Prison School +Plus

There are times when I find myself in situations that can be quite mystifying. Even before I met Mari, I often struggled with figuring out where I fit in with others. I sense that not only my peers but also the adults in my life perceive me differently.

After a while, it dawned on me that something was off. Back then, I had just started middle school, and let me tell you, the bullying I endured was a part of my everyday life. Initially, I was delighted when a bunch of older guys stood up for me. It seemed like some teachers were on my side as well.

As a result, the bullying I experienced became increasingly difficult to handle. However, I persevered because I believed there was still someone who would stand up for me. Eventually, I caught wind of a rumor.

"I'm torn on whether to sympathize with that girl or not... well, I think she brought it upon herself."

"Hahaha, yeah, it was pretty amusing to see her completely clueless about what was going on."

"But it's frustrating. Just because she has a larger bust, all the guys are trying to get a peek under her skirt."

"It wouldn't surprise me if she's already using her hole to get those men to play the role of her prince."

Although I'm not familiar with most of the things they're saying, at least I am aware that they are talking about me. I can vividly recall the moment when I strolled down the corridor. My body kept trembling as I struggled to maintain a positive mindset.

In a nutshell, I had the chance to uncover the truth firsthand. As my vision sharpened, I couldn't help but notice that my seniors and male teachers were fixated on something other than my eyes during our conversations, and that was my chest.

As our conversation went on, I noticed their breathing getting heavier. I was so naive that I just let it happen out of fear. And then, one by one, they started asking me out on dates, their perverted intentions becoming more and more obvious.

Naturally, I turned down all of them, and at that very moment, my perception of men took a complete 180-degree turn. When they don't get what they want, they resort to bullying me. It's genuinely frustrating and hurtful.

"Damn it, that girl is full of herself. She actually believed we were standing up for her for no reason."

"Yeah, I thought she would catch on to what we were after and let us have a feel of her big tits... hahahaha..."

"You can't imagine how thrilled I was when she seemed unsure about accepting my confession... but in the end, she turned me down."

"It's interesting to note that some of the teachers who supported her shared our intentions... it's kind of mind-boggling, don't you think? Would they face imprisonment if they were caught try touching the underage girls' breasts?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was a harsh reality that I simply couldn't come to terms with. My legs felt weak, unable to support me at that moment. I also recall how I used to seek out a quiet spot to simply find some inner calm.

I had high hopes that everything would work out fine, but the experience left a lasting impact on me. I would frequently have nightmares where they would reach out to touch my breasts. I can't seem to shake off the memory of their inappropriate words.

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"No... Please don't touch my breasts... What are you doing... Mmmh... If you don't stop, I won't forgive you…"

As I opened my eyes, I noticed my right hand reaching up and my left hand firmly gripping my breasts.

As I glanced down at my hands, everything seemed normal. But then, a wave of surprise washed over me as I realized that something felt off and uncomfortable in the region between my legs.

"Am I seeing Mari in my dreams again?"

It was pretty tough for me to focus with the way I woke up in this weird state, but then I admitted that this wasn't the first time it had happened.

I was truly captivated by Mari and held her in high regard. Her presence often finds its way into my dreams. I've never shared this with anyone, but when my dreams take a more perverted turn, I usually wake up feeling quite unsettled.

"But I can't help but wonder why I keep seeing Kiyoshi's face in my dreams. It's like there's a deeper connection there. I can still vividly recall how he did dirty things to my body as if it were reality."

I woke up and took a quick look around. Yep, this was definitely my room in the dorm. However, I'm still not completely content, so I attempt to recall the events of last night.

After I locked the men in their cells, I went to see Kiyoshi. We had a long conversation about various topics until I started feeling tired and decided to call it a day.

"I was really exhausted and half-asleep at that point, so I can't quite recall the specifics of our conversation... we were discussing Mari, weren't we?"

I couldn't help but smile, imagining how Mari must have appeared in my dreams and left me feeling so wet.

It's frustrating that I can't get a response unless I reach out to Kiyoshi directly.

I took a deep breath and glanced down at my school skirt, which had transformed into my sleeping pants. However, I couldn't help but shake my head when I noticed that it was a bit messy with wet spots.

"Well, the one thing I can say is that I still manage to stick to my routine of changing into my cozy pajamas before hitting the bed."

Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist touching the damp spot. In that instant, my whole body trembled, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

As soon as my mind cleared up, I felt a surge of excitement. I reached out and touched the damp spot again, this time pressing down gently and giving it a little nudge.

"Ahhh... it can't be helped... Mari, it's because of you... I've become someone who has these urges and pleasures herself as soon as she wakes up…"

For some reason, I'm having a hard time keeping Mari's image in my head. It's like Kiyoshi keeps popping up instead. It's really throwing me off. But my hands didn't stop there, continuing their descent as they pulled down my panties. I began to play with my pussy, my fingers moving effortlessly as if they were familiar with this embarrassing thing.

The warm sunlight gradually rose from my feet as my desire grew stronger. After a while, I couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. My legs were even feeling a bit cramped, but the pleasure was just too intense. It was a thrilling sight to see my love juice splashing from my crotch with excitement.