Love is War (hyper, futa on futa, ntr, sph, cum inflation)

Flashes of light from a large television screen illuminated the dimly lit room. Images of various fish came and went: koi swimming in a pond, trout jumping through a stream, a shark hovering menacingly near a school of small fish. The deep voice of a narrator spoke slowly over these aquatic scenes, describing in great detail facts and information about the various marine animals that appeared. His voice filled the room, drowning out the monotonous hum of a nearby lamp and the scritching and scratching of a pencil on paper. This scene continued for over an hour, the documentary playing at a quiet volume due to the lateness of the hour.

A lone girl sat in the room, studiously taking notes on everything the narrator spoke. She wore a matching set of deep red pajamas, long sleeved and comfortable for the late night. Her hair was tied back with its usual ribbon which coincidentally matched the color of her sleepwear. The teenage girl scribbled furiously in a notebook, filling page after page with her neat writing. She sipped occasionally from a cup of tea, decaffeinated of course because it was nearly time for her to sleep. With deep focus, her eyes flashed between the images on the television and the notes she was taking, making sure everything was written properly and correctly. Just another night for the second highest exam-scorer at Shuchi’in Academy.

As the documentary came to an end, Kaguya Shinomiya yawned and fell back into her cushion-backed chair. The documentary had been a long one, something that normally wouldn’t have been an issue for the academically-successful girl, but it hadn’t played till an hour that was past the young girl’s usual bedtime. She had to take notes on it for an assignment for class, and while the teacher had sent them an email with a link to a free version of it online, Kaguya had always been hopeless with the internet. Too proud to ask for help, the tech-ignorant teenager had instead had one of her maids find it amongst the many television channels she had access too, and waited for it to come on. The only consequence of this choice was the fact that it had been near midnight when it finally aired.

Taking a big sip of her warm tea, Kaguya leaned over her well-organized notebook and began to relook over the notes she had just finished taking. The TV naturally changed to another movie, although Kaguya paid it little mind; although the white noise of people talking in the background provided a nice backdrop for her studying. As Kaguya made small changes, edits, and plenty of highlights, the minutes continued to fly by. Feeling that her notes were now perfect, everything meticulously and neatly crafted to her liking, she looked up at the flashing screen once more and reached for the remote - it was time for her to retire for the night.

However, what she saw on the screen shocked her. She dropped the remote, nearly knocking over her perfectly placed cup of tea, and raised her hands to her face. The images beaming into her red eyes were no longer ones of peaceful natural scenery; now they were of something of a much more perverse variety. A busty, tanned girl with dyed blonde hair was completely nude and gyrating on top of a similarly nude male. He had his large hands on her breasts and was thrusting his hips into hers. The naked girl moaned loudly and quickened her movements and the man’s hands moved to grip her wide hips. They were having sex.

Kaguya squealed in embarrassment. She covered her eyes with her hands and turned her head away from the screen. Why was something like this playing on her TV? Little did the naive girl know, the documentary she had watched played on a channel dedicated to movies, and it was one that often showed pornography of a softer flavor in late hours of the night. Despite the fact that it was a scene that barely qualified as obscene to your average, internet-surfing teen, to the sheltered, innocent Kaguya, it was the most carnal thing she had ever witnessed in her life. Still facing away from the screen, only the sounds of the pair’s over-performative coupling invaded the embarrassed girl’s sense. As the sounds continued, Kaguya peaked through her fingers at the screen, her shameful curiosity at the forbidden images outweighing her propensity towards properness.

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