Chapter 1: Revenge

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 – Yoshida Emi – Osaka, Japan

My body trembled as I walked past the gates of Yamamura High School. Kaori, Yumi, and Hana would be waiting. I didn't have the money. They were going to hurt me.

I clutched my hand to the white blouse of my school uniform, my fingers brushing the red tie dangling down the pristine top. Why did they bully me? What did I ever do to them? Other students strode by, happy and carefree. None of them had to be afraid of Kaori and her gang.

Only me.

I wanted to stay home sick again, but my mother didn't believe me. "You were sick yesterday. You need to go to classes," she declared, glaring at me, her hands on her hips, her black hair twisted into a bun. "Now, Emi-chan."

"Yes, Mother," I sighed, tears almost brimming in my dark eyes.

I forced myself to walk. The bell would ring. I didn't want to be tardy on top of being tormented. I crossed the courtyard, my shoulders hunched. I pushed back a lock of my long, black hair out of my eyes as I scanned for my bullies.

No sign of them.

I entered the school, removed my shoes and put them in my cubby where my slippers waited. Along with a note.

You skipped school. Are you trying to avoid your debts? Kinimoto is not happy. You owe us another 5000¥.

Tanadashi

I swallowed. Kinimoto Kaori wanted more money. They already demanded 10,000¥. All I could scrape up was 7000¥. How was I going to get another 8000¥? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I pulled on my pink slippers, the note crumbling in my hand.

What was going to happen to me today?

I walked up to my classroom, 1-C, and took my seat in the back. I trembled in fear as Takahashi-sempai, my homeroom teacher, taught Japanese literature. I hunched my shoulders, trying not to be noticed as my mind whirled in fear.

I barely noticed when Chie-sempai arrived to teach us math. I dreaded lunch break. My body grew tense, my skin tightening, strangling my breath as the minutes ticked by. Next was history, and Uesagi-sempai's lesson barely registered on my mind.

The bell rang. Lunch.

I stayed in my seat as my classmates filed out, eager to get to the cafeteria. My own lunch was packed in my bag. But I couldn't eat. My stomach was twisted into knots.

"There you are," purred Tanadashi Yumi, standing in the doorway of the classroom. "Why are you sitting in here alone, Yoshida-san?"

She sounded so innocent.

"Why don't you come eat with us today." Yumi's sweet voice hid the venom of her words.

"Yes, sempai," I whispered to the older girl.

I had no choice. I stood up, grabbing my bag and trailing after the bully. Her black hair fell in a pleated braid down her back, reaching to her gray skirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my own, matching skirt as we walked to the stairs that led to the roof.

"You found her," giggled Kishima Hana, a haughty smile on her plump lips. Her narrow face was framed by short, black hair, her red tie loose and her blouse untucked from her gray skirt. "Kaori-tan is so looking forward to speaking to her."

She put an arm around my neck, pulling me close like we were lovers. I shuddered, my olive cheeks burning with a blush.

"I hope you have the money," Hana purred. "Otherwise your apology better be very satisfying."

Yumi giggled as she opened the door to the stairwell. "Kaori is very hard to satisfy. But I bet her pretty mouth can do it."

What were they talking about?

Our feet echoed as we climbed up to the roof. My trembles grew worse. Maybe they'll be satisfied with the 7000¥?

Kinimoto Kaori waited atop the flat roof, leaning against the fence that encircled it. I flinched as the roof door was locked behind us, and Yumi slipped a key into her skirt pocket. Kaori's round face was framed by her bleached-blonde hair, a predatory smile crossing her red lips. She was dressed in the same school uniform as the rest of us with loose, knee-high socks cladding her light-olive legs.

"I missed you yesterday, Emi-tan," purred Kaori. "I'm so happy you are well today."

"But it was such an inconvenience," Hana added. "We were counting on the money."

"But that's why you're going to pay us more," Kaori continued. "Restitution for the inconvenience you caused."

"I am humbly sorry that my illness inconvenienced you," I whispered, bowing low. "Please accept my abject apology as restitution."

"I'm afraid apologies are just not enough," laughed Kaori. "But I'm not heartless. You can bring the extra 5000¥ tomorrow."

I swallowed. "I ... I wasn't able to get the 10,000¥. I ... I don't have that much. I only had 7000¥" I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out the envelope. "Please accept this payment and my apologies, Kinimoto-sempai."

Kaori's face went still.

"How dare you insult Kaori-tan," Yumi gasped. "After her gracious generosity, you spit in her face."

