The Corruption of Ryuko Matoi [pt. I]

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

This was hardly the first time Sukuyo had walked in to her home smelling so pungently of sweat, though it was the first time the heavy thick musk had come from someone other than her family.

Closing the door behind her carefully, Sukuyo stepped through the house towards the newly constructed living room. Noises of pornography mixed with soft groans and shlicking grew ever closer as she approached, with the sweet aroma of Ryuko even more so. Sukuyo was happy that her new job as part of the catering staff had stopped after lunch, it meant she got to have the first view of their house guest on her bed with legs spread and hands a blur. Just in time to watch a spray of tangy juices shoot out from between Ryuko’s legs and splatter against a tissue she’d laid out on the futon in front of her.

Ryuko was clearly heavily enjoying herself. Her body was a live wire of oversensitivity. Every nerve ending screamed as she lay her head back from yet another successful wank. Her clit throbbed with a dull yet persistent ache, a beat that matched her frantic breathing and thumping heartbeat.

Nine times.

She had been given three tissues to splatter with her juice, and yet she shifted the ninth tissue to the pile she’d accumulated throughout the day of masturbation.

The dam had really uncorked after the first one. Experiencing her first ever orgasm had scared her only briefly before she realised she could find that peak again. And again. And again, and again, and again. Something about the porn on screen mixed with her newfound libido had caused her hands to grow a mind of their own, repeatedly exploring her depths and pushing into her squishy pussy at almost every opportunity.

After the fourth time Ryuko had lost all sense of modesty, keeping her eyes glued to the big dick porn to effortlessly begin the cycle anew. Trying the positions on screen, like face down with legs spread as the phantom cock fucked her from behind. Or leg high so he could go in on the side. Or when she masturbated solely with her tits.

She knew she couldn’t just masturbate forever, but the urges and discovery of her own body was just repeatedly getting the better of Ryuko’s senses. Even now, even while panting and throbbing, the way the blonde lady on the TV was getting railed was making Ryuko reach over for-

Her eyes finally landed upon the woman smiling from the doorway.

“Would you like any assistance?”

“AAAHHH!” Ryuko screamed, tumbling off the bed in a panicked heap, scrambling to put her pajamas right. “I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!”

Sukuyo tilted her head, “Really? So was that excitement you spread on my bedsheets, or were you simply relieving yourself? Do we need to train you how to use the bathroom?”

“...” Ryuko could barely look at the woman, blood was filling her face too much to control her eyes. “...it… it wasn’t piss…” she admitted, grinding her teeth in frustration at being caught. “Your fatass husband just made me splatter three tissues as homework…”

“Oh? So the other six tissues are-?”

“I-I’m-!” Ryuko frantically jumped in front of the tissues, collecting them up both embarrassed and angry. “Look, Barazo is gonna make me do this tomorrow too! I just thought if I get it done when I’m all… riled up, then I don’t have to do it tomorrow!”

“And so you’ll just sit there?” asked Sukuyo, tilting her head towards the pornography on screen, “Alone all day with this erotic material playing? You would do nothing?”

“I…” Ryuko trailed off, hiding her six other tissues in her drawer while knowing the truth about what she would do. “I dunno. What does it matter? It’s just shlicking, no biggie.”

“Hmm, I see,” said Sukuyo, looking thoughtful at first before giving the younger woman a large smile. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind on such a topic, Ryuko. Now you and Mako can finally masturbate together as friends, and she doesn’t have to keep doing it in the bath out of fear you’ll hate her.”

Ryuko blinked, “...Mako really felt that way…?”

Before she could question it further, a glass of liquid was thrust into her face.

“It’s always healthy to stay hydrated. Passing out is no fun for anyone, Ryuko-chan.”

With a slight shrug, Ryuko took the glass and glugged it down. She hadn’t realised just how much she needed it, and felt relieved when Sukuyo took the empty glass and refilled it for another glug fest. Once three cups had been drunk, Ryuko kept hold of the glass. “Um… Sorry about, uh, using your bed like that…”

“I’m sure my husband wanted you to use it. He’ll likely be happy our bed smells so much like you,” said Sukuyo. Ryuko just grimaced at that revelation. “To think you went nine times in a row like that. I can see why he has an interest in you, Ryuko-chan.”

“How the hell do you do it…?”

