Those Once Innocent Girls
They were once such innocent girls. But the moment they awakened to their sadistic sides, they transformed so terrifyingly that I wondered if these were really the friends I knew. On top of the mob mentality, they even had a perfectly justified reason to torment the “bad girl.” The result of leaving me—my final mental barriers completely shattered, utterly powerless—among them was nothing short of horrific.
After Eun-jung left the classroom, I wasn’t granted even a moment’s rest. My body was immediately passed around to the rest of the class. Three or four fingers would thrust into my pussy at once, or several girls would shove their fingers inside me together, raping me in unison. Many others ground their own wet pussies against my face, arms, or legs. A few girls used my fingers to tear through their own hymens, rolling their hips with lewd little gasps, while those still waiting their turn bit and licked my body to soothe their aching cunts.
After they had used me for so long that their lust was finally satisfied, only their sadism remained. They began demanding all kinds of perverted acts from me—making me straddle a dildo bolted to the floor and shake my hips like a whore, or forcing me to grip the tip of a dildo inside my pussy without moving until my trembling legs gave out and I sank down onto it.
They didn’t stop at dildos. Using every sex toy Eun-jung had left behind, they tormented me until a loud growl erupted from someone’s stomach. Only then did they finally relent.
“…Should we stop here for today?”
“Yeah… I’m starving.”
“Then let’s go get some tteokbokki at the snack shop, yeah?”
“Nah, I’ll pass. My cram school starts soon.”
“I’m in!”
“Me too, me too!”
While the girls squealed and chattered, I stood beside them with both arms bound behind my back, a whole bundle of rotors stuffed inside my pussy, my body twitching violently. Just as they had ordered, I tried to push the connected wires out by rubbing my thighs together without using my hands. But the more I squeezed my legs shut, the stronger the vibrations became. I failed every time, cumming helplessly over and over.
“Alright, Seon-ah. That’s enough for you too.”
“Hek… heeek… Th-thank… huuht… thank you…♡”
The girl holding the remote finally switched it off. Only then could I collapse to the floor, gasping out my gratitude and taking a moment to rest.
“We’re leaving now, so clean up the classroom, Seon-ah. Got it?”
“Y-yes… I understand…”
With shaking legs, I forced myself upright and bowed deeply to the girls as they poured out of the room. I stood there in a daze until their noisy voices faded down the hallway. The moment I realized I was truly alone, the mask of composure I had forced on crumbled. I sank into a small crouch and sobbed bitterly for a long time.
Only after I had cried out all the dark, tangled emotions that had lost any recognizable shape did I finally begin cleaning up the evidence of the gang rape my “friends” had left behind. Because the Academy didn’t assign cleaning duties to students, there were no mops or rags in the classroom—only a locked supply closet outside. Since I didn’t carry tissues, I had no choice but to use my crumpled uniform.
I wiped away the small spots of virgin blood on the desks, the love juices, tears, and sweat splattered everywhere. Then I stared at the filthy uniform in my hands. Realizing I had no other choice if I wanted to go home, I slowly pulled it back on along with my underwear. The fabric was soaked with sexual fluids and stained with reddish marks, completely see-through. I tried to hide my equally filthy body beneath it. As I left the darkening classroom, I wondered which was more disgusting—the uniform or the girl wearing it.
I had thought Academy life couldn’t possibly get any worse, but after that day it turned into a complete hell.
Following Eun-jung’s order to dress like the rag I was, I was forced to wear a skirt that had been viciously cut until it barely clung to my hips, failing to cover my pussy at all, and a blouse so tight it looked painted on, making my already huge breasts stand out even more obscenely. Bras were forbidden. The only underwear allowed was a thin thong that Eun-jung had personally altered. Yet even that fabric clung so tightly to my pussy the moment it got the slightest bit wet that it might as well have been transparent. I was essentially walking around with my bare tits and cunt on full display.
Whenever I walked through the Academy like that, students and teachers who didn’t know I was being forced into the outfit assumed I had finally revealed my true nature. They showered me with condemnation. The teachers, at least, stopped at scolding me for the slutty uniform out of concern for their own reputations. The first-year girls were completely different.
They made sure I could hear them in the hallways—talking about how they wanted to squeeze my tits, or joking that I clearly wouldn’t resist if they raped me. Sexual harassment was the baseline. Some of the bolder ones even groped me directly. Thankfully, aside from my own classmates, I hadn’t yet been outright gang-raped by the other girls, but the number of them who touched me openly was growing by the day. It was only a matter of time.
In a situation where it felt like the entire Academy had turned against me, I was breaking down more with each passing day. Even so, I still had one small comfort.
