“No…!”

Lena’s breathing turned ragged the moment she laid eyes on the syringe. Unlike the others, this empty one had a blunt tip and was unusually large. Given the complete absence of a needle, it appeared to be an instrument for experiments rather than medical use.

The absence of a needle also meant that most of the elements that typically invoked terror from a syringe had been stripped away. Nevertheless, Lena trembled with fear. Duke, on the other hand, approached her with complete indifference, as if this were a familiar routine.

“What’s wrong, Lena? Don’t be so tense.”

“Hah… Ahhh…”

“You’re so stiff. Come on, relax!”

Duke roughly slapped Lena’s buttocks as if handling a patient. With each strike, her resilient flesh rippled and flushed a deep crimson. Along with her sharp gasps, thick bodily fluids leaked down.

“Aheuk!”

“I barely even hit you hard. Stop being so dramatic.”

“Ugh… Heuk…”

His final strike transitioned into a grope, his hand kneading the flesh of her buttocks as if savoring the texture of her skin. It was undoubtedly humiliating and painful, yet when his fingers brushed against her vulva, a short gasp escaped Lena’s lips.

“Hak…!”

“What? Did you feel something? Even now?”

“No…”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

“Euyk…”

Once again, his fingers rubbed against Lena’s lower half. This time, it was far more explicit and slightly deeper. He stroked the wet area straddling the border between her pubic hair and inner flesh, digging into it like scooping honey from a jar. 

“Ah… Ehe…”

“You’re already enjoying this?”

“Don’t… don’t make me laugh…”

“You’re the joke, Lena. Try sticking your ass out more. It feels pretty good today.”

Duke even spat on his fingers as he relentlessly assaulted her lower regions. Lena twisted her waist and flinched, trying desperately to avoid his touch, but her thick labia only grew wetter with each attempt to escape.

As time passed, her gestures of resistance gradually morphed into expressions of pleasure. It hadn’t even been that long, yet the telltale tremors of an orgasm rippled through her thighs. Her vulva, which had greedily swallowed his fingers, eventually began to leak thin, watery fluids.

Only then did Duke withdraw his fingers with a satisfied air. Perhaps feeling ashamed at how easily she had been aroused, Lena panted heavily, her cheeks flushed red. Her sweat-slicked waist swayed slowly in rhythm with her erratic breathing.

Just then, something resembling a dark mark caught my eye through her rolled-up clothing. Tilting my head, I noticed what looked like crudely scrawled writing. But before I could make out what it said, Duke pulled the sack closer.

“Then shall we get started?”

“What…? N… no… I…”

“You’re saying you don’t like it now?”

Duke placed the empty syringe back into the sack. Then, with an air of deep deliberation, he rummaged through its contents.

“Let’s see… what should I use…”

“Heue… Heueu…”

“This one… or maybe this one.”

Soon, he slowly withdrew his hand from the sack. The syringe was no longer empty. It was now filled to the brim with an unidentified white liquid. With a slight push of the plunger, the syringe leaked a stream of pure white fluid.

And from within it emanated a familiar scent.

In that moment, I realized the identity of the liquid. Lena, too, must have guessed what was coming, as she began to thrash about with all her might.

“No! I don’t want this anymore!”

“Stay still, you fucking bitch. You’re so annoying.”

“Should I just fuck you raw?”

“Try treating her like a gentleman. She claims to be a lady, after all. Though I’m not sure if that still holds true.”

No matter how much she struggled, there was no way for Lena alone to shake off all their hands. As Duke approached and lightly tapped her vulva with the tip of the syringe, she let out a sharp scream.

“Heuk…!”

“Relax. It’s going in.”

“Please… please, Duke… I don’t want this anymore…”

“Hey, you’re the one who told me not to even think about taking your virginity with my dirty cock. So I’m protecting your precious virginity. But I still want my milk. So this is the only way. Right?”

