits. Old-school art.
"Oh, that one? Bit retro, but solid."
"What's it about?"
"Just your typical academy rape story."
Typical academy rape—power word. Rape's bad here too, but for vigorous massive-cock guys, it's a forgivable thrill. Like school violence flicks back home.
"Protagonist rapes any girl who pisses him off with his cock, goes on rampages. One-note, but watchable."
"Ooh, hook?"
Expected smutty answer, got a curveball.
"He just follows his urges, but it ends up smashing traditions and order. Cathartic wrecking stuffy adults and norms."
"Ahh..."
Makes sense with her background. Just twisted it's rape genre.
"Sounds fun. I'll check it out."
"Yup! Read away! No shame if it flops—everyone does that to find their groove."
FYI, the manga was entertaining but not really arousing.