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"Woah, it's so prim and proper in here! Not that you've got much to clean at all." Viola's eyes ran over every corner of Ritsu's room, desperately looking for blots of imperfection only to be sorely disappointed. To be perfectly honest, there wasn't much to spot at all. Describing Ritsu's room as minimalist would be an insult to minimalism. This looked more like a male living space than the room of a cute high school girl.
Her streaming set up faced her bed, that might be the reason. She didn't want a hint of her actual self to be visible to any of her viewers when she was live. That's almost too perfect! Where's the fun in that, Ritsu?
With a childish giggle, Viola spun and threw herself atop Ritsu's perfectly made bed.
"You don't have to rub it in. I just cleaned a little like anyone would before having company over." Ritsu said, nervously stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her.
"Ohhh? You're not putting on airs just for little ol' me are you?" Viola stuck a finger on her cheek to try and appear more cute. Even if there was no one else around besides Ritsu, Viola couldn't risk dropping the 'adorable little sister' act.
"N-no…it's just what you're supposed to do isn't it?" Ritsu slid her school bag off of her shoulder. Though Viola hadn't done a single thing to make her question the nature of their 'sleep-over', Ritsu couldn't help but feel as though she was a prey animal caught in Viola's gaze.
Supposed to do? The soft smile on Viola's face twitched in a split second of lost composure. Would Ritsu have cleaned until it looked like a hospital waiting room if it was Arale coming over? Was there something special about her specifically to Ritsu? Was it that she deserved better treatment or simply that Ritsu was this deathly afraid of showing any cracks in her model-student image to Viola? Frustrating as it was, Viola knew neither answer would have satisfied her.
Squishing the soft fat on her cheek next to her mole, Viola kicked her feet innocently off the side of the bed. "I dunno, it kinda feels like you rolled out the red carpet for me. You must really like me! You're such a cutie, Ritsu!" She needed to lay the meaningless platitudes and sprinkle on light amounts of flirting to try and make Ritsu less timid. It was annoying to see Ritsu act like a cornered animal even when they were alone. There wasn't any fun to be had when Ritsu was too tense after all.
"You think so? Thank you, Viola…" Flattery was super effective! Ritsu's face softened in a bashful pink blush. With a bit more pep in her step, Ritsu took out a small folding table and set it up aside the bed. "Take a seat if you want. Would you like any tea or snacks? I can go make some right now before we start studying."
Ugh. She's too nice it's totally boring.
"If you wouldn't mind, that would be great!"
Studying was fine, maybe even a necessity if Viola thought about life outside of being a content creator—which she didn't—but this was a bit much. She had severely underestimated how much of a good student Ritsu really was and gotten more than she bargained for in one night with an hours long tutoring session from Ritsu.
Like, seriously, it's obvious you've gotta play the role well but none of this matters! Who gives a fuck about math and history and literature? You don't need any of that to be entertaining! You've just gotta be cute! If Viola took good care of her skin and public appearances she could coast off the little sister act for the next five years, maybe more, if she needed! All of this school stuff was to fulfill the social expectations, nothing more.
Did Ritsu even notice that Viola had stopped listening by now? Was she actually that into being a good tutor? Would she have done this for anyone else or was it specifically because Viola asked to study together that Ritsu pulled out all the stops? That would be gross, wouldn't it? Ugh, is she still seriously lecturing? At least she's lucky she has a pleasant speaking voice. This would be a lot more torturous if that was the case.
With an obviously fake yawn, Viola stretched her body up in the air before laying her arms down, shoving the open math textbook in front of her off of the table to make way for her to roll around on it. "Ritsuuuu, my brain is getting all fuzzy from this! Aren't you getting tired? You've been going for hours now." A calculated amount of venom injected into the last complaint was sure to do the trick to make Ritsu feel a bit bad about her insistent blabbering.
"Sorry! I just wanted to make sureyouknewthatthisisprobablyonthetest—Sorry, again! I didn't mean to keep talking and make a fo—Ah!" Ritsu stammered out a flustered mess before biting her tongue and covering her mouth in shame.
That was a much better look for Ritsu. If Viola was to be a bit bold, she would call that sort of face cute. If she were to be even more daring, she'd say it looked incredibly cute. Confidence and composure never looked good on Ritsu. That look on her face as if she was the one with the power for once is what pissed Viola off more than anything else. Yeah, Ritsu's cutesy mug looked much better adorned with ignominy.
To sweeten the deal, taking a quick glance at the clock by Ritsu's bed side confirmed that Viola had suffered just long enough for it to pass 10:30 pm. All according to plan. Viola held back the smirk fighting to show on her face by feigning a gasp at Ritsu biting her tongue. "Oh no! I'm so sorry for interrupting you! Are you alright?" Of course she was, all Ritsu had done was bite her tongue. Even that gasp was half-assed. It would get the job done either way.
"Mmmm. I sometimes get tongue-tied and trip over myself. It's embarrassing." Ritsu kept her hand over her mouth, mumbling through her reply.
"Ah! I wasn't paying attention to the time!" Now it was time for a second serving of Ritsu's face contorting with stress again. "The last train is at 11, there's no way I'm gonna be able to make it!"
There! That look right there! Ritsu's eyes widened in disbelief, her hand dropping limp at her side as she swiveled her head to take a look at the clock. Viola was right, there's no way she would be able to make it to the station in time even if she sprinted. They were stuck together for the rest of the night. Much unlike Viola, Ritsu was awful at maintaining any semblance of a poker face. Ritsu's lower lip quivered with obvious anxiety, her eyes twitching as she searched of any way to avoid the obvious end result.
Viola's heart was racing with excitement, there was nothing quite like toying with Ritsu. Look more defeated! Keep trying to weasel your way out of having me sleep in the same room as you! Having her thumb over someone else felt so good. That was the problem with Usami and Arale, it was never this fun with them. They were made to be stepped over, Ritsu was born to be stepped on again and again.
Knowing there was someone else more pathetic in the world than herself gave Viola the confidence to do anything she could ever want. Given enough thought, it might seem as if Viola was the one who truly needed Ritsu. But Ritsu never deserved that much thought if she would allow herself to be pushed around by someone like Viola. Clearly, it was Ritsu who needed her. Ritsu is perfect in that way.