Sukuyo tilted her head, “Do what?”

“Live with him!” Ryuko exploded, “You seem relatively normal compared to the chauvinistic pig in human clothes he is. Doesn’t even the idea of him doing it with other women make you upset? It’s pretty clear that something happened with that slut Satsuki…”

There was a beat as Sukuyo seemed to just smile at Ryuko, eyes calmly closed as the silence drew on before standing up. “How about we draw a bath? A hot one. With some of my special mystery salts.”

“W-wait!” Ryuko called out. But then suddenly smelling just how sweaty she was, “...fine. But I still want an answer.”

Ryuko was compliant enough to be led to the bathroom. Everything about the Mankanshoku’s was a surprising blur, and Sukuyo’s ability to mother was no different, having the bath already prepared for Ryuko by the time she’d reached the bathroom. With a shrug, she stripped down and sank into the steaming hot water, the special mystery salts tingling on her skin. The ache in her wanking muscles began to fade, replaced by a soothing warmth.

Sukuyo knelt by the tub, a washcloth in her hand. “Here, let me,” she said, and began to scrub Ryuko's back with firm, practiced strokes. Ryuko flinched at first, then melted into the touch. It wasn't sexual, clearly these were the same actions that Sukuyo washed Mako and Mataro with. The woman’s touch was maternal and caring, things Ryuko wasn’t particularly used to.

“Th-thanks…” she stammered.

“You know,” Sukuyo said casually as she worked, “My Barazo wasn't always like this. He used to be much more shy. Just a quiet back-alley doctor before I found him.”

“Huh… weird to imagine that.”

“Many women never gave him a chance. If I’m honest, at first I was looking for a man to marry that would take moderate care of me. I thought little of myself and my plain looks. I was just looking for anyone that could provide me a provincial life…”

Ryuko looked around awkwardly, “C-come on, Ms. Mankanshoku… you’re still an a-attractive lady-”

“And then I saw his cock.”

“!?” Ryuko squeaked as her hand suddenly started scrubbing Ryuko’s stomach, edging dangerously close to her aching clit.

“The thickness. The veins. The endless ENDLESS libido. Oh god, the first time we did it I felt like I could die from pleasure. I had to wonder if other women had been turned away by his weight, or tried to ride that beast and couldn’t hold on. I think we made Mako that very first night, I knew I could never ever let him go after that. My libido had to grow just to survive him night after night.”

“Ms M-Mankanshoku! Y-your hands! Ah!”

“I awoke the beast in him, you know. I was the hornier one to start with, thinking he would turn me away for being too slutty. But he matched me and surpassed me during our many, many restless nights together,” said Sukuyo, still scrubbing away while looking wistfully away from the girl she was teasing, “I tell him the reason I let other girls loose on him because I can’t handle him like I used to. But really? I just love seeing how much of a stud he’s become. My shy husband with a big dick, now a huge fashion star. And Satsuki Kiryuin bending over backwards just to keep him around. Stretching out so many young cunts with that huge throbbing meat. Isn’t that incredible, Ryuko-chan?”

“SSMCUUMMINGGGG!!!!”

Ryuko’s pussy shot out a full on tidal wave of juice right onto the sponge Sukuyo was using, as well as across the bathroom. The older woman blinked, having been lost in her story and thoughts, not realising just how much she was rubbing against Ryuko’s overly sensitive spots.

The younger girl seemed mortified. Panting while covering her face, as if she was some sordid freak that couldn’t even be around humans anymore.

Sukuyo seemed surprised, but nonplussed, delicately pouring some water on the girl’s sweaty body.

“Hmhm, well it’s a good thing we’re in the bath already, isn’t it?”

“S-sorry…”

Sukuyo just chuckled, placing the sponge beside the embarrassed younger woman, “Sorry? Ryuko-chan, you have nothing to be sorry for. That was a very impressive demonstration. Your body is just... enthusiastic. It's a good thing.”

Ryuko finally peeled her hands away from her face, “Really?”

The motherly figure nodded. Sukuyo wanted to tell her that it was especially good for Barazo, since he loved a woman with a hair trigger and a healthy sexual appetite, but the vibe didn’t seem right to tell her. Besides, Sukuyo lost the chance to speak when a new voice called out from the bathroom doorway.

“Wowee! Ryuko-chan really sends her lower juices flying!”

