Yes

I got onto the train. I got off at Aoyama-Itchome. It took some time but I finally made it. I left the station to find it was raining. I found the app I had deleted three times already was back. Are you kidding me? I stood underneath a store cover to find to work out the problem. A girl who looked to be my age stood next to me. She was thin, wearing a thick grey hoodie and complimented her Shujin Academy uniform with red leggings beneath the skirt. She pulled back her hood to reveal light blonde pulled into two pigtails. She looked familiar who I couldn't place it.

"You wanna have sex with me until the rain stops?" I asked.

"Okay." said the blonde.

We went inside the store and into the disabled toilets. The girl took off her hoodie, top and bra and I licked and suckled on her nipples as they leaked warm milk into my mouth.

"Hey, let me have a taste of them," she said, pulling me in for a kiss with a lot of tongue from both of us, enjoying the taste of her own milk in her mouth.

My ten inch dick was painfully hard at this point. I pulled my cock out and pushed it into the girl's mouth. I grabbed the back of her head gently before pushing a bit more of my penis into her mouth and id small thrusts. I didn't want to suffocate her. As she sucked on my member, I was getting so close to cumming. Holding nothing back. I let myself climax. She took off the rest of her clothes before I engorged my cock into the blonde girl's sex. Her pussy was more than moist enough to accommodate me as I fucked her deep and hard, slowly with big strong strokes that had her gasping for breath after about a minute. I thought she was getting uncomfortable and fearing that I was hurting her, I tried to stop and let her adapt to my girth.

"No, don't wait!" she grunted.

Just like that, I began to move forwards again now the I knew she wanted me to go faster. This felt awesome.

"More, deeper please!" she begged.

I grasped her breasts.

"You like that!" I said.

"YEEESSSS!" she hissed.

I wasn't quite done yet, I kept fucking her. After another five minutes, I blew my load deep into her and she groaned deeply.

"That was amazing!" she said. "You are amazing!"

After getting dressed, we went back outside the store but it was still raining. A car stopped by and the windows rolled down to reveal an older buff looking man with messy black hair.

"Good morning," said the driver. "You want me to give you a ride to school? You're gonna be late."

"Um, sure," said the blonde. "Thank you."

"Do you need a lift too?" the man asked me.

The blonde girl got into the car and I saw a depressed look on her face before the car drove off. I stared as the car drove off, curious to why she looked upset. I heard the sound of footsteps heading towards me and turned to see punkish guy my age come running past me. His Shujin uniform was unbuttoned, revealing a yellow shirt with a ZOMG logo and suspenders. He looked like a stereotypical delinquent.

"Dammit, screw that pervy teacher." he grumbled at he stopped running, an air of irritation.

"Pervy teacher?" I replied softly, still processing and the words were so odd.

The blonde boy turned and glared at me, sizing me up. There was a fierce look in his eyes.

"What do you want? You planning on ratting me out to Kamoshida?" he asked, his voice dripping with implied menace.

I has seen too much for this boy to faze me.

"Kamoshida?" I asked.

"Huh? In that car just now. It was Kamoshida. He does whatever the hell he wants. Who does he think he is, the king of a castle? Don't you agree?"

"Which castle?"

Shujin looked more like a prison than a castle.

"Uh, it's just a saying. Wait, you don't know Kamoshida? Are you for real? You're from Shujin, right?"

"I think so."

"You messing with me? You're wearing a Shujin uniform. A third year, huh. We're the same grade then. Never seen you before though. Oh, you a transfer student. Then no wonder you don't know him. This rain ain't too bad. We better hurry up or we'll be late."

I felt lightheaded for some reason and the blonde boy seemed to be the same way.

"Ugh, my head hurts. Dammit, I wanna go home," he moaned.

I silently agreed with him as we headed towards the school.

--

"There was a terrible subway accident that day," said Sae. "You remember, don't you? I assume you know of the uproar that the public calls the "psychotic breakdown incidents"."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Sae sighed.