Following her brief moment of panic, Ritsu took a deep breath and accepted her fate. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Viola hadn't pushed her very hard tonight, if anything she was being a little bit kinder than usual! Maybe it's because Viola saw some value in her the first time! Maybe this was the way things could change between them both! Surely, Viola wouldn't do anything in the sanctity of someone else's home right?
Seeing Ritsu go through the five stages of grief was fun enough, but it was time for the knockout punch. Viola scooted over to Ritsu and tugged on the other girl's sleeve, batting her lashes and giving the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster, Viola went in for the kill. "Ritsu, I know it's really sudden and it's my fault for having you help me but would it be too much trouble if I stayed over tonight?"
Ritsu couldn't refuse her request, but she stuttered over herself trying to find an excuse to get out of the situation regardless. Viola tightened her grip around Ritsu's arm and brought herself closer to Ritsu's ear. "A good upstanding model-student wouldn't just throw their classmate out onto the street in the middle of the night would they? Would you be able to forgive yourself if something horrible happened to me when I walked home all alone in the dark? I don't think you could." Viola couldn't bother hiding her sadistic smirk at this point. She had Ritsu right where she wanted her.
With an audible sigh of defeat, Ritsu hung her head. "I'll go ask my mom if it's alright."
It was alright to spend time with Viola, after all no one else ever bothered to give her the time of day. Well, that wasn't quite true either. Arale had always been there for Ritsu, even before meeting Viola, but those days were gone now. When Arale needed Ritsu the most she was too cowardly to run after her. It didn't take a mind reader to figure out who leaked those clearly edited videos, but if Viola had those ready for Arale who is to say it wouldn't be the same for Ritsu?
She didn't deserve to make amends with Arale. Ritsu was right where she belonged, with Viola wrapped around her like a snake. She deserved Viola and Viola deserved her. The time for regrets had long since passed and Ritsu had made her bed, now was the time to lie in it. Literally and metaphorically.
"Thank you, Ritsu! I don't know what I'd ever do without you!" Viola's voice returned to it's usual bubbly tone. She freed Ritsu from her grasp and scooted back over to where she had been sitting earlier, fishing through her bag to find her phone. "I'll call my mom and let her know I'll be staying at my friend's house."
Ritsu let out a nervous laugh as she made her way out of the room and down the hall. Once Viola could no longer hear any of her footsteps, she tossed her phone aside (after all, her mother wouldn't have cared if she was home or not) and began searching every nook and cranny of Ritsu's room. There had to be some dirty secret Ritsu was hiding from her and this was Viola's only chance to unearth it! No one was actually the perfect 'model-student' she kept forcing Ritsu to be. Yet there were no obvious skeletons in Ritsu's closet for Viola to uncover. Every drawer was perfectly organized, like she didn't have anything worth stuffing away haphazardly?! Please!
Maybe there was something on Ritsu's desk worth taking a peak at. What better place to hide something naughty than right behind the camera's view! Much to Viola's chagrin, even Ritsu's desk was prim and proper. Even her cord management behind the desktop was impeccable! C'mon! Just as Viola was ready to cut her losses and accept that maybe Ritsu had taken all of her twisted advice to heart, her eyes scanned the one off-kilter item in the entire room. A framed photo set face down and hidden just behind her monitor. Bingo!
Barely able to contain her excitement, Viola snatched up the photo and turned it over to see what hidden secrets about Ritsu it could reveal. Unceremoniously, it was simply a picture of Ritsu and Arale as children playing on a slide together. Boooooooorrrrrrrriiiiiiiing! Nothing new that Viola didn't already know about them.
Just as Viola was ready to toss the picture back down on the desk, the door clicked open behind Viola. "My mom said it's okay if you want to stay. Did you want to take a bath first? I can—Oh!" Ritsu's depressed tone was cut off by a choked gasp upon catching Viola with the photo in her hands.
Well, maybe there was something to be gained from this after all. Viola smiled and lifted the photo up for Ritsu to see. "You used to be so cute! What happened?" She tapped the glass of the frame, leaving smudges around Ritsu's face. "Just kidding! You're still just as cute now!" Playing off her cruel comment, Viola placed the photo frame down upright and took a seat on the bed.
Ritsu swallowed a hard lump in her throat before closing the door. "Y-you're not mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad? Did you do something bad?"
"N-no, I don't think so. I just don't want you to think I'm a troublemaker because I still t-think about Ara—her..."
"I didn't know you still thought about Arale." Of course Viola did, but playing dumb was the best way to make Ritsu incriminate herself. "Do you still miss her? Even when you have me?"
"I—uhm, I don't know—it's, not what you think!" Ritsu leaned back against the door, holding one arm in the other to make herself feel smaller.
"Then what is it?" Viola brought up a finger to her cheek innocently. "I just thought it was a cute picture, you don't mean to tell me there's something more to it do you?" Her eyes narrowed in on Ritsu, pinning her dead to rights against the door. It didn't bother Viola how much Ritsu adored her precious Arale. In fact, she didn't care at all!
Not one bit.
Maybe a little.
"No! It's just a childhood memory, that's all! I mean it!" Raising her voice a tad too loud in panic, Ritsu brought her hands over to cover her mouth. A few small anxious tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
That's muuuuuuuch better. Viola could look into those beautiful gray eyes contorting in horror all day long. They longed for someone else entirely but here Ritsu was, dancing right in the palm of Viola's hand. Thinking about it too much it was quite a pitiful sight. Ritsu could stand up for herself, she didn't have to put up with Viola's hot and cold behavior, but she did. That's what made Ritsu more the most precious girl in the entire world.
Viola took a deep breath, bringing her hands together and twiddling her thumbs in her lap. Step one, get Ritsu all strung out was complete. Now for step two, to reel her back in and lull her into a sense of security where she thinks she has the power. "If you say so. It just makes me a little uneasy sometimes." Viola pouted her lip and sniffled. "I just count on you so much, Ritsu! I get worried you don't like me as much anymore after what happened. It makes me feel very lonely. A model student wouldn't let anyone else feel that way would they?"
Her crocodile tears worked wonders as always. Ritsu bit her lip, feeling guilty for raising her voice toward Viola. Her vulnerability toward Viola was her greatest weakness. Ritsu would never toss her aside or willingly hurt her, but if Ritsu so much as stepped out of line for a moment Viola would ruin her. It was hard to tell who pitied who more.
