Victims of Lust

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, knowing I was only making myself later to class the more I contemplated life and the strange messages I’d just been sent.

Seconds were ticking away so fast. The next lesson had way past started, yet here I was.

At times like these, it’s easier to think through my processes by imagining a fake audience watching my thoughts. Like someone interrogating or interviewing me after the fact, so as to be able to hear the hypothetical logic coming out of my own theoretical mouth.

So audience, let me counter the obvious questions by asking you this, why would I reject the girls now that I have basic full confirmation that they’re into me?

Simple: yesterday.

This is not normal behaviour for any of them. The four of these girls went into the cognitive world, a place that already defies logic and deals with a lot of bizarre mental science I don’t fully understand, then they all started acting way more into me than they’ve ever been before, to the point where they’re actively less friendly to each other.

So the easy answer would be: yay! I am stud, my penis can be sucked by a woman, hear me roar!

But these are my friends, my allies, my Phantom Thieves. I can’t just… if there was even a tiny chance they are infected by some otherworldly mental monster, or perhaps being influenced by a Palace owner no one but me has detected yet, then I’d feel like I betrayed their trust for taking advantage of them in this state.

Even if the throbbing in my pants really wanted to enjoy it just a little bit.

I’m a little bit sceptical of this whole ‘blowjob if you’re friends’ thing too. Ryuji seemed sure of himself, Mona backed him up, but my life just can’t be that lucky. Some perverse cognition may be bleeding into reality somehow, and someone has to figure out where the sexy leaks are. Joker the plumber, wahoo.

So, I've got tonight, the two-day weekend, and Monday morning before we go back into Sae's Palace. Task 1 is to get into the cognitive world, either alone or with one of the guys, and see if I can find anything relating to a meta-verse horny virus. If that comes up with nothing, then find the twins and see if they know anything. If they don’t, then, AND ONLY THEN, will I concede that I’m being a major weirdo in not just accepting women’s feelings for me.

God, I can just imagine the hypothetical audience cringing and booing me for this if it turns out this was all me just being extra virgin.

“Can’t worry about that now. Get through the school day and then get to LeBlanc…” I mumbled to myself, trying to keep my focus away from my mind now that still swam in images of cleavage and camel toes. “It’s just another class… another boring class… things will calm down!”

I nodded at my own image before splashing some water on my face. As I was leaving for class, I was finally feeling some level of comfort since my boner had finally faded. It almost felt silly how much I was panicking! This was a logic puzzle, not the end of the world, and I was smart enough to solve it. Getting spooked by the sexy photos of my friends...

“What was I thinking… What, am I just gonna keep getting hornier as the day goes on? No way!”

Girls are so pretty.

Girls. Soft girls. Bouncy boobs. Nice smells, curvy bodies. Girls get pregnant. Kawakami with my baby. Ann as Panther, squeezing into that leather. Girls have holes made for sex. Wet, juicy, tight holes.

I wanna have sex. Sex sounds amazing. I wanna kiss Ann as she moans into my mouth, my dick in her gushing pussy, grinding inside her, hard. Makoto licking my asshole while she waits her turn on my cock. Haru and Futaba scissoring on the bed. They all want it. I should just take them out of class and go to the cognitive world to fuck them all in their Phantom Thief outfits. God, they’re so fucking hot. All showing me their underwear. Makoto’s panties were so cute. Ann is a dirty girl. I-

“Ren?”

I blinked, feeling a strange pulse in my pants when I heard Ann’s voice for real. Her eyes flicked with concern back to me, and then to the teacher at the front. Quickly, she gestured to her phone and I noticed I received a text from her (under the amazing picture).

Ann: You were breathing kinda hard there. Are you doing okay?

If I was honest? No.

Just hot diggidy damn. My cock was aching worse than a cruise ship’s sails in a raging typhoon. Everything about the lesson was grinding my brain circuits with heat. Ms. Chouno, the English language teacher, was a dark skinned busty goddess, always flaunting her apparent beauty with low cut tops and highly developed makeup. Just imagining those red lips making marks along my crotch.

