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Holy fucking tits
Was the first thing that came into Isagi’s mind as she entered the Bastard München locker room. — she had seen many women naked in her soccer career, the locker rooms are basically covered from head to toe in boobs, waists, ass, lips, necks, skin, sweat— basically a lesbian’s heaven.
But Isagi wasn’t a lesbian. Lesbians are prudes and weird— they all stare at girls just like men do. They’re literally no better than a man. It’s disgusting! It’s a betrayal to all women. Looking at them like objects!
The way Isagi looked at women’s body was different. She admired them. She loved them. Not in a perverted way— it was just, admiration, you know? Watching a woman and thinking she’s beautiful is completely different than lusting after them!
But, God fucking damn. Walking into the locker room and seeing grown women all over the place, naked— showering, talking, laughing, putting on lotion, lipstick— oh God.
Looking at those girls— women. Undressing, touching each other, putting sunscreen on, their thighs—
She internally cursed herself for thinking such absolutely impure thoughts about other women! They’re supposed to be safe places— she is a feminist! She’s completely against women being ogled at, it’s disgusting and weird—
“Yoichi.”
She’s snapped out of her daze of self confliction by a familiar, annoying voice sliced through the impure thoughts inside her head.
“Michelle—“
She turns around and looks at the taller blonde woman, but instead of seeing her in the red gold and black Bastard München uniform, she sees a lace blue push up bra in her face, probably C cup boobs sitting inside of them perfectly— round and plump. Staring directly at her, almost eye level.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, Yoichi.”
Instead of a remark about how much of a psychopathic bitch Kaiser is, all that came out her Isagi’s lips were blabbing more like a baby trying to say “mommy” for the first time.
“What’s wrong? You’ve never seen a chest before?”
“N..no! I have. Yours are uhm.. just..”
“Right in my face…”
The young ravenette girl looked up at her and bit her lips white. Her eyes somewhat glossy and blue eyes looking into Kaiser’s.
“Oh yeah? Why do you care? I mean I’m sure you’ve seen boobs plenty of times.”
“Well.. I.. I just can’t..- why are you so close?”
“I’m always close to you, why’s this time different?”
“Tits.”
“Mhm, what about them?”
“They’re— like.. right there..”
“So what? You some kind of lesbian?”
“NO!”
“No?”
“No.”
“Sure sweetheart.”
The single word, sweetheart. Made her feel her thighs press together involuntarily, letting out a small whine.
“You’re so much prettier when you’re not bitching.”
“Thanks..”
The ‘thanks’ spat out of her mouth quicker than she could think, and Michelle let out a laugh that was more sinister than anything and pinched isagi’s nose before walking away giggling.
As Kaiser left her alone finally, she got dressed out of her match clothes and into sleep wear.
That night, Isagi woke up in a hot sweat, thighs pressed together after having a very detailed dream about Michelle.
As she looked around the room, noting at everyone else in her room was asleep, she crawled out of bed and snuck her way to Kaiser’s room.
Knock knock
No response.
Knock knock
No response.
“MICHELLE OPEN THE DOOR!”
Isagi yelled out, and around 30 seconds later a very disheveled looking Michelle Kaiser opened the door angrily.
“Yoichi?! What do you want at this hour!”
Isagi then gathered up a ton of courage and spat out a sentence that was more slurred than anything.
“You’re a fucking psycho clown of a bitch and you’re so fucking rudeandannyoingandbitchyanddisgustinglyassholelike— BUT I want to shove my face in your tits while you fuck me!”
“… I’m glad you’re finally admitting that you like me, but.. maybe when trying to get someone to fuck you, be nicer about it.”
“Please fuck me, you psychopathic bitch.”
“A lot better, now get on the bed.”
Isagi instantly obeyed, something she never thought she’d do anywhere near Kaiser, but she laid down on the king sized bed Michelle so graciously got.
She laid back on the soft pillows, pressing her thighs together as Michelle climbed onto her, shoving her knee in between Isagi’s sweaty thighs.
“Who’s a good little slut?”
“Me! Me me me—“
“Good girl.”
A moan escaped isagi’s red lips, and her hands rolled up Kaiser’s shirt, showing off that same lace bra that had started all this.
“Mommy I love your tits..”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“You wanna feel mommy’s tits baby?”
“YES.”
“Then go on.”
“Yes mommy.”
Isagi felt up Michelle’s beautiful body, all up from her ass to her waist— from her waist to her ribs, and finally unclipping that annoying ass bra, pulling it off her.
Kaiser let out a small groan, then a whimper at the cold air on her tits, then isagi’s colder hands gripping them like they were stress balls.
“Mommy.. you’re so pretty..”
“Glad you’re finally admitting it sweetie.”
Kaiser leaned back away from isagi’s tight grip on her tits and climbed off her.
“Nooo.. why??”
“Take off your panties, whore.”
“Yes mommy..”
Isagi pulled off her panties as Kaiser did the same, pulling off her laced underwear that matched her bra.
Kaiser had such a pretty cunt, it was pink and hairless, showing off her beauty as a whole.
“Mommy you’re so pretty..”
“You said that already sweetie.”
“Sorry…”
“It’s okay cutie.”
“Im gonna make you feel good, okay?”
Kaiser’s voice was full of truth and promise as she climbed on top of Isagi and moved her thigh to sit over Isagi’s stomach, pressing their cunts together.
“Ah..! Fuck sweetie..”
Isagi moaned even louder as Kaiser started to push her body against hers, whining loudly.
“Mommy!-“
Michelle continued to rub her pussy against Isagi’s, arching her back.
“Good girl, keep rubbing like that.”
Isagi continued to rub their clits together, until very quickly, that very familiar feeling started building up in her stomach, starting to whine and cry a lot louder than necessary, earning a slap on the face from Kaiser.
“Be quiet, bitch.”
“Yes mommy—“
She muttered, but she really tried, so hard, but the stimulation was just too much and she yelled out as that same knot in her stomach bursted, her orgasm hitting her harder than any slap from Kaiser could.
Michelle followed quickly after, her hand landing on isagi’s neck, choking her and scratching at her skin with her acrylic almond nails.
They both sat in silence besides the gaspy breathing shared between the two of them.
Eventually Kaiser let go of her neck and gave her a small kiss on the lips and collapsed in bed right next to her.
Maybe Isagi would regret this tomorrow, but who knows— maybe she’ll finally figure out she’s a raging fucking lesbian.