"You don't have to stay over there. I'd feel better if you sat next to me while we talked."
With not much other choice, Ritsu sulked over to her bedside and took a seat next to Viola. Something about Viola's tone didn't carry her typical venom in it, but that was cause for concern in it's own way. Ritsu wished she could truly be close with Viola and gain her trust, if she faked it long enough this facade might be enough to salve her wounded heart.
Was Viola always this cruel to everyone around her? Did every interaction with her have to carry the undertone of blackmail? Was the real Viola cruel or kind? Did she actually value their twisted relationship at all? Did Ritsu want to be valued by Viola?
When Viola wasn't demeaning Ritsu or forcing her to maintain the facade of a perfect model student, she wasn't awful to be around. There were a few times—including just earlier today—where things felt normal. Maybe they were even good! It wasn't the same as it was when she was friends with Arale but Viola didn't yap nearly as much or share all the same interests like Arale did. But that didn't make Viola totally worthless! Right?
There was something real behind Viola's eyes when she begged Ritsu not to leave her and desperately wrapped around her arm. Viola was just another girl, who had her own fears and anxieties just like Ritsu. She couldn't be pure evil. Or so Ritsu hoped.
Ritsu stared awkwardly at her own lap, trying to avoid looking either Viola or the photo she'd hoped to cover up. Viola's presence in her room distorted everything around Ritsu, perverting the singular safe space Ritsu thought she had left. There wasn't any way to be in the right in this situation. She could feel Viola's eyes staring at her, begging for her for full undivided attention. The upright photo of Arale glared at her in equal measure, judging her for choosing Viola when Arale was sitting right there.
Viola closed the small amount of distance between herself and Ritsu, laying her head onto the other girl's shoulder. Her hand snaking it's way onto the top of Ritsu's thigh. She smelled so much better than she had any right to, and before bathing to boot! "You're so dependable, Ritsu. You know it's not my fault what happened with Arale, right?"
Stiff as a board, Ritsu dare not move least she brush up against Viola more than she was currently. "I thought you didn't want to talk about her…"
"I don't, this is all about you." Viola's lips contorted in a twisted smile as she adjusted her position to sit up, keeping her head right up against Ritsu's ear. "I just wanted to see how much those memories meant to you and maybe if we could do something now to make you forget about them~" Viola's hot breath on Ritsu's neck made her skin prickle in fear.
Maybe, if Ritsu played along like a good little doll than Viola could let her off with this. Her fingers slowly slid up under the hem of Ritsu's skirt.
"W-what are you doing! Viola!"
"Shhh! You don't want your whole house to hear do you? You get so cute when you're flustered." Viola cooed, working her way down to Ritsu's neck, keeping her lips just a hair's breath away from making contact. It would be so much fun to leave a mark on Ritsu's neck, just high enough for the top collar of their school uniform to not cover it and just low enough to sit below Ritsu's short blue hair. She'd be forced to walk around with a physical reminder of how much power Viola had over her.
Viola weighed her options carefully. On one hand, it was taking things a little far, even for someone like Viola. On the other hand—who cares if it's taking things too far! Ritsu would let Viola do anything if she pushed her hard enough. She didn't have the spine to stand up for herself and Viola was losing the self control to stop herself from going much further.
A hickey on the neck wasn't going to cut it, not with the cute squirming noises Ritsu was making already. Ahhhh, if she were like this all of the time school would be a lot more fun. But that's why it's so important to maintain the act! There's no model-student to defile if there's no prim and proper and innocent girl in the role! This is what all Viola's hard work was really for!
"Viola! Please stop acting weird!" Ritsu's choked out in protest before placing her hand atop of Viola's, stopping it from prodding any further up her skirt. "You're acting strange. I thought you just wanted to talk. I don't—I don't really feel that way about girls!"
"What? You think I do? You're so cruel, Ritsu, accusing me of such things." As if she wasn't just about to plant her lips right on Ritsu's neck, Viola turned it back on Ritsu. It's not as if Viola didn't know that Ritsu had a thing for Arale. That was half the fun in splitting them up! Ritsu was never going to make a move on her own and Arale would never have realized Ritsu's feelings in the first place. Putting it that way, Viola did Ritsu a favor!
I'm so nice! Ritsu you have no idea just how much I do just for you!
Switching gears, Viola pulled her hand out from under Ritsu's skirt and swung her leg around Ritsu's lap before throwing herself over to straddle the top of Ritsu's thighs. Ritsu instinctively held both of her arms up in front of her face, desperately trying to maintain any distance between herself and Viola—eying her up like a delicious meal. "Whate'er you so afraid of Ritsu~? I don't look that scary do I?"
Arms shaking inconsolably, Ritsu squinted her eyes to peer through her arm barrier to take a look at Viola sitting in her lap. She looked genuinely hurt by Ritsu's words, just like Viola always did when she wanted to get her way.
What should Ritsu do now!? She never wanted to hurt anyone or wrong anybody or say the wrong thing but that's all she ever did! Ever since she couldn't speak up for Arale, all Ritsu had ever done was harm others! Viola meant it when she said she needed Ritsu! Right? It's bad to doubt other people! Viola did mean it! That's why she was nice enough to keep Ritsu around, even when she wasn't good at singing or being entertaining or even being a model-student!
"N-no you don't…I just don't want to do this."
"Do you think I'm cute? You have to right~?" Viola hit her signature pose with a playful finger to the cheek. If Ritsu wasn't mistaken, there was a peach color glow on Viola's cheeks that she normally never let show.
She wasn't wrong. She had a cute personality when she wasn't angry and was very sociable. Her hair was long and always well kept and beautiful, unlike Ritsu's whose hair always just looked like a boy's. Viola had a good singing voice and a cute beauty mark on her cheek. Of course she was cute! That's not the issue! Finding a girl cute and finding a girl cute were two different things and Ritsu didn't have much time to figure out what she was feeling.
"Mmmhhm. You're cute. Is that all you wanted to hear?" Ritsu shut her eyes again, it didn't stop the feeling of Viola staring straight into her soul but it helped somewhat.
"Do you think Arale is cute?"
"Huh?"
"You know what I asked."
Ritsu paused for a moment before, "Y-yeah, she is…"
"Oooh? That didn't take you long."
