The Corruption of Ryuko Matoi [pt. II]

Written in collaboration and predominantly by Cross C

Saturday began with Barazo ignoring her.

He was stretched across the couch with one hand behind his head and the other buried inside a bag of chips, watching some stupid game show instead of the endless pornography he made her watch. His belly rose beneath his stained shirt, the King’s Regalia barely visible below it, and his thick legs had spread wide.

It really pissed her off. Not that she wanted him to do anything with her, but what was the fucking point of all this then? She had to get through this training, end this stupid suspension and get back out there. She had shit to do. Find the other Scissor Blade, track down the one who murdered her dad and fucking kill them.

His family had all gone for a visit to Satsuki’s house for the day. She’d specifically only requested his presence, but Barazo hadn’t read between the lines of why she wanted him there, instead choosing to do nothing on his day off and spend some time catching up with his true love: lying on the couch. His family were all currently running around Satsuki’s mansion exploring, much to her infinite chagrin, though she was interested in hearing about Mako talk about the ‘shlick sister’ setup.

Meanwhile, Ryuko stood beside the couch in the red bikini she had started wearing around the house. The bottoms were already damp and wedged between her ass cheeks, but Barazo barely glanced away from the television.

After staring at him to the side for a while with an impatient tap to her foot, Ryuko finally got too annoyed to not speak.

“Alright, I’ll bite, what’s today’s rule?”

Barazo crunched slowly through a mouthful of chips. “No rule. It’s Saturday. My~ day~ off~”

“Oi. That’s not how this works. You’re supposed to be teaching me something.”

“I’m teaching you how to relax.” He reached into the bag again. “Very important lesson. One of my specialties~”

Ryuko folded her arms beneath her breasts and waited for him to notice what the motion did to them. His eyes remained fixed on the game show.

That made her angrier.

She walked in front of the television and pretended to search beneath the coffee table, bending far enough for the tiny bikini bottom to disappear between her cheeks. Barazo leaned sideways to see around her. When she shifted to block him again, he sighed.

“Ryuko-chan, are you fighting the television?”

“I’m trying to get you to pay attention.”

“To what?”

“To my training, dumbass!”

Barazo finally looked at her properly. His gaze traveled over the little red top, her bare stomach and the narrow strip covering her pussy, but his expression remained irritatingly casual.

“You seem to be doing fine.”

“Fine?” Ryuko straightened. “You’ve had me watching porn, sitting on your lap and washing your cock all week. Now you’re just going to lie there?”

He shrugged, “You need to act more like me to get back into school, and sometimes I wanna laze.”

“Yet every time you go back to your room with Sukuyo you shake the whole fucking house! Why aren’t you teaching me that shit?!”

“How to fuck my wife?”

“NO! How to fuck m-!” She snarled, catching herself just before she’d said something embarrassing. “...we both know what the next step of this whole suspension thing is, and I’m r-ready… to go back to school! So just… get on with it!”

Somehow his lack of reaction was annoying her more than anything. Where was the love drunk looney toon that would have floated in the air and spun around in circles just from her raising her top a little bit? Was he having so much sex now that her in a bikini was a desensitised image? Or was he testing her ability to seduce?

With a pout he raised his loose shirt to reveal a slight bruise on his belly. “I got kicked across the academy the last two times I suggested anything more.”

“That never stopped you from being a pervert.”

“No, but it taught me patience.” He sat up only briefly to take a faux monk pose before winking at her with a grin and lying back down on his precious couch.

Ryuko’s jaw tightened. She hated how reasonable that sounded coming from him. She hated even more that some part of her had expected him to keep pushing until she finally had an excuse to stop resisting.

She planted one knee beside his thigh. The Regalia was no longer barely visible. Its pouch had begun to swell beneath his belly, pressing warm and solid against the inside of her leg.

“I didn’t say you should stop completely,” she muttered.

Barazo looked down at the contact, then back at her face. “What are you asking for?”

“I’m not asking for anything.” Ryuko leaned closer, refusing to retreat even as her pulse quickened. “Maybe I just want to see whether all that crap you made me watch taught me anything. Maybe I want to find out whether you’re actually as good as everyone keeps acting like you are.”

“Why, Ryuko-chan! Are you saying I should gasp! cheat on my wife with a woman as old as my daughter?”

She knew the surprise was fake, but decided to just keep going for the sake of lifting her suspension. And other reasons she’d never admit. “I’m just… I need to be like you, and so I’m doing what Mankanshoku Barazo would do,” she replied, still annoyed by this whole thing, “So I’ll just be a perverted freak and stare at your dick until you finally admit you wanna take this to the next level.”

