nagatoro NTR draft

“Check it out,” Gamo said, opening her handbag a crack to let Yoshi and Sakura peer inside.

“What even is that?” Sakura asked.

“It’s some booze that I swiped off some old guy this morning,” Gamo explained, closing the bag.

“Okay, but why?” Sakura asked.

“I was gonna split it with you all, but Hayacchi  is preoccupied with her swim club, besides, I don’t even know where we could go to break it open without getting caught.” Gamio sighed.

“What about going up to that clubroom she always hangs out in?” Sakura suggested.

A smug smile spread across Gamo’s lips. “Yeah, if Hayacchi isn’t here, let’s go share with Paisen instead!”

“Paisen!” Yoshi Chirped in.

The three girls made their up the stairs to the floor the art club room was on, and quickly strolled down the deserted halls till they found the correct door. Without so much as a knock or warning of their presence, Yoshi burst open the door and let the group in.

Inside, they found a confused and slightly afraid senpai. He quickly regained his composure from the middle of the room, sitting on a small stool in front of an easel holding an empty canvas.

“O-oh, it's just you,” Senpai said in a weak voice. His eyes quickly scanned their group before saying, “No Nagatoro?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, Paisen,” Gamo said, taking a couple of steps into the room. Sakura shut the door behind the group. “Today is a special day. A day for celebration.” Gamo said with a sneer.

“Celebrate!” Yoshi said, pointing her finger at Senpai.

“Celebrate what?” He asked.

“Well, it was to celebrate passing midterms, but Hayacchi got tied up with her swim club stuff, so you will have to be her replacement!” Gamo said.

“Oh, is that so?’ Paisen pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. “And how were you going to celebrate?”

Gamo grabbed a small table and dragged it across the room while Yoshi and Sakura grabbed a few chairs for them all to sit around it. With the makeshift table set up, Gamo pulled the large bottle of alcohol from her bag and loudly clanked it onto the table.

It took a moment for Senpai to read the label and realize that he was looking at the real thing.

“Wh-where did you get that?! And why did you bring it to school of all places?!” Senpai asked, scooting away from the table as if physically touching the bottle would get him in trouble immediately.

“Doesn’t matter where it came from, What matters is we are going to split it,” Gamo said, getting up from her chair and circling senpai. She put her hands on his shoulders and scooted him back up to the table.

“Do you have any cups in here, or are we going to have to share the bottle?” Gamo asked.

“Y-You can’t be serious,” Senpai replied.

“Alright, fine. No cups. Yoshi, open it up. Everyone gets a swig then passes it to the next person until the bottle is gone.” Gamo Instructed.

Yoshi bit into the top of the bottle, ripping the packaging away. Almost as soon as the top came off the smell of booze could be smelled in the small confined area. Without hesitation, Yoshi pounded back her first mouthful. She set the bottle on the table and slid it over to Sakura. Yoshi had a disgruntled look on her face.

“How is it, Yoshi?” Gamo asked, sitting back down at her spot.

“Disgusting!” Yoshi exclaimed.

Sakura started to put the bottle to her lips when Senpai burst in. “Wait, wait, we do have dishware in the cabinet over there, use that at least!”

Gamo walked over to the cabinet in question and opened it. After rifling through it for a moment grabbed four teacups.

“I assume these are yours, or the president’s right?” Gamo said, setting the cups down on the table.

“Y-yeah, she keeps them in the classroom,” Senpai said.

Gamo passed one out to everyone, and sakura poured a small amount of the liquor into her cup before bringing it to her lips and quickly slurping it down. Like Yoshi, she cringed after swallowing, But didn’t complain and moved the bottle to Gamo. Gamo quickly did the same, pounding back her drink. She seems more accustomed to the taste than the others. With the three girls have gone, all their eyes turned to Senpai. Gamo set the bottle in front of Senpai and waited.

“I never agreed to this, remember?” Senpai said, folding his arms.

“Too late to chicken out now, Paisen.” Gamo grinned. She grabbed the bottle and poured a swig into Senpai’s cup. “We all did it, now it’s your turn.”