"I've known her for a little longer so I just didn't have to think ab—"
"Do you think I'm cuter than Arale?" Viola couldn't help but let out a small moan as she shifted in Ritsu's lap, grinding on her leg slowly, just enough to allow Ritsu to be aware of how wet Viola was getting. Ritsu whimpered immediately, her arms dropping to cover her mouth again.
Huh? Huh? Huh?! What is she talking about! What the hell is she doing!? This isn't right! Girls aren't supposed to do this sort of thing together! It was different every time that Ritsu thought about Arale in that way! That was because they had known each other for so long that's all!
Viola's hands coiled around Ritsu's hands, just enough pressure to make her uncomfortable. "You don't have to answer. You're honest to a fault, model-student. It's written all over your face." Viola paused her rhythmic grinding on Ritsu's leg for a moment before pulling one of Ritsu's hands down below her own skirt, forcing her tight fist to rub up against her clit.
The contact with Viola's privates, even through her underwear, made Ritsu want to recoil and rip her hand away, but Viola held on tighter. Her fingers dug into the thin skin of her wrist just enough to break the skin. Ritsu whimpered pitifully and Viola gasped as she continued to grind up against Ritsu's hand with renewed vigor.
It was gross. So horribly, horribly, gross and reprehensible. But the look in Ritsu's eyes was driving Viola mad. She looked completely and utterly defeated and Viola hadn't done anything to her at all! Ritsu played along with everything and put up such a pathetic fight. It was like having her own personal plaything and Viola was beginning to wonder what it might look like if she broke it.
"If it makes you feel better you can pretend that I'm Arale."
Ritsu's eyes shot open in pure shock. No! No! Don't say that! Stop bringing her up! Viola told Ritsu she couldn't see Arale ever again and for her to say this now?! What is she trying to do? It's weird and uncomfortable! Ritsu wanted to thrash around and throw Viola off of her but her body betrayed her and remained rooted in the spot. The heat coming from Viola's core was warm and the idea of Viola valuing her enough to start masturbating on top of her stirred a mixture of apprehension and excitement in Ritsu's chest.
Tears started to stream down the Ritsu's faces, stinging as they slid across her burning hot cheeks down to her chin. It was a thing of beauty. Ritsu had never looked better in all the times that Viola had seen her before this. Feeling confident that Ritsu was all but willing to accept what was being done to her, Ritsu let go of the hand not currently being used to stimulate her clit and snatched Ritsu's head by her chin.
"It's easier if you close your eyes."
Viola closed the distance between her face and Ritsu's, dragging her tongue up from the bottom of Ritsu's cheek all the way up to her eyelid, savoring every salty tear she licked off of Ritsu's face. "I don't wanna see you cry, Ritsu. It's unbecoming." Viola cooed before slowly lapping at the corner of Ritsu's eyelid. Her tongue was hot and wet and smelled sickeningly sweet. If Ritsu didn't know any better, she'd swear Viola's tongue was forked.
"P-please! Viola—I don't think we should be doing this! I wanna st—Mmmphm!"
Ritsu's pleas were cut off by Viola's lips slamming into her own, a clumsy kiss that lead to a painfully clashing of teeth rather than anything intimate. Both pulled away for a moment to collect themselves, but Viola left little time for Ritsu to protest again. She went in slower this time, planting a soft kiss on Ritsu's lips, Viola's hand gripping tight onto her chin so she couldn't pull away. Ritsu struggled underneath Viola's grasp, caught between returning her sudden affections and gnashing her teeth in anguish.
Viola had never wanted to kiss anyone before, not like this. But there was something about Ritsu that drove Viola absolutely batshit crazy. It wasn't a complete lie that Viola needed Ritsu, at least right now with their lips pressed together and Ritsu's fingers rubbing up against her heat she definitely needed her.
All it would take was for Ritsu to shove Viola off of her. Viola had been confident enough in Ritsu playing along that she let one of her hands go free to grip her chin. As much as it made Ritsu's heart ache, Viola's deduction was completely right. She was completely powerless to stop Viola's advances. Not that Ritsu wanted them at all! This was her first kiss and it was being taken by Viola! It was supposed to be with Arale! All of this was supposed to be with Arale! This wasn't right!
A long strand of Viola's hair brushed up against Ritsu neck, the sudden sensation tickling her and causing her to squirm again. The action once more increasing Viola's painful grip on her face. Arale wouldn't be this cruel or hurt her like this or make her feel so awful or force her to touch her or abuse her!
But would Ritsu care if Arale did? The warmth in her core proved that her body had come to it's own decision, whether she was willing to admit it or not.
Viola's awkward smooching began to become frustrating for both parties. Ritsu with her undecided heart and Viola struggling with her first time ever kissing someone. The fact that Ritsu didn't want to be kissed by her didn't mean much to Viola. After all, Viola couldn't imagine anyone in the world would have wanted to kiss her. But that's okay. She didn't need Ritsu to want to, Ritsu would submit no matter what.
The novelty of smearing lips together was getting old fast. Just as inexperienced as Ritsu was, Viola relied on her knowledge of illicit pornography to guide her next move. Breaking their connection for a moment, Viola took a deep breath. Returning to Ritsu's lips with her tongue, struggling to force her way inside of Ritsu's mouth. The girl beneath her tried bucking her legs and wiggling her way out from Viola's lap to no avail, surrendering shortly after and opening her mouth to let Viola in.
This should have been disgusting, Ritsu should have wanted to snap down and bite Viola's tongue off for invading her body like this—and yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Viola's tongue thrashed about inside of her mouth, their tongues brushing up against one another in a back and forth sort of game. Whenever Viola was making the first move Ritsu's mind turned to mush, savoring the taste of her spit as much as she could. When Viola pulled away, Ritsu's tongue reached out to return the kiss, desperately longing for that connection again.
Viola tore herself away, a thick trail of spit drooped between the two girls' mouths keeping them both connected for a brief moment after their kiss. Ritsu's eyes were shut tight and her body shaking in terror. Despite that, Ritsu's mouth was agape, her tongue hanging out dripping drool into her lap. I want to devour her. Clearly, there was something in the air muddling the thoughts in Viola's mind. Twisting and contorting them into thinking that Ritsu was the most attractive person she had ever seen. Viola took a deep breath to try and rein in her racing heart.
