The Bully Code: Teaching You A Lesson (Patreon)

I made it a goal to write at least one of my old favorites by the end of the month, so here's more Bully Code. Sort of straightforward basics to get back into the swing of things. Kumatake the big quiet leader and her cutesy girlfriend Ayami as Kuma teaches her the ropes of being a bully. It's kind of late for that, as it turns out, but her bubby gf's got her heart in the... wrong place?

Didn't want to go nuts with bringing in everyone so I could finish in time, but still want to revisit the gang. Still thinking of doing more Your Favorite Healslut and Silent Knight magical girl Christmas while I'm at it.

Kumatake’s fist dented the metal of the locker just next to Manobu’s head. The pale and scrawny student flinched and clutched his bag like a shield over his ribcage as the menacing blonde loomed over him. She had cornered him after school while he was running late from cleaning up the classroom, leaving him seemingly alone with the beastly bully.

Her nearly permanent glare zeroed in on him, looking like the last thing a nerd like him would ever see. Her poorly kept mane stood out boldly against the black leather jacket over her shoulders, blocking out of the light behind her nearly 6-foot-tall frame. The stories went that she had trashed cars with her bare hands and hurled other students off the roof, and right then she looked like it was true and then some.

“Hold it right there, twerp,” the infamous thug warned.

Manobu didn’t dare try to run. That just made The Nightmare Girls mad.

“I-I paid my monthly dues,” he rambled out quickly. He fumbled for his bag.

“Chihiro-san even gave me a receipt…”

“It ain’t about that!” Kumatake barked, getting him to focus on her again.

“I’m in charge of my crew. They’re my responsibility, so you answer to them and they answer to me.”

Ayami leaned out from behind Kumatake’s attention-demanding frame. The pink-haired and very plainly cute schoolgirl waved at the petrified victim.

“Hiii~! I’m the crew,” she greeted casually.

Kumatake pursed her lips patiently.

“So… I’d like to make sure they’re performing properly. I wouldn’t want your bullying funds to go to waste if you’re not being bullied properly. It’d go against our reputation of Kutakori quality assurance or somethin’.”

“I… really don’t mind,” Manobu laughed awkwardly, but Kumatake clenched her fist tighter. It made the metal creak and reshape in the locker beside him.

“SO… I was going to have Ayami here get some practice in. She hasn’t been bullying or been a delinquent as long as the others, even with the new recruits going around, so thought she’d get some licks in.”

“I hear it’s good to stay invested in your girlfriend’s hobbies,” Ayami added helpfully.

Kumatake snapped her fingers and stepped back.

“You’re up, babe. He’s all yours.”

“Alright! Pink Devil time!”

Ayami hopped readily from foot to foot, shadow boxing in the air while she was still a few yards away from her practice victim. Manobu gave Kumatake a puzzled look and she shrugged.

“Pretend I’m not even here,” the scariest girl in school (even counting the 7-foot-tall goth, the crazy chick with the scissors, and the short, temperamental volcano of a girl) advised. It was hard to tell with her grim expression whether she meant it or not.

“Yea! So hey, butthead!” Ayami called out confidently. Her face cracked a mischievous smile as if she was getting away with something using the words alone.

“Hey… Ayami-san,” Manobu replied uncertainly.

“Don’t you ‘san’ me! I’m gonna mess you up. Grrr!”

“Hey, Pink Devil?” Kumatake interrupted calmly.

“You don’t actually say grr. You can just growl or grunt.”

“Oh! Okay. Rarrr.”

“Jesus, you are so fuckin’ cute…”

Ayami grabbed Manobu by the collar and scowled close to his face.

“Youuuu… aren’t as nice as you could be,” Ayami gradually settled on her words. “In fact, apologize!”

“For what?!” Manobu blurted, unsure if he should still act like he was pinned against the lockers.

“Doesn’t matter. Just try it. It’s good practice and very good manners!” Ayami insisted like a scolding schoolteacher more than someone threatening to shake him down.

Manobu winced but he bowed humbly before her.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Hmph! Lower,” she ordered, pointing at the floor.

“Good, babe. Establish control. Make the pace your pace,” Kumatake said with an approving nod. She squirmed a little as her thighs rubbed together from watching her girlfriend at work owning this dude.

“S-sorrry! I’m so sorry!” he insisted louder as he bowed lower.

“Okay, that’s a lot better,” Ayami conceded with a nod of her own.

She looked at Kumatake who shook her head seriously.

“I mean noooo it’s not,” she corrected awkwardly. “Uhhh on your knees! Yea, that’s the way!”

“Atta girl.”

Manobu hesitated in the confusion but finally got to his knees. He blushed at her cutely awkward demands while Ayami planted her feet firmly apart. She planted her fists on her hips before second-guessing and folding them under her breasts.

“Now look up here and apologize,” Ayami said like a scolding parent.

Manobu obeyed, just to blush harder when he realized he was stuck looking right up her skirt. He didn’t dare mention it as his pseudo-aggressive bully gave him an eyeful of her panties with a winking rabbit just below the waistline.

“I’m sorry!” he yipped, but his gaze gave him away. Ayami looked down and tilted her head to seem to do the math on his perspective.

“Aha!” she blurted, making him shrink back in fright.

“So looking up my skirt’s making you uncomfortable, huh? Well too bad! You’re just getting more of that!”