Ryuko snapped her head round to the sudden intruder.

“MAKO!”

“Uh-oh! I’m in a pinch!” Mako exclaimed, quickly rushing away from the scene as her naked bestie stormed after her.

The two were blurs of speed as one chased the other around the bathroom, with Sukuyo gently kneeling in the center as she watched them rush around. “I knew the guys were peeping toms, but I didn’t think you were too, Mako!”

“Sorry, Ryuko-chan! I just thought it was really cool!” Mako wailed, “Do you want to see how far I squirt to compare?”

“SHUT UP!!”

Ryuko caught the fleeing Mako and pinned the maid outfit girl to the floor in rage. Mako flailing around in a panic beneath her naked form. It all seemed like playful fighting of siblings to Sukuyo, but she did have to step in for a different reason.

“Mako-chan, shouldn’t you be in class right now?” her mother asked.

Mako winced at the accusation, looking a little sheepish for a second, “It’s break time… I was just coming in to keep Ryuko-chan company! I didn’t know this company would see Ryuko-chan cumming!”

Ryuko exhaled sharply, unimpressed but calming down. She got her knee off of Mako’s back and let her stand back up, “Hey Mako… I heard you were worried I’d be upset at you if I ever found you… squirting. I just wanted you to know that it ain’t fair of me to judge that shit. You’re letting me stay in your room, if you have… needs, then just tell me and I’ll let you do whatever.”

Mako stood, giving a second to process what Ryuko was saying before her eyes grew shinier and wider than ever before.

“Ryuko-chan! You want to be shlick sisters!”

Blink blink. “...wha-?”

Grabbing her by the hand and dragging her away like she was discarded laundry, Mako whisked Ryuko away towards the living room, “I always heard shlick sisters meant two girls were the best of best friends! I can share all the best techniques, and toys, and we can watch porn together as we do it! I saw the stuff you were watching on TV, wow those boys had big wieners!”

“Hey! I didn’t say-! WAIT!”

Sukuyo just smiled as the two disappeared from view, “How nice for them~” she hummed, standing up and stripping to take her own turn in the bath. “I wonder how my shlick sister is getting on these days…?”

Being on suspension meant the days began to bleed together for Matoi Ryuko.

She knew it would last at least a few days before she could go back to school, but each passing hour made it clear that she had a long way to go.

Barazo kept giving her new rules to follow. All these ‘tips and tricks’ to make her a more productive member of society through emulating the kind of person he was. She knew she had to follow each instruction to the letter, but the amount of embarrassment she was feeling while doing so was growing exponentially.

Masturbation became second nature to her. Whenever the family left she felt that itch compelling her to return to the TV and start wasting her day stroking away. She was fascinated by just how much porn there was, as it had yet to loop or play any reruns, some of it even having just enough plot for her to get invested. Like the one about the man trapped in a fantasy world and fucking a bunch of big breasted cosplayers dressed as various elves, princesses, and orcs. She was somewhat annoyed when she missed an episode for dinner, when it was clear he had a succubus on his growing team.

What happened at said dinner? Well, a new rule of course. Sitting at the head of the table was a way for Ryuko to see the world from Barazo’s alpha male perspective. However, obviously, he was already sitting there. As such, Ryuko sat on his lap the entire time. Wrapped between his meaty thighs while they ate together, and trying her hardest not to focus on the throbbing meat pressing against her butt cheek as she ate. Their sexes separated by only a few pieces of thin fabric. It made the whole meal rather difficult for Ryuko, not only did she have to deal with his crumbs falling down on her hair as she ate at a more human pace, she also had a burning need to go and masturbate while feeling such a huge pipe against her pussy.

Of course, Mako’s ‘Shlick Sisters’ mentality wasn’t helping either. After every evening meal (and several break times) Mako would sit right next to Ryuko and begin stroking off alongside Ryuko’s private time, so much that Ryuko had stopped protesting. Getting to hear Mako’s moans wasn’t exactly a turn off and she’d already shown Ryuko the wonders of a dildo, and the amount of positions/pleasure one can squeeze out of such a device. Mako obviously had showed her at blistering speed, pistoning the device out of her pussy faster than Ryuko would ever hope to achieve without Senketsu’s assistance.