I should stop right now. This is more than far enough. I don't feel this way towards other girls! It's just because Ritsu's such an obvious dyke I wanted to play with her feelings a little! Gross! She's the worst! Viola relaxed her grip on Ritsu's hand and allowed her to retract her arm.
With the feeling of Viola's tongue from her mouth gone, Ritsu gave a few soft blinks before opening her eyes. The girl in her lap looked disarmed, as if Viola had been replaced by someone else, if only for a moment. The burnt red color adorning her cheeks was something Ritsu had never seen before on Viola. It was awful! Someone had taken Viola and replaced her with something so much worse, someone she might be able think is attractive.
"I didn't mean to keep kissing you! I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!" Ritsu's tears returned in full force as she broke down into another pitiful crying fit.
"Why are you so upset you kissed me back? It's good to feel nice isn't it?" Viola tried to hide her offense at Ritsu's heel turn.
"It was supposed to be with-"
"It was with Arale. You did a bad thing, Ritsu. You weren't supposed to open your eyes." Viola leaned in closer to Ritsu's mouth again, letting her hot breath tickle Ritsu's lips. "Was I doing a bad job as Arale? What did she used to call you again. It's not Ritsu-chan is it?"
Ritsu shook her head, trying to keep her eyes shut even while crying. Viola's hands tugged on her school uniform and began unbuttoning the top of it, working their way down Ritsu's chest.
"Why don't you play along? You can call out to Arale-chan if you want." Ritsu was like a doll with it's strings cut, barely putting up a fight as Viola worked the school uniform off her shoulders, exposing Ritsu's chest to the cold air of her room. Ritsu had been wearing a white lacy bra underneath her school uniform, clearly trying to match the look of the collar. How cute. Who did she think was going to get to see this besides Viola? Ritsu's nipples hardened obviously underneath the thin fabric, practically begging to be touched.
Viola ran a finger across Ritsu's nipple, carefully at first before returning again with more force, grabbing Ritsu's breast and flicking at the nipple with her thumb. "Ah! Viola! Please, please don't! It's not supposed to be with you!" Ritsu yelped in pain as Viola tightened a pinch around her nipple.
"Oh! That sounded reminded me!" Viola's lips contorted into an unashamedly twisted grin. Pushing Ritsu flat onto her back, Viola didn't let up her advances, following her down and pinning her onto the bed. Viola returned to Ritsu's ear and purred into it. "You wouldn't be so scared if it was me would you, Ricchan~?"
"Ah!" Ritsu kept her eyes shut, continuing to squirm as Viola's fingers coiled themselves around her nipples again. Those words shouldn't be coming out of Viola's mouth! The desperation in Ritsu's body couldn't be held back any longer. Viola's touch felt good. Being called Ricchan felt good. Being wanted felt good.
With her one free hand, Viola tugged down Ritsu's school skirt, exposing her underwear and the growing wet spot on it to the open air. "Ricchan, you're so cute! All of your noises, your nipples, and even here!" Wasting no time, Viola took her focus off of Ritsu's nipples and ran a finger across Ritsu's heat. Starting from the wet spot and pressing firmly down, dampening more of the thin cotton fabric as Viola's finger made it's way toward Ritsu's achingly hard clit.
Ritsu's hands rushed to her mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans pouring out of her mouth. It was good, way, way, way, way too fucking good! Viola Arale hadn't even done much more than rub Ritsu through her underwear and she was already turning into a pathetic, whimpering mess. Drool was running out of the sides of Ritsu's mouth, sticking to the palms of her hands. "Please, please, please, Arale! Mmmn—Ah! Ahhhh~!"
Viola complied to Ritsu's cries, tugging Ritsu's underwear down and before returning to her heat with the same motion as before. Slowly spreading Ritsu's folds, soaking her fingers while working her thumb over towards Ritsu's clit. "Ricchan, I don't know if I'm doing this right. How am I supposed to know if you won't tell me what feels good?" Viola's fake cutesy voice didn't sound a thing like Arale but Ritsu was too drunk on carnal pleasures to let it stop her now.
"Arale-chan, Arale-chan p-please, I need you—I need you in—" The words wouldn't come out no matter how badly Ritsu wished to will them into existence. She could repeat Arale's name over and over again but it wouldn't make it true. Viola didn't sound a thing like Arale. Her fingers didn't feel a thing like how Ritsu always imagined Arale's would feel in her own sensitive areas.
Horrifying enough, Ritsu was beginning not to mind such things anymore.
Unfortunately for Viola, this was not moving nearly quick enough for her in the slightest. Ritsu had been muffling her moans and cries into her hands and kept her eyes shut the entire time begging and begging for Arale. Shouldn't she be coming around to the moment at hand?! Arale would never do this for you Ritsu! She would never touch you like this. She'd be disgusted by you! It's only by Viola's graces that you're receiving any sexual pleasure at all!
It's not about you! It's not about you! It was more fun when you were begging me to stop! I didn't think you'd actually get into this you sick pervert! I bet you're schlicking yourself stupid every night thinking about that stupid blonde! Don't you see who's taken care of you this whole time? Your career? Your looks? Your friends? It's all because of me!
Her thumb moving just slow enough over Ritsu's clit to illicit small jumps not enough to give her any true pleasure, Viola's other hand wrapped itself around Ritsu's neck. "You're not being fun anymore, model-student. You're taking our roleplay too seriously. Arale-chan wouldn't touch you like I touch you. If you want these fingers inside you, you'lll have to call my name." Applying just enough pressure to threaten Ritsu without actively harming her, Viola glared down at the girl like a viper ready to strike.
Ritsu's began thrashing beneath Viola in a panic. The moment Ritsu felt Viola's fingers coil around her throat her blood ran cold. It was awful! Arale wouldn't do this to her! She'd never threaten her! All Viola could ever do was threaten her and make her feel awful even when she was making her feel good!
"No! Please! I don't want it anymore!" Ritsu's squeezed her thighs around Ritsu's hand to try and stop her advances to no avail. Viola's fingers continued their methodical motion through her folds using the slick to finally give more direct attention to her clit. Ritsu threw her head back in ecstasy.
"Really? It seems like you don't mind who's touching you as long as you feel good." Viola's fingers moved from Ritsu's clit back down to spread apart her folds, carefully teasing her entrance with just enough pressure to draw out another tear soaked moan from Ritsu. Viola tightened her grip around Ritsu's throat ever so slightly.
