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The Senpai Trap
Chapter One
-by Drace Domino
It was love at first sight between Kasumi and her senpai, at least as far as Kasumi was concerned. How could she not be smitten with him from the very first second he entered her life, pushing through the crowded train to rush to her defense? Sure, he might have only quietly offered to say something to a rude passenger, but…Kasumi could tell. He would’ve done much more if she asked it. He would’ve gone to battle in her defense, he would’ve faced down hordes of evil villains to preserve her purity, he would’ve done anything to bring justice to the world! And he would’ve done it all with those gorgeous eyes blinking from behind his glasses and that mop of shaggy, curly locks situated upon his perfectly-sculpted head!
Kasumi was sure of it: this was the man she would hang her heart on. This was the man she’d dedicate her life to the pleasure of. This was the man she’d marry. Her one, her own, her beloved…her senpai.
But things were never quite that simple, and nothing in this world worth having came easy.
It was late in the evening on that very same day that Kasumi laid flat in the center of her bed, gazing up at the ceiling as she held her arms across her chest, clutching her school bag. She was hugging it because it had briefly grazed past her senpai’s bag, like the two were magnetically, romantically drawn together! If she closed her eyes and focused really hard, she could almost bring herself back to that moment, and yet…it always left her wanting. As the young lady squirmed in the center of the bed she finally spoke aloud - her voice tiny and sacred, and meant only for her own heart, and any wish-granting angels that might have been listening.
“He’s too perfect. Too handsome. Too kind.” She murmured, and took a long, deep breath. Even the thought of him was enough to make her squirm below her school leggings, and while her thighs did press briefly together, she held herself at bay for the moment. “A man like him will have plenty of admirers. And…and I might not be pretty enough to beat them. There sure are a lot of cute girls at Shujin…”
Idly, Kasumi moved her legs and swung them from the bed, using the momentum to bring herself up to a seated position. While still clutching her bag that was lucky enough to bump against his, she gazed at her mirror against the far wall, studying her features. The long red hair, the cute button nose, the large and expressive eyes…she was cute, sure, but beautiful? Maybe not as beautiful as some of the other girls in town.
“I have to protect him,” she reasoned to herself, voice carrying with it an edge of mostly harmless madness. “It’s…it’s not just that I want him the most, but…I’m the only one that can be trusted with his perfect heart. The other girls, they’ll…they’ll only hurt him. They’ll make him cry, they’ll break his heart, they’ll…ohh, I hate them so much!” She swiftly stamped one of her feet, and in her sudden, impromptu rage tossed the bag straight to the ground. Instantly she pivoted back to lay on the bed anew, turning her gaze away from her reflection and back to the ceiling once more.
The poor thing was caught in a spinning web of conflict and desire - a yearning that she could only satisfy through planning and action. Self-doubt came particularly easy to a girl in Kasumi’s unique situation, and over time, it had made her mind cunning and her resolve strong. And she knew…if she really wanted her senpai, she’d have to work for it.
“Those other girls, they…they’re prettier, but they’re not that different from me,” Kasumi slowly lifted a hand to rub at her chin. Though the girls in her head were completely imaginary, she nonetheless assumed they were better than her - in all ways other than how they would appreciate the boy she was infatuated with. “And I bet that means that they don’t really know how to treat a man, either. Maybe I can use that to my advantage?”
The cunning mind of Kasumi was in play now, and so were her hands. The longer she thought about the cute boy on the train, the more her fingers started to wander - and one hand began to slowly shift down along her uniform. Her legs were already spreading and one knee was bending, her thighs pulling apart to expose the fact that the center of her otherwise dark leggings were getting damp. She’d been squirming all day while thinking about him, grinding in her seat, speculating, dreaming, fantasizing…and this was the first chance she had to really dwell on things.
“He’s…he’s too perfect for me to stop from ever sampling other girls,” Kasumi reasoned to herself, just as she tucked her fingers below the edge of her skirt, and started to walk them across the leggings over her thighs. She was inching ever-closer to the damp spot now, and her lower half was trembling in anticipation. “But that’s not a bad thing. He should get to have sex with all of them, shouldn’t he? Because if he does, when he’s finally with me, he’ll know I’m the best!”