Sucking in her lips, she gently moved his shirt away from his crotch to lock eyes firmly with that piece of meat. It was still in it’s Kingly confines, but the sight of it twitching from so close still made her womb quiver uncontrollably.

Part of her wondered if she should raise the stakes. Go down and sniff it, smush her cheeks against it, steal his underwear… but thankfully she didn’t have to become that perv when Barazo started to move.

She expected a howl, a victory pose or some grand declaration about his irresistible masculinity.

Barazo only shrugged, brushed the crumbs from his stomach and stood.

“I’m so proud of my little pervert Ryuko-chan~!” he chuckled lightly, ruffling her hair like a real papa, “Come on. Let’s head into the bedroom and play around a bit.”

Ryuko stared after him as he ambled toward the hallway.

That was it?

She had spent days thinking about the massive cock she had stroked in the bath, and he treated the prospect of getting his hands on her like something to pass the time during a commercial break. Ryuko wasn’t exactly thrilled to have her virginity be comparable to a quick piss. Why didn’t he wanna fuck her like Johnny Sins did to Peyton Presley in that three parter of Backdoor Buttfuck Sluts they watched after dinner last night?

The casualness irritated her enough to cover the excitement gathering between her thighs.

“Play around a bit?” she called after him. “Don’t get full of yourself. I’m only curious.”

Barazo opened the bedroom door and waved her inside. “That’s how most great discoveries begin.”

Ryuko clicked her tongue and walked past him, matching his lazy attitude as best she could.

The door shut behind them.

The bed had survived several days of Barazo and Sukuyo only because the Construction Club had reinforced it twice. Thick metal brackets now joined the frame, and the headboard had been bolted directly into the wall. Ryuko had tried not to think about why that had been necessary.

She stopped beside it, suddenly aware of how little her bikini covered.

Neither of them moved for a moment.

“Well?” she demanded. “You said we were going to play around, but so far you’re just standing there gawking.”

Barazo glanced down at himself, then back at her. “You’re standing there too, Ryuko-chan. I figured we were both just perverts building anticipation.”

Ryuko glared at him, then reached behind her neck and pulled the knot of her bikini top loose. The tiny triangles fell away from her tits. Her nipples were already hard, pink and pebble-stiff under his gaze.

“There,” she said. “Happy?”

Barazo looked at her chest.

“Pretty nice.”

“Pretty nice?”

“Very nice,” he corrected. “Compact. Perky. Easy to manage with one hand. As a professional fashion man, I can say with certainty that your tits are within the top three pairs of the house. Easily.”

Ryuko nearly threw the bikini top at his face. She had imagined him drooling, hollering, or at least saying something obscene about her boobs. Instead, he sounded like he was judging a sandwich.

Then he reached out and pinched one nipple.

The irritation vanished in a sharp breath.

“Ah!”

Barazo rolled the hard little point between his thick fingertips, watching her face rather than her chest. His other hand cupped her second breast, the broad palm almost swallowing the compact mound.

Ryuko’s back straightened.

“You could warn me.”

“Why?”

“Because you just grabbed me.”

“You came in here to get grabbed. It would be ruder not to.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but Barazo pinched harder.

The answer turned into a thin gasp.

He knew exactly how much pressure to use. That bothered her almost as much as the pleasure. Barazo was supposed to be a clumsy, fat pervert who got caught peeping through walls. His hands should have been greedy and useless.

Instead, one thumb circled her nipple while two fingers tugged the other. He alternated between squeezing the soft flesh of her tits and teasing their sensitive tips until Ryuko’s breathing became uneven.

She tried to keep her usual scowl.

Barazo looked amused. “You can stop pretending you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Shut up.”

He leaned in and put his mouth over one nipple.

Ryuko grabbed his shoulder.

His tongue dragged slowly around the stiff little point, wetting it before his lips closed and sucked. The pull went straight through her chest and down into her pussy. Her knees softened. She had played with her own nipples while masturbating, but the sensation had never been this focused or this invasive. He sucked until the whole breast felt hot, then released it and moved to the other without hurry.

Ryuko’s fingers tightened against his shirt.

“Thought you were supposed to be some kind of sex monster,” she said, voice strained. “You’re moving pretty slow.”

Barazo lifted his head.

“I’ve got all afternoon~”

Her stomach fluttered.

It was such a lazy answer. No threats, no promises. Just absolute confidence that she was not going anywhere.

Ryuko hated how much she liked it.

Barazo pushed her backward onto the bed.