Ritsu writhed underneath Viola's grip, caught between total carnal pleasure and mortal terror. If she cried loud enough then someone in her house would her. Viola would back off if she knew Ritsu's mother was coming. Or would she? Viola twisted everything around her to always work in her favor. After all Ritsu was the one getting pleasured by Viola. The reasoning as to why Viola had been so selfless to Ritsu this whole time clicked immediately. None of this was real, it was just another excuse to make Ritsu beg and plead for Viola's affection.
Bile burned the back of Ritsu's throat, catching on a lump of mucus and saliva Ritsu didn't feel comfortable swallowing. Her hands had left her mouth and made their way around Viola's, yet she couldn't muster the strength to pull Viola off of her. Viola wasn't much stronger than her, so why!? Why!?
The answer was obvious.
"Please, Viola! Please, please, please I need you inside of me!"
Viola obeyed happily, sinking two fingers into Ritsu's heat. Her hips bucked forward, her muscles tightening around the fingers trying to massage the walls inside of her. Tears poured down Ritsu's face as a litany of garbled sobs and saliva coated moans of pleasure erupted from Ritsu.
"Pfft! You're so cute, Ritsu~! You're the cutest in the whole world you know. That's why you're all mine."
Touching herself was one thing, having someone else inside of you was an entirely different ordeal. She's sweating profusely, blue hair stuck to her forehead as tears, saliva, snot run down Ritsu's scalding hot cheeks. It's too hot but freezing all the same. Ritsu's body shudders every time she feels Viola's fingers spread apart inside of her pussy. She's shivering like mad and her arms lay numb at her sides.
"P-please…" Ritsu grabs the hand around her the hollow of her neck, begging for a little more pressure. It's terror like she's never known before today but despite every fiber of her being desperately begging her to claw herself free, Ritsu can't help but wonder what it feels like to go even further. Viola's never looked at her like this before. She always had a cruel look in her eyes like a spoiled child every time she was with Ritsu, like she was looking at someone not even worth spitting on if they were on fire. Right now, it looked like Viola adored her.
Ritsu wished she could take in that look forever.
If she deserved cruelty and punishment for betraying Arale, please god let it always feel this good!
Just as she wished for more, Viola's hand disappears from around her throat. Ritsu had been terrified of the power Viola had over her and her first taste of freedom made Ritsu feel achingly empty. Tear tracts dry on her cheeks, her eyes running out of tears to cry any longer.
"Viola…"
Ritsu looked perfect, way, way, way, way, way, way too perfect! No amount of ruining could take away that beautiful look christening her face now. Viola's first kiss was with this stupid tomboy too! Viola had stolen Ritsu's first kiss from those beautiful plush lips, but given up her own at the same time. And here she was now, taking her virginity too. Every motion she made with her fingers resulted in the bucking of hips and uncontrollable shaking in Ritsu's core.
It wasn't enough that she was knuckle deep inside of Ritsu. It didn't matter they were each other's first kiss. It didn't matter that Ritsu would never truly care for her in any meaningful way. It didn't matter that Viola needed her. What mattered was that Ritsu was Viola's and that everyone knew it.
Taking greater care to focus more on Ritsu's clit, Viola pushed back the hood ever so slightly and began rubbing the nub with a slow circular motion. Ritsu threw her head back into the bed, exposing her neck for Viola to strike. Carefully adjusting herself over Ritsu, Viola craned her head into the crook of Ritsu's neck and clamped down where Ritsu had denied her earlier. Ritsu yelped as Viola took a small nibble of skin at the top of her neck, too intoxicated in perversion to bother fighting it anymore.
Viola took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of Ritsu's hair before sinking her teeth into the thin skin on Ritsu's neck. She could feel Ritsu was close by how tight the grip around her fingers were. This game was getting old fast and it was about time to finish Ritsu off. Viola slowly pulled her fingers out of Ritsu's pussy, making sure to spread them on the way out to ensure Ritsu would be left wanting. The slick coating Viola's finger along with the small puddle of juices left on Ritsu's bed were proof of how corrupted Ritsu had become.
No, she had always been like this. It was her cute voice and sexy body and cry baby attitude that made Viola do this to her. She never would have gotten this kind of treatment if she wasn't so cute! Ritsu, do you realize just how lucky you are? How many people can get service like this from their cute little sister like you do? It's because you're the perfect model student. Because I made you this way.
Pumping her fingers in and out of Ritsu's pussy, Viola bit down even harder on Ritsu's neck—the faint taste of iron letting her know she'd left her mark. That wouldn't be enough though, not at all. Viola suckled on tender skin around Ritsu's neck while her fingers rendered Ritsu completely defenseless.
"Viola! Viola! Viola! Don't leave a ma—Ah! Fuck! Mmmmph!" Ritsu begged for mercy from Viola. Masturbating on her own had never been like this. Ritsu couldn't even recall if she was remembering to breath. The frantic panting coming from her mouth must mean she was running on close to empty now. Totally overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pain, her legs gave out, twisting around Viola's arm and sticking out stiff to the waves of pleasure rushing over her.
Ritsu gripped Viola's fingers tight inside of her, desperate to hang onto the feeling of fullness as long as she possibly could. Riding out her orgasm on Viola's hand, her body shuddering and rocking as her body was racked with blissful release. Every awful thing Viola had ever done to her, the mark Viola was currently leaving on her neck, everything she had done to Arale—it was worth it all if she could feel like this if Ritsu could just—
Could just hold Arale in her arms right now.
No! No! No! Wait, what?! No! This isn't okay—what the hell—what the FUCK did I do?!
The euphoric rush of endorphins was replaced by complete horror. Ritsu had betrayed Arale. Not that they were in a relationship or ever were or ever could be—but she thought she didn't need Arale! She thought even for a second that this was worth losing Arale over. This!? The butterflies in Ritsu's stomach turned to nausea.
Viola's lips left Ritsu's neck with a wet plop, a long trail of spit kept her mouth connected to the bruised hickey on Ritsu's neck. It looked perfect. Right above the neckline where their uniform could cover. Proof that Ritsu's was hers and hers alone.
For now at least. Viola would have to keep this up if she wanted to constantly mark the other girl again and again.
"You're such a good girl, Ritsu~! You're the perfect model stu—"
SMACK!