“…”
It was lunchtime. Because of the state of my uniform, I was the only one left in the classroom while everyone else went to the cafeteria. I placed my lunchbox on the desk and pretended to eat. After checking that none of my classmates were secretly watching, I slipped a single photograph out of the inner pocket of my bag.
It was a picture of Han-na throwing a basketball in a cool pose on the court. She was the only one who still stood by me. No matter how many baseless rumors and accusations flew around, she believed in my innocence until the end. My precious, precious friend—Kim Han-na.
Of course, seeing her in person would have been best, but I couldn’t let the others see us together and cause her trouble. So I stole glances at her from far down the hallway or comforted myself with this photo.
Besides, it was an incredibly pretty and cool shot.
“Han-na…”
I whispered her name under my breath. Every time I looked at that bright, sparkling smile, warmth seemed to wrap around me, and a strange tickling feeling would bloom in my chest.
“Huu… huuht… huuht…”
I held the photo reverently with both hands, staring at her with hazy eyes. In the end I couldn’t hold back. Just like always, I pressed my lips to the picture.
One kiss wasn’t enough. Two, three, four, five… I kept kissing it again and again.
The thought that Han-na would despise me if she saw this had disappeared from my mind long ago. But look. Even when I kiss her, she’s still smiling like that. She isn’t looking at me with contempt like the others, or with sticky lust. She just keeps accepting my kisses.
I love this kind, warm side of her so much. I love you so much, Kim Han-na.
“Chu, chuuu♡ Huuht, chu♡ Chu♡ Mmm… chuuu♡”
Every time I kissed her, my breathing grew rougher and my hips twitched. A sweet, floating ecstasy filled my head, and a small happiness bloomed deep inside my chest—
“What are you doing, Seon-ah?”
“―――!!”
The instant I heard Eun-jung’s cold voice behind me, I let out a silent scream of pure terror. I froze solid in the exact position I had been kissing Han-na’s photo.
“I came to collect your lunchtime pussy quota early, but it looks like you were doing something interesting.”
“Th-this… this is…”
“Hand it over.”
“Ah…!”
With a terrifying expression, Eun-jung snatched the photo from my trembling hands. She stared at it for a moment, then suddenly let out a small laugh as she looked at me.
“Don’t tell me… you like Han-na?”
“…! N-no! It’s not like that, I just—”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. I already understand your feelings perfectly from what I just saw. …But you know,”
Eun-jung tilted her head cutely and continued.
“Do you really think you deserve someone like Han-na?”
“…………”
“Sure, she acts like a delinquent, but she’s incredibly good to her close friends. She’s pretty, has a great body, and I heard she even has a fan club in the Academy.”
Her voice sounded almost like she was singing, but then it turned mocking.
“But what about you?”
Stop it.
“How many girls have used those lips, that throat, those tits, that pussy, even that ass?”
Stop it, please…
“And that’s not all, right? Yesterday you were dragged to Ye-ji’s house and fucked by her mother too, weren’t you? Ha… even a cum rag would be too good for a hole that used up.”
I told you to stop!
Unable to hold back my rage any longer, I lifted my head. In front of me, Eun-jung was holding the small white photo in both hands.
“…Huh?”
She tightened her grip. Cracks spiderwebbed across the smooth surface, growing deeper until the single photo was torn in two. Two became four. Four became eight. One of the white fragments fluttered down and landed in front of me.
With shaking fingers I picked it up and turned it over. There was Han-na’s smiling face—ripped in half.
“Nooooooooooooooooo――――――!!”
I screamed without thinking and frantically scrambled to gather every piece of Han-na from the floor. My hands trembled so badly I could barely move them, but I tried desperately to piece her back together. Yet every time I managed to reassemble her, she fell apart into even more fragments.
“This won’t do.”
Eun-jung grabbed my arm as I sat on the floor sobbing, trying to put Han-na back together, and yanked me upright.
“Let go… let go of me…!”
“As punishment for disobeying, I think I’ll let the girls from the other classes have a taste of our Seon-ah for lunch today.”
“No… Han-na… I want to go to Han-na… Han-naaa…”
I flailed weakly, half out of my mind, as Eun-jung dragged me along. She threw open the back door of the classroom. A crowd of girls who had gathered after hearing my screams stood waiting in the hallway.
“Alright, who wants to fuck her first? First twenty girls, step right up.”
Eun-jung shoved me. I collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud. The girls, momentarily stunned by the sudden offer, exchanged glances before slowly closing in on me.
Even as one of them pinned me down, roughly stripped my clothes, forced her tongue into my mouth, and shoved her fingers into my dripping pussy, my tear-blurred vision remained fixed on Han-na. At least until the girls surrounding me stole even that from me.
A few days later, Han-na was expelled from the Academy on charges of habitually assaulting first-year students and extorting money from them.