I’m thinking of getting an extra cupsize or two.” She pressed her breasts together; the fabric of her white shirt was stretched so thin, her coastersize areolas showed through. Sex “The ritual?”
“I know it’s cliché,” Monika said, “but it takes hymen blood to summon Asmodeus so he can grant us a wish. Didn’t think my lack of a boyfriend was anything worth discussing or be proud of. Don’t worry, we’ve done this three times before.”
“I think I’m going to go home now…” I said, taking a step back. The warped classroom door (looking ten times bigger than normal) burst open like a zit and a demon with hundreds of cocks for arms walked into the dissolving room. Between the squirming masses of tentacles, I could occasionally spot a small wriggling foot, or arm, or a strand of hair. The eyes of Monika and Natsuki glowed red from their reflection. It was just me in there now, on all fours with a crazy headache and a pussy burning from a flow of hot air tickling the deepest gaping reaches, ravaged and freshly deflowered.