Ritsu pushed herself away from Viola after delivering a slap to the other girl's face. "Why?! It wasn't supposed to be you! It was supposed to be with Arale!" Ritsu's voice was laden with saliva and every word threatened to break down into a sobbing mess. Ritsu desperately pulled up her school skirt, and hastily covered up her body with her uniform top.
It took a few seconds for Viola to realize what had just happened. Viola's cheek burned like it had been singed on an open flame. Her hand rubbed the skin on the side to find it sore and prickly to the touch. Ritsu…snapped and hit me? What was her fucking problem? That's not how model students acted! That's not how you treat somebody after they get you off! That's not how—
Fuck! It hurt! It hurt really fucking bad! Viola's hand shook uncontrollably as she held her cheek, soft tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. It was a pitiful display, like a child who'd been punished for the first time in her life. It was cruel! So horribly cruel! Ritsu was so awful! How could she!
Viola needed to teach Ritsu a lesson, to remind her of her place and how much power Viola held over her! There was just one problem…
"Ritsu, I-I'm sorry!" Viola's lip shook uncontrollably as she tried to swallow the words back down as quickly as they left her mouth. "I didn't mean to! I didn't think you'd hate me so much for this! I just, I just wanted you to feel good, that's all! I didn't mean to hurt you so bad! You're so awful, Ritsu! Wah!" Viola broke out into soft sobs.
Even Viola wasn't sure where the real tears began and where the crocodile tears ended.
Ritsu's gusto withered before Viola's emotional outburst immediately. She stared down at her hand, her palm still stinging from smacking Viola. She really hit her hard didn't she? This is why I deserved this. Because everything I touch I ruin. Viola looked like a pitiful sobbing child, nothing like the girl who had her hands around Ritsu's throat just a moment ago.
Against her best judgement, Ritsu closed the distance between herself and Viola and embraced her. Ritsu held Viola tight against her bare skin, apologizing over and over again for hitting her. Was she apologizing because she was afraid of retaliation? Because she deserved this fate and had no right to strike back? Because she truly cared for Viola?
"It's okay I-I know you didn't mean to. I'm really sorry too…I won't tell anyone what happened if you don't…"
This might have been the most uncomfortable futon Viola ever had the displeasure of sleeping on in her entire fifteen years of life. Maybe this was why nobody ever stayed over at Ritsu's place before. This shitty awful futon. It might not have been the futons fault after all, considering Viola always got upset and restless when she failed to get herself off. Not that she had any right to complain after having forced herself onto Ritsu—but she got so close! So fucking close!
Ritsu was much better looking, tasting, and feeling than she had any right to be. There was always a certain charm to Ritsu, her tomboyish looks and slender body, but getting to have her hands all over it made Viola feel funny. Her first kiss and she forced herself on someone else to get it. Why was everything so fucking awful with Viola? What the fuck was her problem? If she wanted to kiss Ritsu so badly she should have done things the right way. She should've been kinder to her and actually tried to make a connection.
But that's what losers think! Ritsu never would have given the time of day to Viola if she didn't absolutely depend on her. After all, who picked up all of her broken pieces after Arale was kicked out and La La La Girls fell apart? Who else was there to help Ritsu maintain her perfect image? It wasn't without effort, without Viola, Ritsu would be a nobody. And without Ritsu, Viola would have no one. That's it, Viola was just taking exactly what she deserved.
Arale this, childhood friends that! Who cares about that stupid blonde!? Who cares about the stupid blue haired tomboy either? Nobody ever thought of Viola unless she forced her way into their lives. Viola didn't have childhood friends or meaningful connections or family to depend on but that doesn't matter! She doesn't need any of that to be worthy of living in this world! She didn't need to be seen or understood by anyone but herself.
It was all about your image. The perfect little sister character that Viola played was just the same as the model-student. She needed to be perfect inside and out. The out was the easy part. Nobody knew or understood Viola's heart and the things she could never overcome by herself. There wasn't any point in sharing the story about her broken family and absent parents to anyone. They would only pity her. That was a fate worse than death. Viola pitied herself enough for one lifetime.
They'd never accept her anyways. Even Ritsu would leave her if she knew the depths of Viola's insecurities and self-hatred. What good what it do to know that your perfect little sister cries herself to sleep every night she's alone? Would it change anything if they knew she couldn't stop wetting the bed long after her body should have known better? What kind of faces would they make if they saw the scars on her thighs?
Nausea swirled in the pit of Viola's stomach. Being known by others would be worse than dying. You can't ever be perfect if the facade is broken. She's perfect because that's all anyone else can see. The lonely, hurt little girl that Viola was inside the confines of her bedroom at night wasn't real. The perfect little sister who had everyone in the palm of her hands was the only thing that was real.
Everything in this world was about getting one over on someone else. You can always climb higher if you're willing to step on everyone in front of you to get there. Nothing's impossible if you use everything to your advantage. Ritsu was too stupid to realize that. It's why she'd never be anything more than a stepping stone. A really attractive and cute stepping stone that Viola always wanted to keep close because she'd be too lonely without her.
Viola reached a breaking point with her tossing and turning. With a huff she threw off her covers and rolled off of the futon and onto her feet. Ritsu slept like a rock, cuddling onto a small plush fairy. If Viola were to guess it was from the children's magical girl show that Arale and her had covered the opening song from before. How cringe. Viola stared at Ritsu's sleeping body, a small part of her hoping that Ritsu would feel her eyes glaring down at her unconsciously and wake up. Maybe then she could tell Ritsu how she really felt.
As if! Viola turned away and slowly crept out of the room and into the unfamiliar hallway. Taking extra precaution to watch her step as to not wake up anyone else in the house on the way to the kitchen. While pouring herself a glass of water, Viola's mind continued to run amok with images of Ritsu. The way she cried when Viola held her down, how she begged for Arale, and how she still forgave Viola in the end. So fucking gross.
What the hell was her fucking problem?
"It's okay I-I know you didn't mean to. I won't tell anyone what happened if you don't…"
Go to hell! Why the hell would you say that to me? Don't you know you should have spit in my face and stepped over me once you had the chance to? Ritsu is so complacent it's not even fun anymore! The glass was overfilling under the tap, Viola's hand shook while trying not to crush it in her grasp. In that whirlwind of self hatred, inspiration took hold on Viola. Taking a long gulp of cold water before dumping out the glass, Viola rose the temp of the water to a level just warmer than room temperature and filled her glass again.