It was…truly mad reasoning, but then, Kasumi was an unusual girl. The mere thought that the handsome boy from the train would one day fall into her bed was enough for her to nestle her fingers against her slit, nudging through the material of her leggings, tracing the outline of her folds through the fabric. She gave a sudden, shuddering gasp as her back arched and her chest rolled forward, and Kasumi allowed a long, low murmur to practically ooze from her throat. Pleasure was rushing across her in sudden waves - partly from the touch she was giving herself, but mostly thanks to the mental image of her crush looming over her, kissing her, stroking her, telling her what a good seito she was.
“That’s…that’s it, it’s a perfect plan,” she whispered, and started to nudge her fingers against her pussy with even more urgency. “I…I can keep tabs on him. Love him from afar. And when…when other girls catch his eye, I can let them have him. Just for a bit. Just to borrow. Just…” She once more rolled her hips, and this time her nostrils flared as a sudden, intense breath passed across her. “...just long enough to show they’re not worth his time.”
As Kasumi laid there, masturbating and scheming, it all came together in her mind. Through a combination of stalking and hidden cameras, she would operate her heist of her senpai’s heart. Recording him with all of the girls that crossed his path, studying what they did with him and learning from each one, and then…showing him what she learned. Every time one of the other girls made him blush, every touch they offered that gave him goosebumps, every time they made him moan…she’d learn from all of it!
And when the time came, when her senpai slipped inside of her and they were finally connected in primal, carnal pleasure…he’d learn what she already knew.
They were meant to be together. Forever.
“Hnnng, yessss…!” It was all too much for Kasumi to bear. The waves of pleasure kept cascading against her as she fondled herself, and the mere thought of winning her beloved over pushed her over the edge. She kicked her legs and lifted her backside from the mattress, grinding her nethers against the two fingers teasing the outside of her pussy through the material of her leggings. Her body quaked and shook as heat overcame her, and she found herself in the throes of a self-driven climax - and an intense one, to boot. “It’s…it’s for you, senpai! This is for youuuuu!”
The convulsing. The squirting against her clothes. The wet spot on her bed that would remain until morning. All for him. Before long, Kasumi was laying there with a thin sheen of sweat and a smile on her face - arms stretched out to the sides and legs crossed at the ankles, stewing in the aftermath of her self-indulgence. Her heart was racing, her mind was spinning, and her soul was hopeful.
In the morning, she’d put her plan into effect. And step one?
“I need to learn what my senpai’s name is.”
Every great romance had to start somewhere.
***
It was a busy few weeks for Kasumi. She’d spent plenty of time tailing her senpai until she learned his name - Ren, by the way, wasn’t it just perfect?! - and slowly surveying everything he did. Just as Kasumi expected, there were women that seemed to gravitate towards Ren, drawn in by his handsome charm and his affable personality. Sure, he might’ve been spending a lot of time hanging out with that dork Ryuji, but that was of no concern to Kasumi - if anything, the boy served as a good distraction for the dancer to slink in, tuck a few hidden cameras into places that Ren tended to frequent, and sneak right back out.
Considering the depths of her devotion and the sheer tenacity of spirit Kasumi could draw upon, she had surveillance on her senpai to an absurd degree. The boy could barely go anywhere without her knowledge, and eventually, that led to Kasumi watching a scene unfold in his bedroom at Leblanc’s. It was within her own bedroom that the girl was watching, her legs folded below her and her blanket draped all the way over her head, staring down at the phone receiving signals from her network of hidden cameras.
The scene she was tracking with wide eyes and a tight, nervous throat? The deflowering of her beloved senpai.
“Come on, Ren, don’t leave me waiting~” It was the slutty blonde American girl that was beckoning Ren close, laying naked on his bed and lifting a hand to curl a finger, beckoning him over. Kasumi didn’t care much for Ann to begin with, but seeing her there on full display, coaxing the stud that was Ren to her side in order to seduce him? It made the redhead’s blood boil. Still, she took a long, deep breath as she watched, nibbling her bottom lip as Ann continued to speak. “You’ll have to do most of the work. I’m afraid it’s my first time.”