"You wound me, Emi-tan." Kaori's smile grew, a hunger in her arms. "If you cannot pay with money, then you'll have to pay in other ways." She strode forward, stopping before my trembling body. Her finger stroked my cheek. "You have pretty lips."

"Plump and succulent," agreed Hana.

A wave of fear went through me. Were they going to cut off my lips? Tears streamed down my cheeks. "I ... I can get ... the money..." I sobbed. "Please ... don't ... hurt me..."

"Emi-tan," Kaori smiled, "I won't hurt you if you please me."

Hana and Yumi grabbed my shoulders, the older girls pushing me down to my knees. The cement roof rasped at my smooth skin; I winced in pain. Kaori smiled at me, her hands lifting up her skirt. My eyes widened. She wore no panties. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and anointed with her glistening passion.

"What?" I gasped. "You can't ... I'm not a lesbian..."

"You are now," purred Kaori. "To pay your debt, you have to lick our pussies. Every time will count for 500¥. That's how little your mouth is worth. But don't worry. We'll give you plenty of chances to work off your debt."

Kaori's hands seized my black hair, pulling my mouth into her pussy. I squirmed, trying to pull away as her hot flesh pushed on my lips. Her hand had a tight grip on my locks, pain flaring in my scalp as I fought.

"Lick, Emi-tan," she purred. "Or Hana-tan will hurt you."

"And I don't want to do that," laughed Hana. "You have such a pretty body, Yoshida-san. I would hate to mar it."

"Liar, you'll love it," laughed Yumi. "I remember how much fun you had cutting Reina."

I shuddered at Hana's cold laughter. My tongue licked out, sliding through Kaori's pussy. Her spicy, salty juices covered my tongue. I blanched at the taste, hating that Kaori forced me to please her. I licked again, my tongue sliding through her folds.

"That's it, little Emi-tan. Lick my pussy. Umm, you love it. You're a lesbian now."

"Emi-tan the pussy-licker," taunted Hana.

"Lick Kaori-tan's pussy. She needs to be satisfied. Repay her mercy with your tongue."

I licked again and again, my insides boiling in shame and rage. I hated these girls. If I had the strength, I would beat them, kill them. If only I wasn't a coward. Kaori's hips shifted, smearing her hot pussy across my lips. The juices ran down my chin, my tongue forced to feast on her.

Kaori moaned, savoring the pleasure of humiliating me. She gripped my hair, guiding where I licked, moving my mouth up to her budding clit. She purred in delight as I latched on and pleased her. The passion of her voice rose.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned. "Wiggle your tongue in deep."

I obeyed her, squeezing my thighs together. My own pussy grew an itch. A humiliating flush of shame passed through me. My panties grew damp as my tongue whipped faster and faster through her folds, sliding deep into her pussy.

Hands seized my hips, lifting me up so I knelt like a dog. They hiked my skirt and yanked down my panties. Alarm filled me as fingers touched my petals. I tried to pull away from Kaori's pussy, but the bully had a firm grip.

"She has a cherry," Hana laughed. "And the dyke's growing wet."

"Do you like licking my pussy, Emi-tan?" giggled Kaori. "Because you're tongue feels so good. Umm, keep doing that. I'm going to cum so hard."

I kept licking and it wasn't long before Kaori let out a shriek, her pussy flooding my lips with more of her disgusting juices. I swallowed them to keep from drowning. Her hips bucked, smearing her flesh across my mouth and nose. Every breath I took was filled with her scent.

Then she released me. "The little slut made me cum so hard."

"You pleased her," Yumi giggled. "I guess Hana doesn't get to cut you."

"Pity," Hana sighed. "Well, at least she's going to make me cum."

Tears running down my cheek, Hana yanked my hair and pulled my face into her hairy pussy. I munched, hating her tart flavor. Yumi and Kaori giggled behind me. I couldn't see anything buried beneath Hana's skirt.

"Oh, Kaori. You're going to rip her open with that monster," laughed Hana. "I can't wait to feel her scream on my cunt."

"What?" I gasped.

"I'm going to make you a woman," laughed Kaori. "Let her see, Hana."

Hana pulled my head away from her pussy. Kaori had taken off her skirt and strapped a thick, black dildo to her groin. "No!" I gasped. "No, please! I need to be a virgin!"

"She's right, no one will marry a whore," giggled Yumi.

"Especially not a lesbian whore," laughed Kaori. "Yumi-tan, get your phone out. Let's record this happy day for Emi-tan."

