Chapter 286: Epilogue 20 – The Boobjob Competition, Gyarus

With her master’s permission, Lilith applied hypnosis while kissing him.

In the blink of an eye, his entire world changed.

One moment, Lilith’s lips were on his. The next, he blinked and found himself sitting alone in a bathroom stall, eating his lunch.

His memories had been rewritten, not enough to change his personality, but enough to immerse him completely in the world the girls had created.

He was now the archetypal anime protagonist: a guy who had somehow ended up at an all-girls college that had only recently opened its doors to a handful of male students.

Three hundred students in total. Two hundred and ninety-four women, and only six men.

And, out of pure embarrassment, he was already hiding from the rest of them.

Earlier that day, Liam had his first swimming class. Forced into school-issued swimwear with many hot girls around him, he hadn’t lasted long. His cock had hardened, thick and heavy, pressing obscenely against the thin fabric of his swimming trunks. The other guys had probably struggled too, but Liam’s case was different. He was huge. There was no hiding it.

The teacher had seen the bulge, assumed he was stuffing something down his trunks as a joke, and publicly ordered him to stop clowning around and remove whatever he’d put in there. When he insisted it was just him, she hadn’t believed it at first, until she reached for it and blushed.

However, by then, the damage was already done.

The incident had attracted everyone’s attention.

The stares, followed by the sudden silence that fell over the entire pool deck, had made him the school’s newest gossip topic overnight.

For example, at that very moment, four of the school’s hottest gyarus were discussing him in the hallway outside the classrooms during lunch break.

The blond one, tall, sharp-eyed, with a deep cleavage that was already pushing the limits of the uniform code, scoffed and crossed her arms under her chest.

"There’s no way an otaku like Liam actually has a big cock. He’s probably just packing socks or something. Losers like him always overcompensate."

A shorter gyaru beside her answered with a smug little smile, tilting her head.

"Who knows? Maybe he really does have one. Why don’t you go find out?"

Standing next to the short girl was a much taller, deeply tanned gyaru whose enormous breasts were straining so hard against her uniform blouse that the fabric looked ready to give up. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material, dark and stiff.

"You girls are insane," the tanned one said, voice low and amused.

"I’m just saying," the short gyaru continued, still teasing, "don’t you want to know the truth? Someone’s got to offer themselves as tribute."

"And why don’t you do it?" the blond shot back.

"Hey. Enough."

Helena clapped her hands together once, sharp and final, cutting the discussion dead. The other three fell quiet.

She turned toward them fully. Helena was a gyaru with short reddish hair that framed her face in soft layers, the color catching the light like polished copper.

Her uniform was tailored tighter than regulation, the blouse pulled snug across a pair of full, heavy breasts that sat high and round.

"You shouldn’t underestimate otakus," she said firmly. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips, and her friends couldn’t help smiling back.

"You’re probably the only gyaru otaku in the world," the short one joked.

"Besides, Liam seems like a total loser, doesn’t he?" the blond argued. "He is not like you."

"And do you even know him?" Helena countered, shutting her friend down with a look. "Don’t worry. I’ll find out the truth."

〇〇〇

Liam sat in the back of the classroom, jaw tight, silently cursing every decision that had led him here.

Detention. Of course he had detention. Even though he hadn’t done a single thing wrong except get hard in a swimsuit. The teacher still wanted him after school "to discuss appropriate conduct." As if any of this was his fault.

He couldn’t focus on a single word of the lesson. Every time he looked up, he felt eyes on him. The weight of the entire school’s attention pressed down on the back of his neck. So he stopped looking up.

He opened his sketchbook and drew instead, focusing entirely on it. He didn’t notice when the bell rang, or the scrape of chairs and the sudden rush of voices as everyone else packed up and left. The classroom emptied around him while he kept drawing, lost in the curve of a waist and the heavy swell of breasts on the page.

A soft voice cut through the quiet.