That's it! All Viola needed to do was to even the playing field again. Whether Ritsu realized it or not, the cards had changed hands. Everything needed to be set right again after the mistake Viola had made. Ritsu needed to be reminded how much she needed Viola.
Viola needed to be reminded how much she wanted Ritsu to need her.
Once the glass was full of warm water, Viola made her way back to the bedroom. Ritsu was still sound asleep, the covers halfway pulled up and the plush fairy still tight in her grasp. It was an incredibly cute sight. Viola didn't mind admitting that to herself right now, not when she had the power to ruin it in her hand. Just to make sure she wouldn't be caught in the act, Viola gave Ritsu's slumbering body a small nudge with her knee to see if it would wake her. Luckily for Viola, Ritsu groaned in her sleep and rolled onto her back.
Perfect!
Phone in one hand, Viola held the glass of warm water closely over the blankets covering Ritsu's crotch. Making sure to angle it just perfectly, Viola slowly poured the glass out onto Ritsu. The sleeping girl twitched and moaned in her sleep at the sensation, the warmth keeping her from being shocked awake. The water spread naturally from her crotch to her thighs and settling in a damp wet spot circling her entire waist. It looked like Ritsu had wet the bed without a shadow of a doubt.
With just enough moonlight coming from her window, Viola quickly snapped a number of pictures of Ritsu asleep with the faux pee stain between her legs. Taking careful consideration to make sure Ritsu's sleeping face was visible in every single photo. She couldn't afford for their to be any reasonable doubt about who had such a bad accident, at the grown age of fifteen years old! How pitiful! Poor, poor, Ritsu!
It didn't take long for Ritsu to begin to stir after the water had settled and heavily dampened the sheets. Viola quickly threw herself back under the covers of her futon and hid the empty glass beneath Ritsu's bed.
Ritsu's legs rubbed together uncomfortably, the sensation of soaked sheets drawing her out of her deep sleep and up to a rude awakening. She awoke in a cold sweat with her heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of her chest. Dazed and disoriented it took a a few beats for Ritsu's brain to catch up with the reality of what had happened between her legs.
"Eh? Ehueh?!" Ritsu yelped as her hand rubbed up against the wet blanket on top of her.
No, no, no, no, no! What happened?! This isn't right? There's no way! This can't be happening, not right now, not with Viola right there! Tears clouded Ritsu's vision almost immediately. Inspecting underneath the covers proved that the wetness was warm and definitely from herself. It was as if fate had played a cruel joke on Ritsu. She doesn't wet the bed! This doesn't happen! It hasn't happened since she was a little kid! Why? How?
Ritsu peered over the side of her bed to the futon where Viola was sleeping. Viola was laying completely still in bed, sound asleep. Ritsu breathed a sigh of relief, breaking down into silent tears in the confidence that she was safely alone.
Even her own bed had been robbed of any of the safety it provided her. After what had happened with Viola, the fact she still allowed her to stay over and sleep right next to her bed—of course Ritsu was terrified! Everything about her relationship had changed in the blink of an eye and now she would have to pretend this never happened. The fact she liked kissing Viola, that the way Viola touched her turned her on, it wasn't right! Ritsu wasn't supposed to feel that way about other girls! Arale was an exception!
Ritsu brought her knees up to her chest and wept quietly into her sheets. It didn't matter if she managed to hide it from Viola or anyone else, she would always know. That was punishment enough. She reached out to grab her plush fairy and gripped it tight in her arms, carefully keeping it away from getting soaked by her accident in the bed.
"Mmmm, Ritsu is that you?" A groggy voice came from beside Ritsu's bed. There was never any good time to hear Viola's voice but right now might be an all time worst.
"Y-yeah, sorry did I wake you? I just had a nightmare." Ritsu tried to play off her shock and embarrassment.
Viola sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes before turning back at Ritsu, curled up in a pitiful ball in the corner of her bed. "Are you crying? Is everything alright?"
"Yes! Everything is fine! Just go back to sleep!"
"You're not still mad at me, are you?"
Just let me forget, please!
"No! This isn't about you. Please just don't pay attention to me!"
Viola thanked her lucky stars that it was too dark to see the Cheshire grin spreading across her lips. If she wasn't mistaken it almost sounded like Ritsu was crying. It's a shame I won't be able to lick those delicious tears up this time.
This back and forth game could go on forever, which of course, wouldn't be any fun at all. It was time to see that delicious look on Ritsu's face. Viola tossed off her cover and grabbed her phone, sliding the brightness all the way up and shining it over toward Ritsu before hoisting her way up onto the bed. Ritsu shielded her eyes from the sudden bright light, leaving her bottom half completely exposed for Viola to see.
"Oh!" Viola feigned a gasp, making her mouth into an overly surprised O-shape.
"It's not what you think! It's—uh, uhm, uh…" Ritsu tore all of her covers into a ball around herself, trying to hide the wet shame around her with more fabric.
"I didn't know you still wet the bed, Ritsu…is this why you didn't want me to stay over?" Too good! That look of absolute humiliation on Ritsu's face is too good! Viola barely held back a cruel smirk.
"I don't!" Ritsu raised her voice in protest a little too loud, clasping her mouth shut before collecting herself the best she could. "I don't…this doesn't happen to me. I don't know what's happening with me. I'm not a perfect model-student like this. I didn't want you to see me like this." Ritsu didn't want anyone to see her like this, but it was still worth playing to what little heart strings Viola might have.
"It's okay. It really is." Viola sat her phone down, unlocked on the side of the bed and moved closer toward Ritsu. "Even model students can miss up sometimes. It's really hard to be perfect isn't it Ritsu? That's why you have to count on me. I'll never, ever, let anyone know what happened." Viola placed her hand on Ritsu's shoulder and gave a warm smile.
Ritsu wanted to believe in Viola. She wanted her comfort, now more than ever! Ritsu wanted a hug and reassurance! And Viola would give it, just at a cost. Ritsu's eyes widened in horror as they wondered past Viola and to the light emitting from the unlocked phone screen.
On Viola's phone screen was a photo of Ritsu, still asleep with a large, obvious wet spot between her legs.
"I won't tell anyone what happened if you won't." Viola gave a warm smile, placing an uncomfortable amount of pressure on Ritsu's shoulder.