Slightly dazed, I open my eyes. What... where am I? Is this some kind of basement? A few pieces of forgotten furniture lie in a corner of the room. I'm sitting in some sort of chair. I try to stand up, but some force resists my movement. I look down to see a rope tied around my chest and the chair. After a few moments of futile attempts to break myself free, I reach to rub away the fatigue from my eyes, but my hands won't move. Confused, I turn and see another rope, cutting slightly into my wrists as I struggle against it.

Panicking a little now, I try to recall the events of the day. I woke up as usual, took my usual walk to school, made my way through my classes, attended the daily literature club meeting, then—I rack my memory, but I can't remember anything that happened after that. So whatever happened between then and now is a mere blur in my mind, then... I'm becoming more and more worried. Why would this happen to me?

Calm down. I'm not thinking straight. Maybe this was all a mistake. I look around myself again, doing my best to try to recognize whose basement this is. I've never seen that table in my life. But... somehow, that disused chair reminds me of something I've seen in Monika's house... Am I imagining things? And that storage container...

My thoughts are interrupted by an unmistakable voice. "Oh, you're finally awake!"

No. What? Why? Monika?

"Monika... what the hell?" My voice quivers in sheer disbelief.

"I just thought that you needed a little help getting home, you know? With how you collapsed after the club meeting..." Wait, I collapsed? Unless...

"Did you drug me or something? Are you crazy?"

"No, of course not! Why would I do that? After this is over, you can ask any of my club members. Did you even eat anything in the morning? Or at lunch?"

As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. I didn't have enough time in the morning, and at lunch I was too busy to get anything to eat.

"But that still doesn't answer why you tied me to this chair!"

"Well, you know~ I'm just thinking, is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free? And right now?" She shoots me a lustful look. "I'm going to take all you can give."

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I'm not sure I want to find out what that means, but I can't help but feel just a little aroused by her expression. I'm given no time to think about it, though, as her lips approach mine, practically sucking out whatever life force I have. Her tongue penetrates deep into my mouth, and my feeble efforts to fight back with my own do little to help the situation. She turns her head more to find a better angle, seeing how I'm currently unable to move, a slight moan leaving her as she continues her impassioned attack.

An eternity passes, but she finally frees herself, leaving a string of saliva connecting us both. Her tongue picks up whatever of it that got onto her, seeming to savor the taste. Her eyes, the same emerald color as always, cry out a clear message of her mounting carnal desire. I find myself begin to experience those same desires.

"Now, why don't you take off your clothes?" As she says this, she has her shirt and leggings off already and is making fast progress on her skirt too. Exposed, her body is perfection that I can't break my gaze from without conscious effort. Her breasts bounce slightly as she reaches down to eliminate the final bits of her clothing from the equation.

"Oh... you really should learn to listen better, you know?" Her mock tone of disapproval is palpable. "You didn't even try to take off your clothes, did you?" She moves closer towards me and kneels down on the floor in front of me, facing me.

"Here, let me help you out." A mischievous look flashes through her eyes. Her hands move to unfasten my belt which she throws aside, a metallic clinking noise as it hits the ground.

"Someone looks excited to see me," she says, catching a laugh in her throat. "Don't worry, so am I." She pulls down my pants with in a single fierce motion, her nails digging in at the material.

"I'm not done yet," she says, pulling off my shirt against the resistance of the ropes at my chest that still bind me to the chair. She frees the parts of my sleeve that are restrained by that rope, then lets my shirt land in the general vicinity of my pants and belt.

"Alright, now that that's settled... I have some ideas." She bends down, taking her breast in her right hand and rubbing it in my face. My breath is hot and heats up my face as my vision is completely blocked. I feel profoundly powerless, but suddenly have an idea, which I execute by sticking my tongue out, leaving lines of my saliva along her. When she positions herself so that her nipple runs beneath my tongue, she pulls back almost imperceptibly, enjoying the moment.

Before she ends up smothering me entirely, she steps back.

"I bet you weren't expecting that," I say, a slightly victorious tone in my words.

"Oh, but you thought it was over, didn't you? I've got at least one more trick up my sleeve." She stops herself after that last sentence. "Wait, no, I don't have any clothes on. I don't think I can say that if I'm not wearing anything with sleeves, can I?" She sighs. "Anyway. You know what I mean."

She coaxes my underwear off, hesitating a little at the bulge. She slides one finger down in one continuous motion, then takes her entire hand and wraps it around. She whips back her hair to keep it from getting in the way. Her tongue makes a few forays, impacting me lightly as her left hand is busy satisfying her own desires.

Still bound to the chair, I try to jerk back but can't move, the chair feet hitting the ground lightly as I fail to resist captivity. She's using her entire mouth now and her muffled voice echoes weakly in the basement. If eyes could speak, hers would be letting out an unending stream of hearts at me. In any case, her fingers are moving inside her more rapidly. All I can really do is enjoy myself, and my breathing grows more ragged.

Judging from her blissful expression, she's nearly at the breaking point. I'm almost at my point of release, too.

"M-Monika, I'm about to—" A moment too late, apparently. The hot discharge exits me and slides smoothly into her. She shows no resistance, readily swallowing every bit of it, her tongue flicking at the corners of her mouth to clear away the rest of it.

All of a sudden, she gives me a commanding look and says, "Open wide," forcefully sticking her left index and middle fingers into my mouth. They're moist with her juices, which taste of her. It's not unpleasant, to be entirely honest, but her nails are cutting into the inside of my mouth a little. She extricates her fingers from my mouth, then allows herself a moment to catch her breath.

"Well, it's only fair, right? Even if I did kinda like the taste..." She lets herself smile slightly at that. "I guess I'm done now. I'll let you go now." Her hands come around to the rope that still binds me to the chair and untie the knot behind me, then undo the smaller one around my wrists. As I get up, slightly unbalanced, both fall to the ground. I pick up my clothes and slip them back on as she does the same with hers.

As I step up the stairs to freedom, she calls out to me. "Don't forget to bring a poem for tomorrow!"

"I won't!" Well... let's just say I think I have an idea for what I'm going to write about.