“Yeah right, slut,” Kasumi murmured under her breath, but quickly quieted up once Ren started to respond.
“It’s mine, too, Ann,” Ren’s tone was as kind as ever as he joined the blonde at the edge of his tiny mattress. He was already shirtless - which was distracting enough for Kasumi - but the way in which he tended to the bratty, undeserving blonde made the secret observer all the angrier. “Don’t worry. We’ll go slow. And if it’s ever too much, just tell me, okay? I want you to be happy.”
“Hrrrrrm, that’s so thoughtful of him,” Kasumi continued to whisper to herself, seething under the covers. “That bimbo doesn’t even deserve to be in the same room as my shirtless senpa--ohh, the pants! The pants are going away!”
What followed was nothing short of captivating to Kasumi, and the redhead watched it all with one trembling hand holding the phone and the other locked around her mouth to muffle her whimpers. She didn’t masturbate the entire time - partly because she needed to focus, and partly because the idea of Ren with another woman sickened her - but still…she was getting plenty of information she could enjoy later. Ren’s length. The fact that his chest was smooth and hairless. The knowledge that his unit was uncut. The glorious, tight rump of her senpai as he crawled over to the blonde bimbo, and the way in which he touched her.
In truth, what unfolded was an odd scene - two virgins gently grinding into each other, with Ren scooping his arms below Ann’s legs and lifting them up, first a bit too high and then a bit too low. It took them a while to even nudge his perfect cocktip against her pussy, and once he was inside the thrusting was…awkward. It was clear, even to a perfect and chaste angel like Kasumi, that he didn’t really know what he was doing.
Anna Takamaki was absolutely no help, either. The lazy bimbo just laid there, holding her arms around Ren’s shoulders, sometimes giving a pathetic whimper to suggest that she was enjoying it. She was hardly an active participant in their sexual encounter, and only barely even leaned in to kiss him. To Kasumi, it was like watching her senpai fuck a cold, wet fish…and at the same time, feeling an almost undying jealousy for said fish.
When it finally ended, it was nearly a mercy. Ren pulled his member out just before releasing, and squirted a few lines of cum across Ann’s belly. One of the jets of spunk even darted all the way up into her hair, and when it landed there the blonde threw a sudden and unexpected fit.
“Eww, eww, gross! Not in my haaaaaaaaair!”
“Oh, I hate this girl.” Kasumi murmured to herself as she watched Ann dart around the room completely naked, scrambling for tissues to clean herself off. Her distaste for Ms. Takamaki aside, the first of her true experiments had been successful. With her eyes focusing instead on the apologetic-looking Ren that was trying to console the spoiled blonde, Kasumi nibbled her bottom lip…and started to murmur to herself. “You’re so amazing, senpai. But…because you’re so pure, you don’t really know what to do with a woman yet. I want our first time to be as perfect as our love, so…you need to learn.”
And with that, Kasumi leaned back on the mattress once more, staring up at the ceiling and clutching her cell phone to her chest, just as if a tiny senpai was hiding inside of it and she sought to keep him close to her heart.
“Don’t worry, senpai,” she whispered, her mind already spinning. “There’s lots of sluts in this town, and I’ll make sure you learn from the best.”
***
Surveillance wasn’t enough, and by the time Kasumi’s next project manifested, she’d mastered the art of manipulation. It wasn’t all that difficult to force the eyes of other girls to drift to Ren - he was naturally captivating, and Kasumi had some decent luck at Shujin Academy tricking girls into hitting on him, simply by talking the boy up in their presence. Horny teenage girls were an easy breed to coerce, she was quickly learning, and she used that knowledge to her own self-serving, senpai-seizing ends.
For Ren, the next week and a half was…odd. More girls were flirting with him than in his entire life up to that point, so much so that Ryuji was starting to get jealous, and even Ann had backed off - partly because she couldn’t handle not being the center of the boy’s attention. From the shadows, Kasumi controlled it all through gossip and whispers and neatly-folded notes tucked into lockers, honing her skills and learning how to be perfectly precise in how she twisted the desires of others.
