Makoto finishes her transformation into a trashy bimbo.

Ren pulled back, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he awkwardly wiped Makoto’s glossy lipstick smudge from his mouth with the back of his hand. She blinked up at him, dazed and grinning like an idiot, that last kiss sealing her old self's fate, the one who gave a shit about grades or justice or whatever, evaporated like cheap perfume. Poof! Gone forever, replaced by this permanently cock-drunk version of her that only knew how to moan, spread her legs and shake her slutty ass for the camera. "Mmm, Ren-Ren," she slurred, her voice thick with arousal as she squirmed on the damp barstool, her soaked thong clinging to her plump pussy lips. "Didja talk to dat reporter lady like ya wanted?" Her hand slid down her own thigh, fingers brushing over the wet satin between her legs as she leaned closer, her heavy tits spilling out of her top. "I wanna go home and fuck! Like, right now. My cunt’s so empty, baby…" She punctuated the plea with a whine, bucking her hips against her own touch.

Ren stammered, his eyes darting anywhere but her exposed cleavage. "O-Ohya? Uh, yeah, sorta…" He scratched the back of his neck, looking profoundly uncomfortable as Makoto’s fingers dipped beneath the elastic of her thong, teasing her swollen clit. "She gave me… a tip? About… something." He trailed off, his gaze snagging on her busy hand before he jerked it away, his ears burning. Makoto giggled—god, he was so cute when he got all flustered! Not like the guys at Sae’s studio, who just grunted and shoved their dicks down her throat without a word. Ren was… different. Soft. Even when he fucked her raw in that dusty attic, pounding her brains out while Sae licked her tits, he’d sometimes blush if she moaned too loud. It was adorable. Screw those losers like the director or Principal Kobayakawa? Her Ren-Ren's cock was thicker, and he always came buckets inside her.... and for some reason her and Sae actually love how nice he is to them.

"C’mon, let’s bounce! I need ya buried in me, Ren-Ren. Or…" She bit her glossy lip, a dopey, brilliant idea striking her. "Wanna go see Sae at the studio first? She’s shootin’ that new bukkake scene today! We could… help?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, already imagining the warm, salty flood coating her tongue, Ren’s hand ran through in her hair as he watched. Her pussy clenched, another gush of arousal soaking her thong. "Pleeeeessssee?" She whined... All the while her eyes were glued to his crotch....