She let out a squawk of outrage as she landed on her ass, breasts bouncing once. Ryuko propped herself on her elbows and held his gaze while he placed both hands on her knees. She would let him touch her because she’d chosen this. She would see whether he knew anything beyond bragging, and when he inevitably disappointed her, she would kick him out of the room and count the whole thing as another victory.

Barazo spread her legs.

The bikini bottoms pulled taut over her pussy. Days of constant masturbation had left the fabric damp, and the sight of him kneeling between her thighs had only made it worse. A dark patch now marked the center, outlining the swollen cleft beneath it.

His grin returned.

“Looks like Ryuko-chan brought her own dipping sauce.”

For a second she simply stared at him.

Then her foot shot up and planted against his cheek.

“Dipping sauce?” she snapped, grinding her heel into his face. “You say one more thing like that and I’ll dip your head in the toilet until the bubbles stop.”

Barazo caught her ankle and eased it aside, his cheek flattened beneath her sole but his expression otherwise untroubled. “Threats aren’t the pervert way, Ryuko-chan. You’re very aggressive for someone serving herself this wet.”

Before she could kick him again, he hooked one finger beneath the thin fabric and pulled it aside.

Cool air touched her pussy.

Ryuko’s stomach tightened as her wet folds came fully into view, swollen from days of constant attention and shining with fresh arousal. Her clit twitched visibly when the air reached it. Barazo looked down without the awe she had expected, his asinine grin fading into the concentrated expression of someone approaching familiar work.

He rubbed once, slow and firm, then dragged the same thumb down through her wetness. She watched his hand move over her, thick fingers parting her pussy, collecting the juice that had already begun to run toward her ass.

He slipped one finger inside.

Ryuko inhaled sharply.

Her pussy accepted it easily after a week of toys and frantic masturbation, but his finger was thicker than hers and attached to someone else. That alone made the penetration feel different. It was not something she controlled. She could not predict the angle or rhythm. She could only lie there and take whatever he decided to do.

Barazo curled the finger.

Ryuko’s thighs snapped inward around his arm.

“Oh, fuck.”

“There?”

She glared at him through narrowed eyes. “You know damn well.”

“Just checking, Ryuko-chan! If I didn’t ask I could have thought it was here!” His finger wiggled to a spot she still liked, “Or here!” How was he finding these places? “But you like it right here!” She grasped the bed tightly.

He pushed in a second finger.

“Right here.”

The stretch made her drop back onto the mattress. Barazo worked them in and out slowly, curling them against the soft place inside her that Mako had tried to explain through several minutes of frantic hand gestures. Ryuko had never managed to find it properly on her own.

Barazo found it immediately.

Her whole body tightened.

“Right there,” she blurted.

He kept the same pressure.

Ryuko’s head rolled back. Her tits rose with each quickening breath, nipples still wet and hard from his mouth. The bed shifted beneath her as her ass began pushing down to meet his fingers.

Barazo watched her do it.

“You’re fucking my hand~” teased Barazo with smug satisfaction.

Ryuko’s hips stopped for less than a second before another curl of his fingers made them push down again. His thumb settled over her clit, rubbing broad, lazy circles while the two fingers buried in her pussy continued pressing against that maddeningly sensitive place.

“I’m moving because your fat wrist keeps getting in the way,” she said, though the excuse came out breathless. “If you’re going to act like you’ve accomplished something, at least use your whole hand.”

Barazo’s eyebrows rose. “Such ambition! Only yesterday, Ryuko-chan was washing the royal equipment in the bath. Today, she demands the full practical examination. This is what teachers live for.”

He turned toward an imaginary camera and raised his free hand in a grand declaration. A spear of afternoon sunlight struck the five-star crest of the King’s Regalia, producing a brilliant horizontal lens flare that cut across the bedroom.

Enormous brush-stroke characters crashed across the air behind him.

***THE KING’S MEDICAL DEGREE ISN’T FAKE!!!***

“You’re not my teacher,” Ryuko growled. Her denial lost much of its force when his thumb pressed harder and her pussy clenched around his fingers. “You’re a fat creep who got lucky and found nice looking underwear in the garbage.”

“A king may rise from humble beginnings. Many great dynasties began in a trash can.”

“No, they fucking didn’t.”

“The Mankanshoku dynasty did, and history will have to live with it.”

Barazo bent over her before she could answer and dragged his tongue through her open pussy. Ryuko’s argument collapsed into a startled cry. He kept his fingers inside her as his tongue flattened against her clit, giving it a slow, wet stroke that made her thighs clamp around his head. His cheeks bulged between them. For one absurd moment he looked like a fat animal caught in a trap, but then his lips closed around her clit and sucked with enough precision to send a hard shudder through her stomach.