For such a sweet redhead, she could be one motivated bitch. Wasn’t Ren lucky to have her?!
Lucky, but…he needed to be taught. Educated. Apprenticed underneath another, more experienced lover. And to that end, Kasumi was kind enough to do the legwork for him. For the past few days, she’d been particularly vocal while outside the window of the only clinic on the same block as Leblanc’s. The doctor there was known to be a bit of an eccentric, and the sort of woman that had a vested interest in young men that were of fine, virile physical condition. It wasn’t all that difficult to get her interested in a target like Ren, simply by Kasumi standing near her window while on her cell phone, speaking with…enthusiasm.
“He just goes so long! It’s almost like he never gets tired at all!” To check the stamina box, hoping to intrigue the eavesdropping doctor. “And there’s so, so, so much of it! I was afraid he’d never stop! It was even all over my haaaaaaair!” A bit of Ann-like whining never hurt. Everything Kasumi said was to a dormant cell phone, but she knew…every last word would tip the scales into a certain doctor engaging in her curiosity.
And she was right. From the outright palace that was Kasumi’s bedroom she watched yet another secretly recorded video, her eyes wide as she heard Tae Takemi’s voice fill the air of an otherwise cold, sterile examination room.
“Hold perfectly still. If you move, it will throw off my readings.” She was speaking to a naked Ren, who was laying flat with his length sticking straight up - no more than a half-inch below the sight of Tae’s glistening pussy. The doctor looked about as professional as a woman could in this situation - wearing her lab coat over her mini-skirt and stylish outfit, and she carried a clipboard and pen in her hands as she slowly started to lower herself. “This will test your tenacity. Try to hold out as long as you can.”
“Uh…shouldn’t we use, uh…” Ren bit his bottom lip, looking uncertain. He tensed as the doctor’s nethers started to slide down his inches, and he did his best to not buck right up into her, eager to feel more. “Shouldn’t we use protecti--”
“Shh shh shh,” Tae corrected him, and even stretched her hand down to press the butt of her pen against his lips. “Test subjects don’t talk unless they’re told to.”
Naturally, Kasumi was beside herself as she watched. That blend of jealousy and curiosity built once more, and though she wasn’t pleased that anybody told her senpai to shut up, she was willing to allow it as Tae rode. The doctor’s professional attitude was enough to ease the redhead into thinking she wouldn’t try to steal her beloved crush out from under her - Tae seemed like the kind of woman that was all business, all the time, and didn’t care about teenage romances outside of squeezing cum out of a test sample. Kasumi would have to remember that, as her single-minded focus could be…useful.
And Tae truly was single-minded. The way she bounced up and down on Ren’s cock from her squatted position was focused and efficient, but utterly devoid of passion. Unlike Ren’s time with Ann, there was no shy squirming or intimate eye contact - just as there was no awkwardness. Tae simply rode while taking notes, ignoring any of Ren’s whimpers or statements, and when it seemed like the boy was about to cum the doctor quickly bucked her hips upward and allowed him to pop free. Kasumi had to admit - Tae was quick - putting away her clipboard and pulling a test tube from her lab coat, wrapping one hand around Ren’s unit and pumping him the rest of the way to completion. As the boy spasmed and shivered, she jerked his juice-slickened unit until he started to spurt cum right against the lip of the test tube.
And even Tae was surprised with just how much there was of it.
“Oh dear, you’re making a me--” As a jolt of streak rushed upward, it crashed right against the doctor’s forehead, shooting a streak through her hair. For a woman as refined and stylish as her, when she gave Ren a deadpan look, it wasn’t all that surprising to guess what came next. “--tess subjects don’t cum in their doctor’s hair. Get out.”
From the solitude of her bedroom, Kasumi clicked off the video and tapped her chin, focusing on what she learned. In many ways, Tae was just as poor a teaching tool as Ann. Just as Ann had been a rank amateur, the doctor was skilled but practically emotionless. And when Kasumi would finally cash in the reward for her efforts, she didn’t want a senpai that would just lay there! She wanted romance! She wanted passion! She wanted him to move every now and again!