That was her nightly ritual, but during the day Barazo was in no way making her slouch on her progression.
There was the day that he decided that they should wash together.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you start anything weird, I’m drowning you.”

Having done so with his wife, Ryuko had no real argument against this. He claimed it was to save water, she knew it was just for seeing her naked, but all the same she followed him to the bath and took off her clothes.

Barazo reacted exactly as expected. His eyes bulged. His tongue rolled from his mouth. His hands curled around invisible versions of her breasts while drool slid down his chin.

“Woo-hoo! Look at those perky Ryuko-boobies! That waist! Those angry little butt cheeks!”

She punched him in that big fat gut, doubling him over, “One more noise.” she threatened.

A strangled whimper escaped him. “A dignified silence shall now begin.”

Ryuko grimaced and began scrubbing his back.

She told herself his attention meant nothing. Barazo was a ridiculous, fat, sweaty pervert whose body appeared to have been assembled from belly, hair and leftover parts. Being ogled by him should have irritated her and nothing more.
Yet her shoulders drew back when his gaze settled on her. She shifted in ways that made her boobs move beneath the water. When she caught him looking at her ass, she scowled but didn't immediately turn it away.

If she had the capacity to be honest with herself, Ryuko may have even admitted to enjoying the attention, although that might have been primarily because of the erection.

She had felt it pressing against her at dinner often enough, but this was the first time she had seen the thing completely uncovered. Barazo’s towel slipped aside when he sat, exposing a cock that hung absurdly low even while soft, thick enough to rest with genuine weight against one hairy thigh. Beneath it sagged a huge, loose sack, its contents shifting heavily as he settled onto the strained bath stool.

Ryuko stared despite herself.

It was ugly. Calling a cock pretty seemed stupid anyway, but Barazo’s looked especially unconcerned with appearances. Coarse black hair crowded its base. Heavy veins showed beneath the skin even before it hardened, and a pale rim of smegma clung beneath the loose fold of foreskin covering part of the broad head.

Then it began to rise.

The shaft thickened and lifted away from his thigh, those veins swelling into raised cords as blood filled it. His foreskin dragged back behind the expanding cockhead, exposing the dirty crease beneath it and a glossy slit that soon leaked a clear bead of precum. By the time it reached full hardness, so many thick inches stood beneath Barazo’s belly, too heavy to point neatly upward and too massive for Ryuko to take in without letting her gaze travel along its entire length.

All the pornography she had consumed during her suspension had taught her what a real cock was supposed to look like.

Most of it was big-dick porn. Hour after hour of enormous cocks stretching women open, pounding them until their faces went slack and leaving their pussies swollen, dripping and reshaped around the men who had used them. Ryuko had watched so much of it that the big no longer looked exceptional. Somewhere during those long afternoons, it had become her idea of normal sex. A real cock was supposed to be huge. It was supposed to demand effort, force a woman’s body to accommodate it and hit deeply enough that she could not keep pretending nothing was happening.

Mako sometimes changed the channel to videos with attractive young men, smooth bodies, styled hair, and narrow little dicks that slipped into women without any apparent effort. Those scenes were gentle and pretty and completely fucking boring. Ryuko could never imagine those weak-looking things stretching her, battering her, or leaving her too stunned to move.

Their cocks looked weak.

Barazo’s did not.

His erection was gross, vascular and excessive, a sweat-greased mass of meat with enough weight behind it to look less like an ornament than a weapon. The broad head appeared built to force its way inward, while the thick, ridged shaft promised to drag against every part of a cunt stretched around it. Even the smegma beneath its foreskin made it seem more physical than the polished cocks on television, unmistakably attached to a living, sweating man rather than presented for admiration.

Ryuko understood oversized weapons. She understood roaring engines, brutal machinery and tools built with more power than anyone sensible would need.

Barazo’s cock was cool.

The thought irritated her immediately.

Worse, it changed the way the rest of him looked.

Barazo remained fat, hairy and ridiculous, but the enormous cock and balls beneath his belly pulled those qualities into something aggressively masculine. His bulk looked like weight he could bring down behind every thrust. His thick thighs seemed built to drive that shaft for hours. Even the sweat glistening across his body belonged to the same crude abundance.

Ryuko’s pussy tightened beneath the bathwater.

She resented him for that almost as much as she resented herself.

