Quoted By:
>Gura had a bare foot on her forehead, her normally plaited pig tails untied and in a tangled mess, like a ghost from a Japanese horror film.
>You stood at the doorframe, an occasional eye glancing to the right towards the door. >These unisex bathrooms were out in the track field, filthy and dirty, they were rarely used by students. It was a perfect spot for this.
>"Come on Kroniiiiiii~, why so quiet?", Gura drones out in that annoying accent that she sometimes inflects.
>Kronii just sat there on the toilet seat, drenched because of the bucket of water Gura dumped over her head when she dragged her here. You couldn't deny, through the soaked uniform you were able to clearly see her white bra. She was stacked, really fucking stacked. You couldn't help but think Gura might be a little jealous.
>"Don't you think you've done enough Gura?" you ask half heartedly, you asked not out of concern for Gura's poor victim but more out of boredom.
>"Hey anon, shut up." She says angrily while slamming the heel of her foot down on Kronii's head, eliciting a cry of pain from her.
>"Why not do something useful for once? Punch her," Gura retreats her leg, inserting her foot back into her slippers and stepping to the side. Giving you a space for you to approach Kronii.
>The three of you barely fit in the bathroom stall, a claustrophobic space that necessitated some cramping.
>You raise your brow, you never involved yourself directly in Gura's hobbies. You were just her babysitter.
>"If you don't punch her right now I'm not gonna leave," Gura smiles viciously, she can smell your hesitation.
>You sigh
>You stretch your rotator cuff counter-clockwise, winding up a single punch. Kronii start shivering, both from the wet cold and fearful anticipation of your attack.
>You take up a stance, your boxing coach would be ashamed if you couldn't jab even in these tight confines.
>You exhale, your eye dead center. Kronii raised her arms up in meagre defense of her face.
>That wouldn't help.
>You arm whips out, you can feel the cartilage of her nose caving in from contact with your knuckles. Kronii's head violently whips back and collides with the wall behind her.
>Gura eeps a little, taken back by how fast and sudden your assault was.
>You look at your knuckles, the skin a little scrapped. Kronii's head droops down, her hand weakly holding onto her face.
>"Whoa...," Gura breathes out, a little shaken by the amount of damage you had inflicted.
>Kronii was heaving her chest out, forced to breathe through her mouth. She was bent over, blood gushing from her face an into the linoleum floor.
>"Uhhh, well, I guess we're going now," you were a little annoyed, Gura was the one who egged you on to do this. She should see the consequences of her actions.
>Kronii raises her head, her nose was fucked up. Tears were streaming down her face, her hand nursing the ruined mess.
>That was normal, that was expected. A blow straight on the nose was enough to bring down even heavyweights.
>What wasn't normal was the elated expression on her face.
>"Ha...ha..." Her voice was nasally high, she was breahting out, in pain but also....pleasure.
>"P-Punch me...again..." Her pupils are dilating, she looks at you with a disarming hunger. She's barely concious.
>You can see her rubbing her thighs together intensely, you can see two little bumps on her bra, piercing the fabric. Her nipples were that fucking erect.
>This bitch was messed up.
>You just stood there, confused.
>Kronii's straying eyes noticed, she looked at the space between your legs. She saw it.
>She wasn't the only one who enjoyed this.
>Gura scuttled over to the bathroom stall door, disturbed by the weird tension between you and Kronii.
>When she sees you ready yourself for another punch, the diminutive shark girl decided she wasn't going to be party to this.
>"S-See ya!," Gura speeds outside.
>She was a bully, but even she had limits.