“I…”

“For the record, I don’t know whose this is. It belongs to one of the idiots who wants to fuck you, anyway. Since there aren’t many girls left at the Academy who still play hard to get, I guess there’s a demand for you.”

“Ah…”

“…Anyway, you look a bit disappointed today. Did you get a little worked up earlier when we were fucking? Then… shall we play with you a bit more today?”

“No… Aheuk…”

As Duke gently rubbed the tip of the syringe around the area, Lena immediately let out a moan. For a virgin, her response was excessively fast. After gauging her reaction, Duke inserted the tip of the syringe with a swift push, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from her lips.

“Heyuk!”

“Oh, did I put it in too deep? Still, this much should be fine for a virgin, right?”

“Heyek… Ah… Ek…”

“I feel this every time I see it, but aren’t you climaxing way too fast? You’re already drooling…”

“That’s not… Ahahak…”

The excuse she had barely managed to squeeze out melted away the instant the syringe scraped against her inner walls. Savoring the sight, Duke began to move the syringe up and down.

“Ahe… Heyek…”

Amidst her seductive moans, the vulgar slurping sound of something being sucked up echoed through the room. He wasn’t thrusting it in very deep, but perhaps that tickled her more, as Lena’s waist continued to thrash about. She acted as if she simply couldn’t endure the tension washing over her lower abdomen.

Naturally, her vulva began to grow increasingly wet, and the syringe, which had initially been too stiff to insert easily, now invaded her inner walls quite smoothly. Oddly enough, the inner flesh that occasionally peeked through still maintained a pretty pink hue.

Even though it was a pseudo-sexual act, no man could watch a woman climax so quickly without getting aroused. Duke merely chuckled as if it were a joke, but the men holding her arms and head had already pulled down their pants. Thus, surrounded by numerous erect cocks, Lena let out a desperate voice.

“Aha… Hak… E…”

“If you like it this much, why do you keep playing hard to get? I don’t get it.”

“But that’s the fun of it. The anticipation makes the fuck all the sweeter.”

“But isn’t your stuff already going inside her anyway?”

“Exactly. I hope I’m the winner.”

He said this while gently stroking Lena’s back. Even at that simple touch, Lena twisted her waist and opened her mouth. Through her sweat-soaked hair, her unfocused eyes darted back and forth.

“Ah… E… Ee…”

“She really finishes so fast. No fun. I’ll wrap it up now.”

“E… Ee? What? No! Don’t!”

When Duke, having lost interest, moved to press the plunger, Lena suddenly snapped back to reality and screamed. But it was already too late. Duke pinned down Lena’s thrashing waist and brought his fingers to the plunger.

“Relax. And don’t even think about spitting it out like last time.”

“No! Don’t do it, Duke! Please! No!!!”

Lena threw a fit, thrashing about like a madwoman. The desk rattled, filling the room with a futile clatter. Duke watched her, pushed the syringe in deep, and pressed down on the plunger just like that.

And so, the unidentified bodily fluid contained within began to surge into Lena.

“Ah… Ah… Aaaah…!”

Normally, a man’s semen is ejaculated in a single burst. And I had heard that among women, there were some who felt a subtle pleasure from the warmth of that semen heated by body temperature.

But a syringe was different. The process was slow, and it lacked a human body temperature. What emotions Lena must have felt as that lukewarm liquid was pushed inside her without any passion was impossible to know. I could only find a clue in her violently trembling buttocks.

“Ah… Heuheuk…”

“…Puheup.”

Even in that moment, the men laughed. Of course they would laugh. The sight of her, struggling desperately to protect her purity and pride, was utterly ridiculous. Reaching climax from being fucked by a syringe, not even a human, gave exactly that impression.

Livestock on a breeding farm, mechanically impregnated for reproduction.

No, it was less than that.

…

And to be completely honest.

I felt a laugh coming on, too.

“Pfft.”

What a fucking idiot.

Chuckling softly, I watched the moment she was ejaculated into by the syringe. Unlike when she was with me, she accepted everything without any resistance.

