Her disappointment is palpable

Mina's night takes a sharp nosedive. Her mood quickly sours as she receives a text message from an unknown number. Opening it, she discovers that it's from none other than Mineta, a person she hoped to avoid. He had managed to steal her number, and his message dripped with a twisted sense of power.

"Pinky, I got your number. It's amazing how easily people can be manipulated. Now, let's talk about the price for the deletion of this picture. We should meet up soon to discuss it," his message read.

Mina's body shivered, a mix of disgust, fear, and perhaps even a strange allure. She didn't want to admit it, but deep down, there was a sick, twisted power dynamic that fascinated her. She pushed those thoughts aside, refusing to give them any more attention than necessary.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, Mina responded, her hands trembling as she typed. "Think you can sneak into the girls' dorms, you creepy ass? Fine, let's get this over with. The sooner I can block this number, the safer I'll feel."

His reply came swiftly, sending a sinking feeling to the pit of Mina's stomach. "Who do you think I am? Be there in 5."

Reality hit Mina hard. This was happening. She sat up, looking around her room, her mind racing as she quickly tidied away anything that could be used against her. Ochako's bra, her dildo, and her soiled laundry—all hidden away. At least then, she would only have to negotiate a price for the picture of her bare pussy that Mineta had secretly taken during class earlier that day. The anticipation, a mix of fear, anger, and the twisted excitement of being forced into a sexual encounter surged through Mina's body. She prepared herself mentally for the upcoming meeting, unsure of what lay ahead. Mina realizes she forgot to put on a bra. As she moves to remedy the situation, a small knock interrupts her, and her heart sinks. It seems he'll have the opportunity to ogle her chest during their meeting. She quickly opens the door, greeted by the creepy presence of Mineta, who grins at her silently. Anxious to maintain privacy, Mina ushers him inside, quickly checking if anyone saw before locking her door. Turning to face Mineta, she notices he has already made himself comfortable on her bed, patting the space beside him.

"Come on, Pinky, this will be painless, I swear," he says.

Painless wasn't her concern, but she reluctantly took a seat on the bed, letting out a sigh of disdain for the whole situation.

"So, what do you want?" Mina starts, her voice tinged with irritation.

"Well, that's the thing. I can't decide. So, I thought I'd see what you're willing to do," Mineta responds.

"And I take it beating you to a bloody pulp doesn't count?" Mina retorts, anger seeping into her voice.

"Obviously not. I'm clearly after something more sexual, Pinky. Let's not beat around the bush... unless that's what you want," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Mina blushes. "Oh, shut up, you perv, and let me think..."

She ponders what she could offer that wouldn't be outright rejected. It's clear that a simple flash or strip tease wouldn't satisfy him. She realizes she'll have to get her hands dirty, and a pang of unwilling arousal flickers in her stomach. She hates it, but she can't deny that picking her own punishment is turning her on.

"How about a reach around?" she suggests sheepishly.

"Hmm, tempting, but I doubt your hands are better than my own. You don't know where the good spots are," Mineta taunts, making Mina blush even more. She despises him.

"What about my tits? I could titty fuck you," Mina hesitantly proposes, her eyes meeting Mineta's.

His eyes light up at the suggestion. "Ooh, now that sounds fun. You have gorgeous tits," he says, shamelessly eyeing them.

Mina blushes, almost thanking him for the compliment, which she knows wouldn't be her proudest moment. Mineta continues, outlining his rules.

"I have some rules though. First, if I don't cum, the deal's off. Second, I get to touch your boobies however I want during. And third, you have to talk dirty to me," he states.

Mina's eyes widen. The first rule was expected, the second she had mentally prepared for, but the third caught her off guard. "Really? How... how dirty are we talking?"

Mineta shrugs nonchalantly. "Get creative, use your feminine wiles to get my juices flowing. If you do a good job, it'll be over faster, which I know appeals to you," he remarks, hitting a nerve.

"Fine, I can deal with that. Once you cum, you'll delete the picture as promised, and I can go back to pretending you don't exist," Mina asserts.

Mineta laughs. "Oh, please. You love me; you just don't know it yet."

Ugh, what a fucking creepy asshole.

[Current Points: 9330]