“As if I could ever do something like this. You know, you could get expelled just for having that stuff. If I were to report-” Senpai started.

“You would get expelled too,” Gamo said flatly. “You think they are going to believe that you weren’t involved with the three of us, drinking in YOUR clubroom? You don’t have any choice, Paisen. You have to do it, or everyone gets expelled.”

Senpai gulped and stared at the bottle for a moment, weighing his options.

“F-fine, you have tied my hands here. I guess I have no choice then.” Senpai squeaked out.

“Blackmail!” Yoshi said, staring intently at Senpai.

With a shaking hand, Senpai reached for his cup. He sniffed the rim. The smell was repugnant. Nevertheless, he held his breath and knocked back the cup, letting the foul liquid wash over his sense of taste. He recoiled harshly to it, but after a moment swallowed it.

“Good job, Paisen. I didn’t think you had it in you!” Gamo smiled.

“You should be nicer to Senpai, after all this is supposed to be a celebration, right?” Sakura asked.

Yoshi went ahead and reached for the bottle, opting to skip the cup and just chugging again from the bottle before passing it to Sakura.

“Hmm, I suppose you are right. Maybe we should reward Paisen for going along with us and taking Hayacchi’s place.” Gamo said, leaning back in her chair and thinking while sakura poured her second round. “But what could we reward Paisen with?”

“Lewds!” Yoshi suggested.

The bottle was passed to Gamo who quickly poured herself another shot and slid the bottle over to Senpai. With a laugh, Gamo said, “Well yeah, we all know Paisen would like that. But does he deserve that much?”

“You all have the wrong idea,” Senpai said as he hesitantly poured himself his second drink, intentionally making it smaller than the first. Then sliding the emptying bottle to Yoshi.

“Oh, is that right?’ Gamo asked. She then pointed to Sakura. “She has been with lots of boys, I bet if you wanted to feel her chest she would let you, especially now.”

“Is that true, Senpai, do you want to feel these?” Sakura unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and pressed her arms together, accentuating her cleavage.

“N-No!” Senpai said, his cheeks growing rosy.

Gamo rolled her eyes with a short laugh as Yoshi took her last shot from the bottle and handed it to Sakura.

“He is just shy, you will never get him to say what he really wants, you know,” Gamo said.

Sakura took her last drink and handed it to Gamo, who did the same before handing the last bits of alcohol to Senpai. With a grimace, Senpai finished off the bottle and set it down.

“Kudos, Paisen. I was really worried you would be a sort of buzzkill for this sort of thing. I guess you earned that reward after all.” Gamo said, getting up from her seat and circling Senpai’s chair. From her spot standing above Senpai, she nodded at Sakura who smiled back. As Sakura stood up, much to Senpai’s confusion, he felt Gamo’s arms slide under his, and hook around his shoulders, restraining him. She pulled him back, out away from the table a foot or two.

“Hey, what are you…” Senpai started before Sakura slid down on top of him. She sat on his lap, sitting backward in the chair. From her slight elevation, she was looking down at him, his face was about level with her chest.

Sakura smiled down at him and reached towards his face, plucking his glasses off his nose before her free hand snaked around the back of his head, her fingers intertwining with his hair. She then pushed his head and her chest forward, smashing the two into one another.

Senpai struggled for a bit, but once he felt the soft tender embrace of Sakura’s bust he was overwhelmed. He had longed dreamed of this sort of thing, despite never admitting to it. He just never imagined it would happen under these kinds of circumstances. Despite where his heart may truly lie, the soft warmth of her skin, and the undeniable friction that her butt is causing nestled right in his lap as it moves side to side was too much.

“Oh!” Sakura exclaimed, pulling back a bit as she felt herself get poked in the bottom. “That was rather quick.”

As Sakura pulled her chest back, Senpai’s face was beet red and he was breathing more heavily now.

Sakura squirmed a bit more, intentionally rubbing her butt against him. She smiled at him before standing up.