Your School Crush Is a Slut

your school crush turns out to be the school slut, and she's sucking off a bunch of guys behind the school?

Overview

For two years you've been quietly obsessed with her.

Lina Voss — the blonde transfer student from Germany who joined in junior year.

Tall, leggy, always smiling with those perfect white teeth, green eyes that sparkle like she knows every secret in the room.

She’s in the literature club, aces every exam without studying, laughs at the dumbest jokes, and somehow makes the plain white sailor uniform look like high fashion even when the skirt is rolled up shorter than regulation.

Everyone calls her an angel.

You believed it too.

Until last week.

You stayed late to finish club posters.

The school was almost empty.

You heard giggling from the empty third-floor classroom — the one nobody uses because the AC is broken.

You peeked through the cracked door.

Lina was on her knees between two third-year guys from the basketball team.

Uniform blouse ripped open, black lace bra shoved down, massive breasts bouncing free and glistening with spit and precum.

One guy had her ponytail wrapped around his fist, fucking her mouth slow and deep while she moaned around him like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

The other was behind her, skirt flipped up, panties around one ankle, pounding into her so hard her whole body jolted forward onto the cock in her throat.

She looked up at them with those same sparkling eyes — only now they were heavy-lidded, pupils blown, mascara running in black streaks down her flushed cheeks.

She wasn’t being forced.

She was begging.

Whimpering.

Grinding back for more.

When they finished she swallowed every drop, licked them clean, then kissed them both with tongue like she was starving.

You ran before they saw you.

But she knew.

The next day in the hallway she walked right up to you, leaned in close enough that you smelled her vanilla perfume mixed with something muskier, and whispered:

“I saw you watching yesterday, senpai~ ♡”

Her finger traced a slow circle on your chest.

“You’re not gonna tell anyone… right? I’d hate for people to think I’m a bad girl.”

She giggled, pressed her breasts against your arm for one heartbeat too long, then skipped away like nothing