Ryuko grabbed two fistfuls of the bedspread. She had expected him to attack her pussy with the same desperate frenzy he brought to unattended food, slobbering everywhere and congratulating himself. Instead, Barazo took his time. He licked until he felt her hips begin to rise, then changed the angle of his fingers and sucked harder. Whenever her body started adjusting, he altered the rhythm just enough to keep the pleasure climbing.

“Where the hell did a lazy creep like you learn to do th-that?” she demanded. The question fractured when his tongue flicked rapidly across her clit. “Sukuyo said you were good, but I thought she was just... ah, fuck... b-raggin!”

Barazo lifted his wet mouth long enough to answer. Lowering one eyebrow and adding many dark shadow angle lines across his face to speak in a lower voice than usual. As if someone had added a giga-chad filter to the man’s usually soft face. “Hmhmhm! Your mistake was confusing laziness with incompetence. A lazy man becomes very good at anything that earns him hours in bed.”

His face returned to round as he lowered it towards Ryuko’s crotch again where enthusiasm finally overcame dignity. His tongue slurped noisily through her folds while his fingers pumped faster. Wet smacking filled the room. His nose pressed against her mound, his cheeks shone with her juice, and he made satisfied little eating noises that turned the skilled performance into something grotesquely Barazo.

“Mm-hmm. Excellent sauce,” he murmured into her pussy.

Ryuko’s heel struck his shoulder. “I warned you about calling it sauce!”

Barazo barely rocked beneath the kick. “A king must speak truth, even when truth is served spicy… and don’t talk badly about sauce or I will punish you.”

She tried to shove his head away, but his lips sealed around her clit again. The push became a grip. Ryuko’s fingers sank into his hair as he crooked both fingers firmly inside her, and the combination tore a raw moan out of her. Her ass began lifting from the mattress to chase his mouth. She could feel the orgasm approaching with humiliating speed, gathering in the base of her stomach while Barazo continued eating her pussy as casually as he had eaten the chips.

“Don’t you dare start looking so pleased with yourse-ah!” she gasped, her hips jerking against his mouth. “This doesn’t prove you’re some great stud. It only proves I’ve been... fuck... wound up all week because of all that filthy sh-shit you made me watch.”

Barazo answered by humming against her clit.

The vibration finished her.

Ryuko’s back arched until only her shoulders and ass touched the bed. Pleasure burst outward from her pussy, racing through her thighs and tightening every muscle in her stomach. Her legs locked around Barazo’s head while his fingers kept stroking that same swollen place inside her. She bit down on her forearm, but the cry still escaped around it, muffled and furious as her hips jerked against his face.

Behind her closed eyes, the bedroom vanished beneath an eruption of red light. Ryuko’s black silhouette hung against a field of blazing scarlet, tits thrust upward, legs spread around a white explosion that swallowed Barazo’s head. Five golden stars shot from the blast and punched through the ceiling one after another.

***TONGUE-TECHNIQUE DETONATION!!***

When her body finally dropped, Barazo withdrew his fingers and sat back on his heels. His face was wet from nose to chin. He wiped his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, exposing his hairy belly in the process, then squinted at the glistening fingers he had taken from her pussy. After an absurdly solemn inspection, he sucked one clean and nodded.

“Diagnosis complete!” he announced. “Acute horniness, dangerously grabby thighs and a rotten attitude, with a dash of perversion. Luckily, Dr. Barazo has discovered a treatment with almost no fatalities!”

Ryuko lay there breathing hard, one forearm thrown over her eyes. “Keep talking. I’m deciding which part of you to break first.”

“Anything but the cock!” Barazo clapped both hands protectively over the swollen pouch of the Regalia. “That’s the clinic’s most valuable medical instrument! Break one of my legs instead. I hardly use those.”

She lowered her arm and glared at him. Barazo was grinning again, pleased with himself in the utterly asinine manner she had expected from the beginning. That should have restored the natural order between them. Instead, seeing her wetness across his face made her pussy contract around nothing.

“Take those stupid things off,” she said, nodding toward the swollen Regalia. “You’ve spent all week waving that monster around. I’m done waiting for you to prove whether it’s ACTUALLY good for anything.”

Barazo climbed to his feet and hooked his thumbs beneath the golden waistband. The band sat entirely below his belly and rolled down over his hips easily enough. The pouch was less cooperative. Its living fabric had tightened around his erection until the white-and-gold material molded itself to every thick ridge, holding his cock upright even as the waistband descended toward his thighs.

