At Takagi-San House

It was a warm summer evening as I received an unexpected invitation from Takagi-san. She asked me to come over to her place, just the two of us. As I walked over, my heart raced with anticipation, wondering what she could possibly have planned. When I finally arrived at her modest home, she greeted me with a mischievous grin, her sparkling eyes hinting at the possible shenanigans to come. She led me into her cozy living room, where a steaming hot pot of ramen awaited us. As we began to eat, the atmosphere between us felt electric, charged with an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation.

After a few delicious slurps, Takagi-san casually suggested that we should change into more comfortable clothes. Intrigued, I obliged and followed her into her bedroom. It was then that I realized my mistake: I had forgotten my towel at the pool, and was now standing there completely naked. My face flushed red with embarrassment, but before I could say anything, Takagi-san burst into laughter. She pointed at my tiny, underwhelming member, her face contorted in mirth. "Oh my god, you're serious?" she giggled, "That thing? That's it?" Her laughter only served to further humiliate me, as my nakedness was on full display for her to see.

She reached out and gently grasped my penis, twirling it between her fingers as if it were a toy. "It's so small," she mused, "I can barely feel it." Her mocking tone stung like a slap in the face, and I felt my cheeks heat up even more. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but there was nowhere to run.

Takagi-san continued her taunting, her eyes never leaving mine. "I bet you can't even get this thing hard," she challenged, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. My face flushed even deeper at the thought of trying to prove myself to her. "Maybe if I helped you out a bit..." she trailed off, reaching down to take my tiny penis in her hand.

She began to stroke it gently, expertly, as if she'd done this a thousand times before. My heart raced, my breath came faster, and slowly but surely, my tiny organ began to grow in her hand. It seemed to fill out, to take on a life of its own, as if it were responding to her touch. Her touch was both soft and firm, teasing and encouraging, and before I knew it, my penis was fully erect.

"Wow that fully hard it's still tiny look it's smaller my my pinky finger" she said while wiggling her pinky finger.

I couldn't help but gulp at her words. My heart raced as I stared down at my now fully erect penis, comparing it to her pinky finger. She was right; it was still small. "It's not that small," I managed to croak, trying to defend myself. "And it's not like size matters or anything."

Takagi-san raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my attempt at bravado. "Oh really?" she challenged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then why don't you show me how much it doesn't matter?" With that, she climbed onto the bed and patted the spot beside her, indicating that I should join her.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my embarrassment and my growing arousal. But something inside me refused to let me back down in front of her. Slowly, I climbed onto the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled triumphantly, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "That's it," she purred, reaching out to guide my erection towards her. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Her touch was expert, confident, as if she'd done this a thousand times before. She stroked me gently at first, teasing the sensitive head with her fingertips, before moving her hand up and down in a steady rhythm. I arched my back, moaning softly, my hips instinctively beginning to meet her touch.

But I cummed in seconds.

Takagi-san's laugh filled the room, echoing off the walls as she watched me squirm in embarrassment. "Oh my god, that was pathetic," she giggled, wiping her hand on the bed sheets. "You couldn't even last for more than a few strokes." She leaned back against the headboard, her amused expression unwavering.

My face burned with shame as I lay there, my pathetic attempt at proving myself now nothing more than a distant memory. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin, to disappear from this room and never face her again. But somehow, I found the courage to speak. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "I'll do better next time."

Takagi-san's laughter only served to fuel my embarrassment. "Oh, there won't be a next time," she said, her voice cold and mocking. "You're pathetic, and I have better things to do with my time." She paused, her expression softening slightly. "Besides, I already told you. I'm not interested in dating someone like you."

Her words cut deep, deeper than any physical pain I could have imagined. It felt like she'd taken a knife and twisted it in my chest, slicing open my heart and leaving it to bleed out on the bed. I wanted to protest, to beg her to reconsider, but the words caught in my throat. All I could do was stare at her, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

Takagi-san smiled cruelly at my suffering, clearly enjoying every moment of it. "That's right," she crooned, her voice dripping with venom. "You pathetic little thing. You're not even worth the time it takes to dress you." She leaned forward, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "You're not a man," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. "Not with that tiny, useless thing between your legs."

Her words were like knives, twisting deeper and deeper into my heart. I wanted to lash out at her, to tell her how wrong she was, but I couldn't find the strength. All I could do was lie there and take it, feeling her words cut into me like a thousand razor-sharp blades.

The air in the room seemed to grow heavy with tension as she leaned closer, her eyes boring into mine. "Here," she said, tossing a pair of pink girls' panties at me. "These will fit you better than the boxers you've been wearing." The panties landed on my chest with a soft thud, the cotton fabric cool against my skin. "Go on," she urged, her voice cold and mocking. "Put them on."

I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of humiliation and anger welling up inside me. But I knew there was no point in fighting back. Not against her. Not now. Slowly, I reached down and picked up the panties, my hands shaking as I pulled them up over my hips and positioned them around my waist. They were too small, of course, riding up my thighs and leaving my butt completely exposed.

Takagi-san laughed once more, a cruel and mocking sound that echoed through the room. "That's better," she said, her eyes still fixed on me. "Now you look like the pathetic little boy you are." Her gaze lingered for a moment longer before she turned away, as if suddenly bored by the sight of me. "Get out," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And don't come back."

I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as I struggled to compose myself, to find some shred of dignity amidst the wreckage of my pride. I knew there was no point in arguing, no point in trying to convince her of anything. She had made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to her.

With trembling hands, I reached for my discarded clothes and began to dress myself, my movements awkward and halting. It felt as though every touch of my skin against the fabric was a physical reminder of my failure, of the humiliation I had just endured. When I was finally dressed, I turned back to face her, my expression a mask of hurt and anger.

Takagi-san had already returned to her studies, her attention focused intently on her textbook. She didn't even bother to look up as I gathered my things and crept silently out of the room, my heart feeling as though it were being crushed beneath the weight of her words. The hallways seemed to stretch on forever, each step taking me further and further away from the only home I had ever known.