Seiran Academy

Chapter 25

“This isn’t right,” Draco pointed out. He looked down from the window of the classroom upon the students down below. He itched to go rushing down there but Nemesis and Sage kept reminding him that one real good fight could reveal him for what he really was, not the bitchy Belle the school believed him to be.

“She’s the one who came up with the idea,” Sage pointed out coldly, watching a hard blow land on Minako’s chin from one of the tougher girls in the school. Minako went down, her body and skirt sprawling out around her.

“We only made her think she came up with the idea,” Draco hissed.

“Are you going back on this?” Sage countered. Minako was now being held down by the other girls who leaned over her, blocking the blonde angel from their view. All of them leaned further out, but not far enough to be noticed, so they could catch a glimpse of the fight that had been orchestrated by Minako’s misdeeds.

“I just think that maybe Minako was not the right one,” Draco sighed.

“She’s perfect,” Sage snapped. “Bartholomew already wants her, can think of no one but her, and if not her the plan would be ruined.”

Nemesis the whole time stayed conspicuously quiet. He had been a much apart of this as any of them had. He just could not bear to watch her pressed into the dirt, behind the school in a place where none would see her but one wandering faculty member, the one she had lead them towards. Would he arrive soon enough? Would he be able to protect her?

“Nemesis, don’t tell me you are turning into a pussy too,” Sage snapped at his friend, turning to face him slightly.

“No,” Nemesis held strong to his resolve, or as strong as he could manage. “I just find it hard to watch her be assaulted. I prefer to be the only one doing the assaulting.”

Sage grinned and turned back to the scene before him, but both Draco and Nemesis felt a little sick.

~*~

Minako fell to the ground with a hard thump. She knew this was her own doing, that the girls were angry with her and she had tormented that anger, but still that did not ease the pain that racked through her body as she hit the ground, girls crowding her with their anger, and fists.

“How could you cheat on Nemesis?” screamed one girl. Kick to the sides.

“How could you lure Sage on?” Kick to the chest. Minako huffed loudly, wheezing on the air she was able to fill her lungs with.

“Hold her down,” one particularly vicious girl said and the others followed suit. Where the Hell was Mr. Evans? He always walked by here around this time. She had run with all of her might, barely able to keep them off of her as she made her way back into the darkened recesses of the alleys behind the school and now when she needed her hero he was running late? She nearly screamed with frustration, and then with true, terrifyingly real fear as her legs were spread open and female hands were ripping away her underwear. Her crystal blue eyes widened and she looked up as she was slapped across the face by one girl.

Her focus was blurring. The leader girl, the tallest one known for her vicious reputation and her boyish attitude, stood before Minako with something long and thick in her hands. At first Minako could barely comprehend why this girl would be carrying that particular item around. Why was this girl even that angry with her, did she not have a thing for girls?

“This is a dildo,” the bitch explained, “I know you have probably not seen one before; you are too virginal for that. Yet, with what we saw you doing with Sage we question if you really are a virgin. We are going to test you.”

Minako’s eyes widened with the realization of what these girls intended to do to her. She shuddered and shook. The blasé attitude of being attacked, knowing her rescuer was coming, was thrown off by the sudden panic. These girls intended to hurt her in more ways than one. Mr. Evans was nowhere close enough to saving her. Minako fought.

The situation was dire, even from the beginning. There were seven girls and only one of Minako. Minako kept her eyes on the girls, she tried her hardest not to glance up at the men that she knew were watching from an unused classroom window. She knew three faces would be there. She was afraid of what she would see. Would there be any feeling or would their just be a quiet distillation in their lives?

Minako never found out. As the lead girl bent down towards Minako, stripping her of her underwear as four of the girls spread her legs and two of them held down her arms, Mr. Evans, Minako’s hero, finally arrived, just as the tip of that silicone vibrator slipped into her. Minako cried out helplessly with an innocence she had lost long ago and even as the girl was being dragged away from Minako she kicked out with her foot, pushing it hard into Minako’s body. Minako, though not an innocent virgin, felt nothing but pain. She was not ready, her body did not want to be molested in such a way, and here she was, held down by girls who refused to scatter, even in the confusion, with a vibrator slowly vibrating inside of her. She bucked and fought harder.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mr. Evans’ was known for his eternal patience, for his very quiet demeanor. Mr. Evans no longer showed any resemblance of that teacher. He threw the lead girl away from Minako so hard that she would have slammed into the brick wall of the school if she had not already been fighting for balance. The other girls, seeing that Mr. Evans would not treat them as the ladies they were brought up to be, scattered in an insurmountable amount of chaos. The girls were running from him as he rushed to Minako. Without thinking his hands were between her legs, gripping the end of the vibrator, and pulling it out. Not before he felt the heat suddenly emanating from her damp nether regions. In the amount of time it took him to throw that girl she was suddenly needy again, but only because of his rescue. Minako, somewhere deep down, still loved Thomas Evans, and his rescue was as close to romantic as she could expect in these situations.

Mr. Evans lifted a trembling Minako into his arms and carried her into the school. Above the three men watched as she returned to the school building and then immediately scattered, hoping to not be caught, but to eavesdrop on the following conversation.