Barazo pulled harder. The stretched pouch slid several inches down his shaft, then contracted and crept upward again in a rippling squeeze. His cock throbbed inside it. He grabbed his shaft through the fabric, bent the rigid length downward and attempted to peel the Regalia over the head. The living pouch tightened as if determined to suck every last drop from its king before releasing him. Barazo’s knees twitched. His first tug merely stretched the material. His second dragged it halfway over the swollen crown before it slipped from his fingers and snapped back into place, making him stagger sideways and strike his knee against the bedframe.

Refusing to acknowledge the collision, Barazo threw one arm toward the ceiling while using the other to wrestle with his clinging underwear.

“Witness the unveiling of the royal scepter!”

The living garment finally released him. His cock sprang out and swung upward with enough weight to slap against his stomach. Ryuko had already seen it in the bath, stroked it with both hands, cleaned around the thick head and felt it throb beneath her fingers. None of that had prepared her for seeing it while lying naked on his bed with her pussy spread and dripping. It was enormous. The shaft rose thick and heavy from the dark hair above his balls, every ridge swollen beneath taut skin. A bead of precum clung to the broad head. Barazo planted his fists on his hips as another impossible lens flare flashed along the length of his cock, turning the ridiculous bedroom pose into the unveiling of some legendary weapon. His hairy shadow expanded across the wall. A jeweled crown appeared upon its head. Choirs bellowed from nowhere as immense gold characters descended behind him.

***THE KING’S ROD: FULLY UNLEASHED!!***

Ryuko looked from his cock to his triumphant face.

“If you start singing your own theme song, I’m leaving.”

“I was waiting for the chorus.”

“There is no chorus.”

“Then you may provide the moaning section~”

Ryuko caught the pillow he had thrown aside and hurled it at him. Barazo let it hit his chest, then grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Ryuko slid across the covers until her ass reached him. His cock dropped between her legs, hot and shockingly heavy against her wet pussy, the shaft resting along her cleft while the head pressed lay well past her navel.

The stupid grin remained. Barazo patted her thigh with ludicrous bedside solemnity. “Before Dr. Barazo begins the advanced procedure, the patient has to say exactly what she wants shoved where. I may be unlicensed, Ryuko-chan, but I’m not a mind reader.”

She could have insulted him. She could have repeated that it was training, curiosity or something she needed to finish before returning to school. Every excuse had already been used. Ryuko pushed herself upright, grabbed the front of his stained shirt and pulled his face close enough that he could feel every angry word against his lips.

“You. Know. What. I. Want.”

“Just pretend I’m stupid,” he chuckled, both knowing just how stupid he was, “I wanna hear you say it. Is it so much a crime to wanna hear that sexy young lady say how much she wants me?”

“...all this to just make me into a little version of you.”

“I don’t want you to be me! I want you to be you!”

She blinked at that revelation, “...huh?”

“Ryuko-chan, do you really think a normal girl runs around fighting in a battle uniform that could be mistaken for ribbons? You were always a PID! A Pervert In Denial! I just wanted you to come out and admit it already!”

He was making some sense, more by the second, but her mind was still fighting the control of his regalia, “But… Senketsu is just a battle Kamui. Satsuki also-”

“Yeah, and I made sure to prove how much of a pervert she was too!” he puffed out his chest, “Repeatedly. With my big boy down here.”

“I get it.”

“Do you? You could have just stopped being a PID and worn the maid uniform! But instead you decided to follow my instructions, and then followed me to my bedroom. You can try and deny it all you want, Ryuko-chan, but until you don’t I will not fuck you.”

Her hands clawed at his shirt, nearly to the point of breaking it, but no matter how angry her eyes became Barazo did not falter in his conviction. It was the most serious he’d ever looked without needing to grow a giga-chad face in the process.

Internally there was a different war occurring.

The life fibers in her body were battling it out like it was Troy 1184BC. Ryuko had no idea, but she had a natural defence against Barazo’s mind control as she had been birthed with life fibers already in her body. They acted like white blood cells against Barazo’s invasive controlling thoughts. However, like a vaccine, the longer they spent basting in his corrupting influence the more the fibers began to ‘switch sides’. It was a war of attrition. Ryuko’s defences losing more and more ground the longer she bent to his whims, every time she masturbated or sat in his lap or cleaned him it just made more sense.

So now, lying under this pure bulk of man, his huge leaking dick just inches away from her sex, it was all becoming too much for those last fibers to make any defence at all.

“So Ryuko… what are you?”

“I’m a pervert.” she replied, feeling the truth wash over her as she said it, “I’m a dumb fucking pervert that wants to get stretched and fucked by your huge cock!”

He grinned wider than possible for most humans.

“Attagirl.”