Niida took a step forward, hesitant. Holy shit she was bigger than he first thought. Oh god, those orbs were literally bouncing for him. Who knew a girl with an ugly face could look so damn hot with those titties hanging all out? Niida was to the point of salivating. Oh, those things were his! All his! He had never seen breasts before in real life and they were all his! And the rest of her! He had to have all of Hirono right now, right here! He threw the gun to the floor and started moving.
"Oh baby...Come to papa!" He screamed, making a dash for those dangling hush puppies, throwing caution to the wind as he literally lept at Hirono. He reached his hands out and slapped her hands away, like the little rat that he was. His hands groped at Hirono's breasts without a single shred of regret. All his! All his!
Taking Stock
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Oh you are fucking dead.
Okay so on the one hand, Niida had more or less pounced on top of her and was pawing at her chest like some kind of wild animal, but on the other, he had made a goddamn stupid mistake in his eagerness. It was more than she could have hoped for, but yes, he'd really been idiotic enough to drop the gun just to get at her breasts. It wasn't an opportunity that she intended to waste.
With Niida grabbing at her, it was difficult to move much, but hell it wasn't really as if he was paying much attention. Slowly but surely, Hirono managed to shift herself around, Niida following pretty much blindly, so taken up was he with his groping. Of course, Hirono did her best to mask the movements, hiding them behind faked writhing - as if in pleasure, and the occasional low moan.
"Oh Kazushi," Hirono breathed, slowly extending her hand towards the pistol. "I'm all yours... all you have to do is take me..."
Her fingers snagged the gun's grip.
Bingo. You're fucked Niida, and not in the way you were hoping.
Okay so on the one hand, Niida had more or less pounced on top of her and was pawing at her chest like some kind of wild animal, but on the other, he had made a goddamn stupid mistake in his eagerness. It was more than she could have hoped for, but yes, he'd really been idiotic enough to drop the gun just to get at her breasts. It wasn't an opportunity that she intended to waste.
With Niida grabbing at her, it was difficult to move much, but hell it wasn't really as if he was paying much attention. Slowly but surely, Hirono managed to shift herself around, Niida following pretty much blindly, so taken up was he with his groping. Of course, Hirono did her best to mask the movements, hiding them behind faked writhing - as if in pleasure, and the occasional low moan.
"Oh Kazushi," Hirono breathed, slowly extending her hand towards the pistol. "I'm all yours... all you have to do is take me..."
Her fingers snagged the gun's grip.
Bingo. You're fucked Niida, and not in the way you were hoping.
Any idiot with half a brain would have noticed the reach for the gun. Hirono's tactics were less than impressive, and any normal guy would have just pulled away and blown a hole the size of a pipe in her head. But Niida was not like any guy. Oh no. He was a virgin, a horny virgin that had tits in his hands. For all he cared, he didn't give a shit where her hands went.
"Haha, Hirono, you fucking whore! Move a little or I'll kill you~ Y-Yeah, like that!"
She was all ready for him. All he need to do was pull her panties down and start going to town. Alright! He didn't expect having sex would be as easy as pointing a gun at someone! Oh yeah, this was going to be great! Niida quickly unzipped his pants, still very oblivious to Hirono's own plans. Oh boy he was going to get laaiiiddd. He whipped his little piledriverout, still ignoring the fact that his maybe make her stroke it. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. This was going to be amaz- Wait, where the fuck was his gun?
"... Oh shit..."
"Haha, Hirono, you fucking whore! Move a little or I'll kill you~ Y-Yeah, like that!"
She was all ready for him. All he need to do was pull her panties down and start going to town. Alright! He didn't expect having sex would be as easy as pointing a gun at someone! Oh yeah, this was going to be great! Niida quickly unzipped his pants, still very oblivious to Hirono's own plans. Oh boy he was going to get laaiiiddd. He whipped his little piledriverout, still ignoring the fact that his maybe make her stroke it. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. This was going to be amaz- Wait, where the fuck was his gun?
"... Oh shit..."
The gun was in hand, and Niida was too preoccupied to have come even close to noticing what Hirono was up to. She didn't plan on allowing him to have that chance. As it happened, 'Rono was just glad she'd managed to grab hold of the gun at the point she had done, because Niida looked to be pulling his pants down... Hirono flinched a little, but remained steady in her conviction even as rather more of the athlete than she wanted to see was exposed.
Nothing you haven't seen before, overcome it, keep him reeling.
With no small measure of disgust, Hirono reached across with her free hand and gently stroked Niida's ... 'piledriver' a couple of times, still trying to maintain his concentration on what he thought would be sex. All the same, the penny finally dropped with Niida as his eyes widened and he swore to himself. Remembering the gun? More than likely. The hand on Niida's cock suddenly tightened into a vice grip, and Hirono brought her gun up to the athlete's temple.
"Surprise," she murmured, pulling the trigger.
Nothing you haven't seen before, overcome it, keep him reeling.
With no small measure of disgust, Hirono reached across with her free hand and gently stroked Niida's ... 'piledriver' a couple of times, still trying to maintain his concentration on what he thought would be sex. All the same, the penny finally dropped with Niida as his eyes widened and he swore to himself. Remembering the gun? More than likely. The hand on Niida's cock suddenly tightened into a vice grip, and Hirono brought her gun up to the athlete's temple.
"Surprise," she murmured, pulling the trigger.
There was no sympathetic background for Niida. No abusive parents. No living in poverty. No hard knock life. Then why the hell was he acting so self-assured, so strange? No one really was sure why he acted like such a creepy bastard. Even around his slim number of friends he still managed to make them shiver. The guy just bled the word rapist. His parents didn't like him. Niida knew it too. Perhaps that might have been why Niida had gone on out like he had. For attention.