Oh fuck, I just saw Ann’s picture again. That sweet pussy, just begging for my raging cock. Her American beauty grinning wide as we lose our virginities together. Gggg…

Fucking hell, everything is setting me off into horny dream land. The urge to at least touch my raging boner is growing by the second, but I knew I couldn’t just touch myself in class. Fuck. My mouth feels so dry, like I’m in a damn desert with no river!

Me: I’m a bit hot and bothered I texted back. No energy to lie to her.

Ann: Oh? Did my picture get you riled up?

Me: Yes.

Again, I was too horny to focus on looking cool and normal. I just wanted to be anywhere other than this uncomfortable chair in this uncomfortable heat with a throbbing uncomfortable in my pants.

Ann: Hehe, I like when you’re honest~

Ann: Want to play with me after class?

Could I even last that long…? I typed in ‘yes’ without even thinking about it, but before I sent the text, a tiny part of me was screaming so loud its lungs were bleeding. ‘GahhhhhhhhHHHHHHH WILLPOWER WILLPOWER WILLPOWER! RESIST DAMN YOU!’ It’s trying its hardest here, but it’s being curbstomped by the brain in my boner.

Honestly… am I infected too? Am I just as much of a victim as the girls? I feel like I’m actually dying with how horny my body is, like I’m actually getting quite sore with how long this boner is lasting. Could they really blame me for giving in to temptation if it meant my health?

Ann, sweet Ann, to the untrained eye she was just a ridiculously beautiful girl wanting to be physical with a guy she liked. That picture of hers, taunting me with how close it was to full nudity. Even with the holy grail of beautiful texts in my hand, the greed in my heart wanted to see what lay beyond that fabric.

“Oi! Amamiya! I see you on your phone! Put it away, or I take it away!” Barked Ms. Chouno. I could see Ann’s frustration at the teacher, but it may have saved me from an impulsive decision. “If you have time to text, you have time to answer a question. Which animal is involved in an English idiom about the weather?”

Fuck my life, two questions in one day? Reality really had been wrecked beyond repair.

“Uhh, cows? Because of the milk?”

“Correct~ I guess you’re paying more attention than you look, ha!” Her lips curled into a smile at me, and even that sent my heart a-thumpin’. “‘It’s raining heavier than the underside of a pregnant incontinent cow’ is often used by British people to describe the weather. Did you know children, their rainy season never truly ends! It is why they have so many idioms for it.”

“Nice job, Joker!” My cat quietly meowed from my desk. “I guess all that heavy breathing was for concentrating, huh?”

I could have been upset that Morgana noticed that, but my mind was already twelve horny steps beyond that. “Guhhh, she's so hot. Do you think Ms. Chouno wears cowprint underwear? How about Kawakami? All the girl teachers? Ohh, maybe Kawakami will come to my house later in a cowprint bikini?! Hnnng!”

“Uh, yeah, that is what you booked today.” The bewildered cat responded, I had no idea what he meant, but these twelve horny steps weren’t prepared to look back at him. “Are you okay, Joker? You seem unfocused. We may have some days off from the Palace, but I don’t want our leader slacking off too hard. You should think about gathering everyone into Mementos to complete some Phansite requests.”

Well, the cat’s nagging was at least somewhat of a boner killer, so that was something.

For now, I’ll focus on class. The placid tones of Ms. Chouno droning on about the American language should keep my horny levels under control?

“I was thinking class, maybe we should do some reading to help change those bored looking faces, no?” Ms. Chouno gave a seductive smile, bringing out a manga book that looked a little too suggestive from the front cover. “Language is everywhere. Even on this common Hentai book, ‘Konbini Saimin Ribenji’ we get two words from English! The first is ‘Konbini’ from the words ‘convenience store’ and ‘Ribenji’ meaning ‘****’. I'm sure you all know what Saimin means too~”

Most of the class were suddenly interested, while I felt like I was losing my fucking mind! They weren't even shocked, more just fascinated by the words she was teaching?! She really just got out a hentai about a convenience store girl getting mind controlled?!

“Language is truly fascinating. Be sure to keep an eye out for more examples as you read more delicious hentai, my students. This one is my copy, but be sure to check out the school library for more.”

OKAY UNIVERSE! I GET IT! GIVE ME A BREAK HERE!

I GUESS I’LL JUST BE HORNY FOR-FUCKING-EVER!