“No, she won’t do. She won’t do at all, either,” Kasumi murmured to herself and fell back into her standard position - laying on her bed and staring up at her ceiling, chewing on plans and idle thoughts. “I need someone that knows what they’re doing, but…isn’t going to get attached. Someone that’s good at faking it. I need…” She paused, and allowed a slow smile to spread over her face. “...a whore.”
And funnily enough, she’d heard rumors about one in the very heart of Shujin Academy.
***
Dear Ms. Kawakami,
It has come to my attention that you have been moonlighting and performing maid duties for one of your students, Ren Amamiya. Enclosed you will find a significant bonus on top of the wages he already pays you. Please extend to him your more intimate and personal services this evening.
Oh, and tell him he has pretty eyes. He should know that he has pretty eyes.
Respectfully,
Anonymous
At first, Kasumi didn’t know if the yen-stuffed envelope she slipped into Kawakami’s desk would work, but as she sat in the woman’s class and watched her open it, her nerves were quick to settle. The moonlighting teacher’s expression as she read the enclosed note went from shock to shame and then finally acceptance in short order, and she slyly tucked the envelope into her purse as her eyes darted across the room. She didn’t seem particularly curious about who wrote the note, but from that point on, she was paying particularly close attention to where Ren sat.
Not that Kasumi could blame her. That night, the older woman would get to have sex with the most gorgeous boy at Shujin and she’d get paid for it. Talk about lucky!
“Master, come here~” It was hours later that Becky spoke, sitting squarely atop Ren’s desk. She’d already pushed aside his homework and his lockpick crafting materials and was now firmly in place in her full maid gear, leaning back and spreading her thighs in an inviting, tempting fashion. It allowed Ren a long look at just how far up the white stockings went along her thighs, and even just a glimpse of bare skin nestled between - it seemed like the maid wasn’t wearing panties that night. “It’s time I extend to you my enhanced services, Master. Becky wants to show you something…”
“Huh? Well, I was going to go out and see a movie with Ryuji, can it wa--” Ren paused as he turned around, and was fully treated to the sight before him. The image of his gorgeous teacher dressed in that garish outfit, the way she was leaning back and presenting herself, the downright alluring look in her eyes…teenage hormones kicked in almost instantly, and Ren immediately dropped his jacket on the floor as he started to approach. “--you’re right, it can’t wait.”
Becky just giggled, and made sure to tease the edge of her skirt upward as Ren drew closer, giving him yet another glimpse of what rested below. It was surprising - not just to the boy himself, but to the redhead watching from her hidden camera, once more tucked underneath her blanket at home. Instead of an exposed and inviting pussy, “Becky” had a single black strip of thin material crossing over her nethers - connected to the skin just past her folds by a pasties-like adhesive. When Ren paused and gave Becky a quizzical look, the maid just reached out and tapped his nose in a playful fashion.
“Business is business, Master, but some things just wouldn’t be appropriate between us~” Even though she was un-inviting him from her pussy, her tone was fawning and affectionate. Sweet, even, in the way only a sex maid’s could be. “I’m afraid you can’t have that honey pot while I’m still your teacher.”
“Then what the fuck did I pay for?!” Kasumi blurted out to herself in her room, only to suddenly silence herself. Kawakami was already pulling something up from behind her - a clear bottle of lubricant.
“Buuuuuut~” The maid’s voice continued, speaking to the aroused student as she wiggled the bottle before his eyes. “Luckily, Becky has more than just one hole for pleasing her master.”
“Oh yeah, that’ll work.” Kasumi whispered to herself, and leaned into her phone to watch with a particularly vested interest. “Money well spent.”
It really, really was.
It didn’t take long for Becky to slather lubricant all over the young man’s rod, and she even pushed a dollop of it onto two of her fingers, lowering her hand to ease some of the juice around the ring of her ass, as well. The invitation to fuck his teacher’s ass wasn’t an honor that was lost on Ren, and throughout it all he remained completely rock hard - any thoughts of other girls having long since slipped from his mind. And when she spread her thighs a little further apart and coaxed him all the closer, he was quick to oblige, approaching the edge of his desk.