"She’s pretty."

Liam’s pencil froze.

Helena was standing beside his desk, looking down at the sketchbook with open interest. The girl on the page, full chest, short reddish hair, tight school blouse, looked a lot like her. Too much like her.

Liam’s stomach dropped. His life was over. He had no intention of doing that; he didn’t even know why he was drawing a girl, it just happened somehow. It was as if something had guided him to do it.

Still, Helena didn’t look offended. If anything, her smile turned sharper, more interested. She glanced toward the empty doorway, then back at him. Without any further warning, she reached up and tugged the front of her blouse open just enough, so that the soft, heavy inner curves of her breasts were suddenly visible.

Because she had opened just the middle button of the blouse, not the top or bottom one, the opening was just perfect to fit a cock inside.

"Show me," she said quietly, voice low and direct. "Pull it out. If it’s really as big as everyone says... I’ll give you a proper boobjob right here. No one else has to know."

Liam swallowed hard, thinking for a few seconds. But then he reached down and freed himself; for some reason, he just felt like he could trust Helena.

His cock sprang out thick, heavy, and already half-hard after what Helena had told him. It thickened further under her eyes, the heavy shaft rising until it stood rigid and veined, the head flushed dark.

Helena’s breath caught. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she stared.

"Holy shit..." she whispered, voice gone soft with genuine shock. "It’s real. It’s actually... fucking huge."

She bit her lip, then glanced up at him with sudden excitement.

"Can I take a picture? Just one. The girls won’t believe me otherwise. I’ll show them and they’ll all be dying to get a turn. You’ll be a legend."

"No," Liam said immediately, voice rough. "No pictures."

Helena pouted, the expression almost unfairly cute. She huffed softly, then smirked again.

"Fine. But a promise is a promise. You can fuck my tits if you want... but only if you’ve got the balls to do it right here in the classroom."

She didn’t wait for an answer. She stepped closer, cupped her heavy breasts, and pressed them together around his cock, the soft, warm flesh swallowing most of his length in a perfect, tight channel.

Liam groaned and thrust.

He fucked her breasts with short, hungry strokes, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the quiet room. Helena held them firmly, squeezing and shifting to keep the pressure perfect, watching his face with heated eyes. The head of his cock kept peeking out from the top of her cleavage with every upward thrust.

It didn’t take long for Liam to reach his limit. He came hard, thick ropes of cum spurting across the upper slopes of her breasts and filling the tight valley between them. Helena kept squeezing until the last pulse faded, leaving her cleavage glossy and overflowing.

Then they both froze.

The sharp click of heels echoed from the hallway, growing closer.

Helena moved instantly. She stepped back, yanked her blouse closed over the mess, and buttoned it just enough to look decent. Cum still coated the inner curves of her breasts and soaked into the fabric, but it was all she could do.

Liam shoved his cock back into his pants and dropped into his seat, sketchbook snapping shut just as the door opened.

A tall redhead in a tight suit stepped inside.

It was the school principal, Lucia.

She glanced around the empty classroom, then fixed her eyes on the two of them.

"Helena. You’re dismissed. Go."

Helena hesitated only a second, then slipped out with a quick, knowing glance at Liam. The door clicked shut behind her.

Lucia turned her full attention to him. She walked closer, heels soft on the floor, and stopped beside his desk.

"I’ll be handling your detention myself," she said calmly.

Liam opened his mouth. "I would like to say that I didn’t do anything wrong..."

She cut him off with a kiss.

A firm and passionate kiss that stole all his air, her boobs pressing against his chest.

"I know," she murmured. "I know exactly what happened in the pool. And I came to apologize for how the swim teacher treated you."

Her hand slid down, found the thick outline still straining against his pants, and closed around it through the fabric.

"A student like you could really help the other girls get in line," she said, voice low as she gave him a slow, deliberate squeeze. "A big stick is the best way to discipline girls... don’t you think?"