Ayami lifted a leg and Manobu’s wide-eyed stare watched as she slid out of her underwear. At first he felt wonder, and then horror. He was being forced to look at the tidily groomed pussy of Ayami, who was not only in the Nightmare Girls but DATING the most dangerous high schooler in the city.

“Aha! How’s THAT for awkward? I bet you hate squirming down there now, youuuuu dork.”

“Yes, ma’am! I won’t, ma’am! I mean, sorry, ma’am!”

The boy rambled out whatever he could think of in his panic. His eyes darted towards Kumatake to see how dead he was about to be… but she just nodded. Her gaze was fixated on Ayami and her attempt at what was more of a failing supervillainess in a hentai than actual bullying.

“Good shit,” the stone-faced gang leader approved.

“Hey! Pay attention,” Ayami demanded.

She palmed the back of Manobu’s head and forced it under her skirt. His eyes went wide as a muffled protest was blocked out by her holding him against her vagina.

“No escaping now! Mwahaha!”

The proud, pink-haired girl beamed, remembering seeing some of her more experienced gang sisters pull something like this before. She was too committed to impressing her girlfriend/boss to show any signs of pleasure, more focused on tormenting her prey.

“Now apologize for looking at it, you weak little butt.”

“Umsumma,” he mewled beneath her skirt. He gulped hard, her sweet scent flooding his senses and making his mouth water. His lips and tongue ran submissively over her slit when Ayami pulled him in harder.

“That’s right! You’re lower than my kitty, aren’t you? You’re so pathetic and weak I don’t even have to try to get you down there. You know who’s queen of this school, you dirty little perv! You must just want to rub all over my-”

Ayami squeaked as she was interrupted by Kumatake catching her around the waist. The big blonde slung her over her shoulder like an impatient cavewoman, freeing Manobu’s eyes and mouth.

“Okay, that’s it. We’re heading out,” Kumatake said hurriedly.

“Good job, dude. Tell Chiyo that you paid your dues for next month.”

She walked away fast enough for a strong breeze to blow Manobu’s hair around. He stared dumbstruck after them, modestly licking some of the leftover wetness from his lips.

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“That was hot as fuck. Holy shit,” Kumatake groaned.

She ducked off down an empty hall and pinned Ayami up against the wall. The pink-haired girl looked at her wide-eyed, more surprised than afraid. Her pale cheeks blushed, always surprised and excited when Kumatake actually got vocal around her. She was never an open book with her feelings, but she was patient when that meant her pent up outbursts like this.

The big blonde kissed her hungrily, breasts and mouth pushed up against Ayami’s. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms loosely around Kumatake’s neck, hanging on to keep her close. The delinquent queen ran her hands under her blouse and rubbed up her breasts, making goosebumps spring up like her hardening nipples.

Ayami just cooed softly and leaned back against the wall, letting Kumatake help herself. She kissed her messily, a bit of drool running between their tongues when she parted away from her. Kumatake ran her hands up Ayami’s sides once more before she caught her by the hips.

With a show of her infamous strength, Kumatake lifted her completely off her feet. Ayami gasped in surprise as the blonde held onto her hips, lifting her up so her pussy was raised to eye level with her. Kumatake buried her face beneath her skirt and latched onto her pussy with a hunger matching her kiss. Ayami actually gasped even louder as she immediately slurped up inside her pussy.

“OH! Oh, okay! You’re THIS kind of bad!” Ayami noted in a breathless tone.

She ran her hands over Kumatake’s thick mane, encouraging her while feeling her nod beneath her hands. Kumatake moaned deeply, flexing her mouth around and inside Ayami’s pussy as she shuddered. Ayami ran her fingers through the mess of blonde hair.

“That’s it. Good girl,” she said as steady as she could. She breathed heavily as her aggressively horny girlfriend ate her out while lifting her off the floor.

“Let it all out. Let me have it. You loved seeing me be all big and strong back there, now didn’t you?”

The blonde bully groaned and nodded, using the motion to run her tongue rapidly up and down. It painted Ayami’s insides with her warm saliva while lightly batting at her clitoris like a cat toy.  Her pink-haired princess had to drape her legs over Kumatake’s shoulders, resting against her neck to avoid the spiky studs on her jacket. Ayami gave a shrill cry as her legs squeezed tightly around her face, humping hard as she squirted over Kumatake’s face. The blonde never even flinched as she slurped up her cum, licking over the smaller girl’s thighs and crotch to gratefully drink every last drop.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Kumatake growled under her breath. She planted another parting kiss on Ayami’s slit before easing her back down. She caught her by the armpits before putting her on her feet again.

“I guess so!” Ayami said, her head spinning a little as she smiled tightly. She fumbled around for her bag, a little unsteady as she got her panties.

“I must be a pretty good bully then, huh?”

“Oh you were an adorable babe back there,” Kumatake said firmly. “Still an okay bully though.”

“Aww,” Ayami said, smiling wider with pride. She leaned up on her toes a little to kiss Kumatake on the cheek. The big girl blushed as Ayami hugged her arm and leaned into her.

“Well I got a pretty good teacher.”

“Next time I should teach you how to smash a dude’s head through a table,” Kumatake said with a smirk.

“I think I’m still learning the basics,” Ayami insisted.