Because the contents inside were so copious, some of it overflowed and trickled out. Duke pulled his hand away in disgust, and the syringe, having been left hanging inside her, dropped weakly to the floor.

“Tch… It’s all leaking out. Didn’t I tell you not to clench your stomach? This is what happens.”

“I’m… I’m… sorry…”

“I’ll put back in as much as spilled. Stick your ass up.”

“What? N…”

“Shut up, you bitch.”

Before I knew it, Duke had another syringe in his hand. And without hesitation, he plunged it in and pushed the contents inside. This time, without even a shred of pleasure, only a disgusting result was forced into the process.

Even so, Lena’s body felt pleasure on its own, her waist heaving. Her pitiful brain seemed unable to comprehend that a result had occurred without a process. Simply because there was the result of an ejaculation, she was instinctively tainted by an orgasm. That pathetic delusion was injected into her like a drug.

“Ah… Ahahak…”

“I told you not to spill it, and you spilled it again. You’re beyond saving, aren’t you?”

“Then don’t write this down, okay?”

“No. Write it down. She still needs to know who the daddy is, doesn’t she?”

At Duke’s words, one of the men pulled up Lena’s clothes. Only then did the graffiti scribbled on her back catch my eye. It wasn’t a complicated message. There were names. And numerous tally marks. The title of that explicit record was simple.

[Daddy Candidates.]

“Is this one… unidentified…”

“Ah…”

At his indifferent tone, Lena let out a faint moan. It was surely an expression of despair, but it only ended up arousing the men even more.

“Ah, fuck. I can’t hold it in anymore. Open your mouth, bitch.”

“No…”

“As long as I don’t put it inside, it’s fine, right? Then I can use other places.”

“Uup…!”

Eventually, she was surrounded by the aroused men. By then, I couldn’t even bear to watch the fragments of their vulgarity. Duke yawned, then suddenly looked at me and asked.

“What? You were still watching? Do you want to keep watching?”

“No. I’m fine. Would it be more convenient for you if I stepped out?”

“Do whatever you want.”

His tone was completely disinterested. Still, Lena was right about one thing. She was acting as a meat shield. 

Even a broken clock is right once a day.

“…Ah, I just want to cum inside.”

“She’ll eventually come begging for it on her own. Waiting until then will make it all the sweeter.”

“Can’t I just put the tip in, Duke? That wouldn’t count, right?”

‘

“What should we do…”

Lowly conversations continued behind me, but I ignored them and slipped out of the room. Fortunately, they were doing their business in the annex of the Student Council Room, so stepping out the door didn’t mean going outside. I sat in the president’s chair and propped my legs up on the desk. A pleasant sense of leisure washed over me for the first time in a while. 

“Ah… This is exhausting.”

“That was fucking great. I can’t wait for later.”

“But isn’t her inside basically loose? That syringe was moving in and out like crazy.”

“Who knows about that.”

“Anyway… what are you going to do about Lope, Duke? I don’t know who’s spreading the rumors, but the atmosphere’s been weird lately because of the rumors about that bastard.”

“…Didn’t I tell you not to bring that up first?”

“Ah… Sorry.”

“…”

Perhaps because they had expended all their energy on Lena, the guys walked right past me without paying me any mind. I waited until they left through the door, then stepped into the inner room.

“…”

“Ah…”

She was still sprawled out in the middle of the room. The sight of her lying there amidst the mess, discarded alongside a single rag, almost made me laugh again.

Even in that state, she must have noticed my presence, as she weakly turned her head to look at me. What emotions could you possibly be feeling right now? Shame? Resentment? Or are you perhaps hoping for help?

I don’t know. And I don’t care.

“Lena.”

I slowly approached her and leaned down. Lena then raised her head, swallowing something I couldn’t tell was saliva or semen. I offered a thin smile and tossed a remark at her.

“I’m finally getting a sense of how to put you to use.”