"You like this gaudy kind of stuff," every second was hell whenever Nendo and his rotating entourage of snickering lackeys had you cornered, "you got some crazy taste, ahah!" Perhaps this was your fault, 'maaaaybeee' bringing one of your personalized anime statuettes to school wasn't the best move, but it wasn't right that someone who had it all like Nendo would pick you apart like this.
Light amber eyes danced with amusement, his smile insincere and mocking; this was simply the routine between you to. Despite this, the slick talking pretty boy was a completely different person in private.
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"You're way too big..." Nendo was his true self now, hot breath tickling the edges of your scraggly pubes with each shaky exhale, "....I don't think I c-can..." There was something about the way that purple tube-top slipped over his thin chest, exposing his secretively pierced belly button; it was Nendo's go to top when it came to your 'one-on-one' time with him. Squatting like a cum thirsty slut before you, it was hard not to notice the impossibly short jean shorts hugging his bubbly rump and the dark fishnets accented those slender, tan legs of his.
"You're fine," you assured with an affirming head pat, running your thumb along his glossy lower lip, "If anything, maybe I should've showered--"
"NO!" The reply was almost automatic, frantic, as this feminized version of the ruthless bully buried his nostrils into the musky bush that adorned your crotch. "I-I like the smell." Those amber eyes of his abandoned their usually mocking slant and burned with the intoxication of lust.
"Alright," you consoled your slobbering cock attendant, "you can get a taste." Your permission alone was the greatest gift that the glammed up piece of meat could've asked for; his veiny, bulbous prize nearly as long as his sissified face. "T-Thanks, Anon..."