He had given her no order, no hint that he wanted it, but Ryuko had wrapped a hand cloth around his length and began to ‘clean’ him all on her own.

She’d rationalised that she had to clean him anyway and that thoroughness would get her back to school quicker. In reality, she probably just wanted to get a proper feel for the thing.

It did not disappoint.

Back and forth Ryuko stroked along Barazo’s shaft. Focused only on ‘cleaning’ it and not who it was attached to, she got to stare deeply at the shifting mass of meat, the leaky precum bubbling into the bathwater, those thick veins, rugged skin that would drag along inside her aching pussy…

Her heartbeat was growing faster by the second, her pace even more so.

The men in the pornography always started breathing differently before they came. Their hips pushed into the woman’s hand. Their balls tightened. Their cocks swelled, then erupted over whatever body part had been placed in front of them.

She had watched women receive enormous loads across their faces, tongues and tits. They always looked so pleased afterward, smiling through streaks of white while the men’s cocks continued twitching in front of them.
Ryuko had never smelled semen.

She had never tasted it.

Her hand sped up.

A thick pulse traveled through Barazo’s shaft. The head jerked toward her face, glossy with precum.

Ryuko leaned closer without realizing it. Her lips parted as she watched the slit open with each heavy throb. She wondered how much those huge balls could hold, whether the first shot would clear her head or land across her cheek, whether the smell would carry the same musky heat as the rest of him.
Her tongue touched her lower lip.

But then, just as it looked like she was totally lost in her action with a facial in her future, Barazo stood up. “Thanks for that, Ryuko-chan! I feel so much cleaner!”

“Huh?! Uh, buh… y-you’re welcome?” she stammered, watching as he left the bathroom and grabbed his wife to drag her into the bedroom.

It frustrated Ryuko to no end that feeling of loss when he both didn’t cum nor fuck her.

She didn’t WANT to be fucked. Probably. He’d already tried that on day two, saying her second rule was to get pregnant with his child. She kicked him in the stomach hard enough for him to reach the other tower of Honnoji. Not only did that not work because of the context of his control (in her mind she was trying to become more like him, and he couldn’t exactly become pregnant with his own child… she hoped), but also because she felt like he was just joking around. Trying to take advantage of their new relationship. No way that was rule two, he was just being a perv. Her resistance managing to hold off the life fibers taking complete control of her mind.

So Barazo had taken a different tactic: denial.

Not in any way intentionally mind you, no no no. Let’s be honest, he’s really not smart enough to figure that shit out. No, he just got beat the shit out of twice for asking so decided to wait a while before asking again.

Thanks to Mako, Ryuko now had a sense of how it felt to get fucked with something long and hard. However, also thanks to Mako’s choices of average sized plastic toys, she also hadn’t exactly stretched out her cunt as much as she imagined she could. Getting to stroke Barazo as he bathed, feeling exactly how long and hard that piece of meat was… well, suddenly the dildos weren’t even slightly cutting it.

The next few days were a frustration to say the least. Ironically, she started wearing less around the house, masturbating so often with her pyjama pants off that she stopped wearing them for easier access. Eventually just going around in a bikini that absorbed more of her leaky pussy juice.

Barazo’s rules were supposed to be a way for her to ‘prove’ herself to him, that she would then be able to rejoin society under his tutelage, but if anything she was becoming more animalistic as time progressed. Washing only when Barazo was and cleaning his Satsuki splattered cock before masturbating with Mako in frustration from the lack of action.
Other rules began to pile on, like when he got everyone in the house to give Ryuko a firm butt slap whenever she did something right. A sort of ‘carrot and stick’ situation that only led to all members of the house routinely spanking Ryuko for doing almost anything. If she helped with the dishes? All would take a turn rapidly spanking a cheek. Did the laundry? Spank spank spank! If she masturbated? Well, that’s just following Barazo’s rules! Big spanks for that! Ryuko didn’t even hate it after a while. The sharp thwacks kept making her feel so weird and horny, it didn’t help her porn addiction at all.

Masturbating all day. Sitting in Barazo’s lap at dinner. Washing his body. Getting spanked by everyone in the house. Then winding down before bed by shlicking with Mako. This was her life now. And though she wanted to get back to finding out about her father’s killer, that voice inside her was slowly growing quieter as she focused on her training.

Though all this came to a head on Saturday.