“Here, Master, let me…” Becky cooed, and even went through the hard work of stretching her fingers down, easing them underneath Ren’s unit and guiding him forward. She helped him to the point that his tip was pressed against her pucker and even a little bit more - nudging her lap down just enough so that she was beginning to engulf him. While Ren shuddered with pleasure, Becky simply giggled - a heavy blush on her face, but still wearing a smile that spoke of an intense arousal. Seemed like it wasn’t all about the money with her - though if she was wise, she would hide that expression so the looming hidden camera didn’t see it. “There you go, it’s your turn. Give me everything you’ve got, Master. Becky’s great at taking care of her messy master, isn’t she?”
Ren didn’t respond simply because…he didn’t know how to. At the end of the day the boy was still fairly inexperienced, and interacting with a middle-aged woman that seemed to be balancing split personas was something altogether new to him. So while he didn’t audibly respond to Becky’s beckons, he did grasp her legs just below the knee and lift them further upward, just as he moved ahead to work the first few inches into her ass. A glimpse downward showed that Becky’s nethers spasmed under the black tape stretched across it, and despite her terms those folds were glistening. But as much fun as it would’ve been to take her pussy, he had only begun to enjoy the perks of her ass. Another two inches worked inside and already Becky was clinging to his shirt collar, holding on tight and giving a few cute, faint mews - and even going so far as to dip her head below his throat and offer it a couple of kisses.
“M…Master…you’re so big…” His moonlighting teacher whispered, and her ass tightened upon his unit, desperately begging him for more. “Keep going…please…give Becky every inch, Master~”
Once more, Ren silently obliged, and he was already starting to find more confidence with his thrusts. After jamming forward to the three-quarters point, he pulled back until his unit had nearly popped free, only to suddenly slam forward again all the way to the hilt. Becky instantly gave a sharp cry as she clutched to Ren’ all the tighter, and as soon as she’d been fucked to that depth, the game was truly on. Becky’s legs closed around him and she linked her feet behind his back - partly to accommodate the position, but also partly to simply hang on - she could already tell she was in for quite the assfucking. Every subsequent thrust that Ren offered her was enough to shake the desk and make Becky squeak, and the more he did it, the more confident he became. He stood a little taller, gripped her backside with a more ferocious hold, and even dipped down to steal a kiss from his beautiful teacher - something the older woman reciprocated with a whimper.
And while the two enjoyed their fun, Kasumi continued to watch. Wide-eyed, captivated, and stewing in her unique blend of jealousy and fascination. She could always return to her recordings and rewatch them when it came time to learn, but that first viewing was simply to quell that burning curiosity. What did it look like when her senpai was deep in an older woman’s ass? Would he be so rough with her? What was Becky doing that he liked…and more importantly, what was she doing that he didn’t? That last question seemed a lot harder to track down, since by casual observation, Ren was into all of it. The moaning. The kissing. The tightening of her thighs, leading out of the edge of a maid skirt. Kawakami’s alter ego was making the boy’s naughtiest fantasies come true right there in his bedroom, and yet…he’d never know that he had his secret admirer/guardian angel/demented stalker to thank for it.
And that was…fine. Just fine.
Kasumi watched the scene for some time, but she clicked it off before it came to a natural conclusion. She’d revisit it later and lose herself in the recording for sure, but…she still needed to think. Ann, Tae, Kawakami. They’d each add their own expertise to Ren’s sexual repertoire, but…it just wasn’t enough. When Kasumi finally bared herself to her senpai, when she finally slipped free from a sensual kimono and beckoned him close, everything had to be perfect. One more time, she flopped flat on the bed, and one more time she stared up at the ceiling.
Up at the pictures of Ren she’d taped to it.
“Don’t worry, Senpai…” She cooed, and in short order, began the slow process of slipping a hand between her thighs and lifting another to one of her breasts. Another long night of languid masturbation, basking underneath the gaze of a dozen photos she’d stolen of her crush. “I won’t let you have me until you’ve had all the best girls in town. Only then will you really be able to appreciate our love.”
Though admittedly, she still wasn’t sure how she felt about getting it in her hair.
End of Chapter One.