There was no time for him to contemplate over that nonsense even if he had the capability to grasp any of that.
Because he was dead either way.
So when the bullet hit him, it caved his head in like a sledgehammer to a watermellon. Blood flew in all directions, bone and tissue oozing out like lava. The stringy sack of meat that used to be called Kazushi Niida, formally known as Boy 16 on the papers that were filled out by old balding japanese office workers who had never even seen a gun fired in their entire kushy lives, fell like oh so many of its fellow companions had done before. It's exterior was notable to say the least but there is no need to describe a dead dog. All sick dogs needed to be put down and the ever unlucky Kazushi Niida was no exception.
Ninth Grade/Class B - BOY #16: KAZUSHI NIIDA: ELIMINATED
24 STUDENTS REMAINING
There was no time for him to contemplate over that nonsense even if he had the capability to grasp any of that.
Because he was dead either way.
So when the bullet hit him, it caved his head in like a sledgehammer to a watermellon. Blood flew in all directions, bone and tissue oozing out like lava. The stringy sack of meat that used to be called Kazushi Niida, formally known as Boy 16 on the papers that were filled out by old balding japanese office workers who had never even seen a gun fired in their entire kushy lives, fell like oh so many of its fellow companions had done before. It's exterior was notable to say the least but there is no need to describe a dead dog. All sick dogs needed to be put down and the ever unlucky Kazushi Niida was no exception.
Ninth Grade/Class B - BOY #16: KAZUSHI NIIDA: ELIMINATED
24 STUDENTS REMAINING
Hirono lay there underneath the dead weight of Kazushi Niida's blood splattered corpse for what seemed like an eternity, but what really couldn't have been more than about thirty seconds. Her brain wasn't quite processing the input that her senses were giving her. She was half naked and had the body of a similarly stripped classmate on top of her. And Hirono had killed him. Blam, right in the head. Point blank. No missing there, nor margin for error. Just pull the trigger and his brains were decorating the wallpaper. The gun was still in her hand, covered in Niida's blood and brains.
'Rono. You have a dead body on top of you.
She suddenly shook, disgust coming upon her almost out of nowhere. Hirono almost cried out, bit it back and rolled Niida off of her, the deadweight proving difficult to shift. Sitting on the floor, the delinquent took a couple of long breaths, then moved over and pulled Niida's pants back up from around his ankles. Asshole though he might have been, the dead deserved at least some respect. If it wasn't for the government, this would never have happened - or so Hirono wanted to believe.
"Good job, 'Rono..." she muttered to herself. "Hardcore would be so proud of you right now. Leaf straight out of her book..." she shook her head firmly. "No. No. I had no fucking choice 'less I wanted to get goddamn shot. Niida attacked me, all I did was defend myself."
Sure. Sure. And you think he wouldn't have got on his bike if you'd pointed the gun at his head and told him to fuck off?
"It was ... it was just spur of the moment. I'm not a murderer..."
Current evidence would suggest otherwise, 'Rono.
Hirono put both palms to her temples and shook her head. Now wasn't the time for this. She had to get out of this fucking clinic... find somewhere to get cleaned up. Niida's blood was all over her face and body, the splatter no doubt making her look pretty horrifying. Fuck, it was all over her. In her hair, around her mouth and eyes... god...
...So much for that change of clothes.
Hirono slowly picked up her bra and shirt and dressed, still thinking about what had just happened. There must have been some way to avoid it. Niida was little more than scum, but had it needed to go down in that way? Had he needed to die? In spite of herself, Hirono couldn't justify it.
"Need some fresh air," Hirono murmured. "And somewhere to sleep, at that," retrieving her bag, she looked the corpse of Niida one last time before leaving the building for good.
((Hirono Shimizu continued in Backlash)
'Rono. You have a dead body on top of you.
She suddenly shook, disgust coming upon her almost out of nowhere. Hirono almost cried out, bit it back and rolled Niida off of her, the deadweight proving difficult to shift. Sitting on the floor, the delinquent took a couple of long breaths, then moved over and pulled Niida's pants back up from around his ankles. Asshole though he might have been, the dead deserved at least some respect. If it wasn't for the government, this would never have happened - or so Hirono wanted to believe.
"Good job, 'Rono..." she muttered to herself. "Hardcore would be so proud of you right now. Leaf straight out of her book..." she shook her head firmly. "No. No. I had no fucking choice 'less I wanted to get goddamn shot. Niida attacked me, all I did was defend myself."
Sure. Sure. And you think he wouldn't have got on his bike if you'd pointed the gun at his head and told him to fuck off?
"It was ... it was just spur of the moment. I'm not a murderer..."
Current evidence would suggest otherwise, 'Rono.
Hirono put both palms to her temples and shook her head. Now wasn't the time for this. She had to get out of this fucking clinic... find somewhere to get cleaned up. Niida's blood was all over her face and body, the splatter no doubt making her look pretty horrifying. Fuck, it was all over her. In her hair, around her mouth and eyes... god...
...So much for that change of clothes.
Hirono slowly picked up her bra and shirt and dressed, still thinking about what had just happened. There must have been some way to avoid it. Niida was little more than scum, but had it needed to go down in that way? Had he needed to die? In spite of herself, Hirono couldn't justify it.
"Need some fresh air," Hirono murmured. "And somewhere to sleep, at that," retrieving her bag, she looked the corpse of Niida one last time before leaving the building for good.
((Hirono Shimizu continued in Backlash)