Teaching the TA Bitch (3)
The Reactivity Time Manipulation activated automatically starting from the bob-cut girl.
Reactivity Time Manipulation
The women, who had been rolling their eyes anxiously right in front of me, froze in an instant. A small countdown of 25 minutes appeared before my eyes. A big "Continuous Activation" popped up. Seeing Hana Sora's count jump from 20 minutes to 25, extending the total to 50 minutes, I nodded in satisfaction.
It had already taken over 20 minutes just to fuck Hana Sora alone yesterday. With multiple girls to do, continuous activation was essential.
"First off, I've already checked Hana Sora's reactivity and fucked her, so pass."
I skipped past Hana Sora and headed toward the other women. In order: bob-cut after Hana Sora, then short-cut, then ponytail.
Starting with the bob-cut: she had a really cute vibe. A bit chubby with some nice meat on her bones, shorter than Hana Sora but her tits seemed even bigger. Was this what they called thick?
The short-cut looked neat and clean. Just your standard plain girl. Ponytail was the stunner. Almost on par with Hana Sora in terms of thick beauty. Tall like a model, striking features, makeup that suited her perfectly. The downside? Her body.
"She's skin and bones. Bet she'd feel like touching firewood."
I felt a twinge of regret at her dry, twig-like figure and turned away. One thing was clear: among them, Hana Sora was top-tier in both body and face. She'd probably been the unofficial leader, and her looks had played a big part in that.
"Target Designation: Bob-cut."
Target Designation activated.
The notification chimed, and the frozen bob-cut girl started rolling her eyes again with that anxious look.
Suddenly, she glanced at her friends' states beside her and went pale as a ghost.
"W-what the hell is this...?"
"Everyone except you and me has stopped. Their reactivity's out."
"Y-you...?"
She still hadn't grasped the situation, frantically rolling her eyes. I just smirked.
"Don't get it? Everything's stopped. Except you and me. Check for yourself. Time won't pass, and if those bitches move, you'll know."
She whipped out her smartphone, stared at it for a bit, then her face drained of color. She staggered back.
"W-what did you do, you bastard...!"
Whether her friends were tied up or not, she looked ready to bolt, frantically scanning the surroundings. Of course, even if she knew the school better than me after a year-plus here, escaping this incinerator room was impossible.
Hana Sora sized up the situation and demanded straight answers. "Who started that rumor?"
I stepped closer as the bob-cut girl retreated a step, hardening my expression. Behind her was nothing but the incinerator wall anyway. Nowhere to run except past me. She was cornered.
"U-ugh... It-it was Jihee! Min Jihee! She started the rumor...! I didn't do it!"
She pointed at the short-cut girl and shrieked.
"Hmm, so it was her."
"Y-yes...! I didn't do anything...!"
"But... how would you know that?"
"Huh...?"
In the end, they were all accomplices. Hana Sora, who casually confessed to them after rejecting me like it was nothing. The short-cut bitch who made up weird bullshit and spread it around school. The bob-cut and ponytail who knew but let it slide and enjoyed it anyway. All the same kind of sluts.
"Did you even try saying something like, 'Hey, let's not do that' back then?"
"......"
She clamped her mouth shut like her lips were sealed with honey. She'd screamed bloody murder accusing her friend, but owning up to her own guilt? Too tough.
"Neglect is a crime too. That's why all of you deserve sweet punishment."
But I'd give the bob-cut the most humiliating punishment of the bunch. With a satisfied grin,
"W-what are you gonna do to us...?"
Her legs gave out—probably from fear—and she crumpled to the floor, trembling as she asked. No apology, no "sorry" to the end. I had no intention of accepting remorse-less bullshit anyway, but this was straight-up infuriating.
"Strip."
"......Huh?"
"Take off your clothes. Everything, down to your underwear."
"W-what...!"
"Shut the fuck up and strip, bitch."
I slammed my fist against the incinerator wall, face serious. She finally shut her trap with a shrill yelp and started undressing. Outer clothes first, then her dress, bra, panties. Piece by piece, they fell away.
I savored the emerging curves. Her flushed face, eyes brimming with tears like she was about to bawl— all hit the spot.
"I-I'm... all stripped now..."
"Good. Now strip your friends too."
"Th-them...?"
"Strip 'em."
She flinched, started to argue, but I glared and she scurried over without a peep, peeling off their clothes one by one.
"Hmm, stripping all four like this... quite the view."
I admired them like fine art, then turned back to the bob-cut girl, who was still rolling her eyes and choking back sobs.
"Now, what do you think comes next?"
"......I-I don't know..."
"Kneel."
I tapped the floor in front of me. She hesitated, then shuffled over on her knees.
"Suck."
The bob-cut froze for a second.