"Please, no!" I sobbed.

Hana pulled my face back into her pussy. Kaori smacked my ass as I licked and sobbed. The end of the dildo touched my wet pussy. I screamed into Hana's pussy as the fake cock broke my maidenhead and invaded me.

The pain was intense. I shuddered and sobbed. Kaori pumped hard in and out of me, moaning for joy. Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do to make these girls hate me? I wish I was L and had the Deathnote like in the anime. There wouldn't be any bullies in the world if I had the power of Justice.

I'd just write their names in my notebook and their terrible lives would be over.

The pain receded in my pussy, and to my horror, pleasure replaced it. My pussy was enjoying the assault. Was I a lesbian? Did I want to be treated this way? Kaori's strokes ignited a fire in me. It felt better than masturbation.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I moaned into Hana's pussy, my sheath convulsing about the terrible dildo spearing into me.

Kaori laughed, smacking my ass. "The slut just came."

"What a whore Emi-tan is," giggled Hana. "Oh, yes! She's moaning like a ghost into my pussy. Oh, yes! Drink my juices, lesbian whore!"

"Drink her down, Yoshida-san," moaned Yumi. "I'm so hot. I can't wait to feel your lips on my pussy."

Kaori moaned, slamming the dildo deep into my orgasming sheath. I couldn't believe my body betrayed me. Part of me enjoyed this. I was such a whore. I hated these girls. I wished them dead. I bent every ounce of strength into my desire for Justice.

But they didn't die.

Hana fucked me with the dildo while I ate out Yumi. I came a second time.

They left me on the roof, sobbing, my face smeared in juices. I didn't move. I spent the rest of the school day up there. I stared up at the blue sky, hating my life. If I wasn't such a coward, I would kill myself and end this torment. I looked at the fence surrounding the roof. All I had to do was climb it. The school was three stories. I would probably die when I hit the ground. I stood up, walking to the chainlink fence. I stuck my fingers through the links. Freedom was on the other side.

But I didn't have the strength to seize it.

The bell rang. School was over.

I walked home and took a shower. I had to scrub myself clean. I was filthy. Those girls despoiled me. I sobbed in the shower, the warm water turning cold. I shivered beneath the spray. I didn't care. I needed to be clean.

My mother knocking on the door spurred me to leave. She would only ask questions and I didn't want to deal with her. I locked myself in my room and turned on my computer. I began to search the internet for some curse, some spell, some way to grant my wish and get my vengeance on my bullies.

On an English website called Unearthed Arcana I came across a post. I could sell my soul to the Devil for wishes. Dozens of people had posted claiming they had done the same. I giggled when I read through the ritual. It was easy. I just needed a steak and wait for dawn.

I stayed up all night, filching a steak out of the kitchen while my mother slept. I lit the small grill we had on our back patio of our apartment. When the first rays of dawn splashed on the horizon, I threw the steak on the grill. The meat sizzled.

"The Shining One, Son of the Morning," I chanted in English, my tongue stumbling over words. "I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that she may beg three favors from you!"

The smoke curled into the air. I waited, looking at the rising sun, hoping something would happen.

"Hello, Yoshida-san," A voice said behind me.

I whirled. A man dressed in a black kimono stared at me, a friendly smile across his dark face. I trembled before the Devil. He was a powerful kami, radiating a nimbus of light. I fell to my knees, bowing in reverence before the spirit I had conjured.

"What wishes can I grant you, Yoshida-san?" he asked. For a gaijin spirit, he spoke perfect Japanese.

"I have only one wish, Devil-sama," I said, looking up at him. "If I write the name of a person in my notebook, I want them to die. Like in the anime Deathnote. Grant me that wish, and my soul is yours."

I would have my vengeance on Kaori and her bullies. They would all pay for what they did.

"Only one wish?" he asked. "Are you sure?"

"There is nothing else I need but Justice," I hissed. "I will bring it to the world. With my pen, I will right all the wrongs."

"I can grant this wish with one addendum."

I frowned. "What?"

"There are two people your power will not touch: Mark and Mary Glassner."

I had a vague recollection of some new cult in America worshiping the Living Gods. "Fine. I do not care about them. I only care about..." ... my revenge... " ... bringing Justice to my high school."

A smile crossed the Devil's lips.

"Then we have a Pact." Scarlet light flashed and a contract appeared, yellow smoke curling away. I wrinkled my nose at the rotten scent. "Read it over, then sign at the bottom."

"Sign with what," I asked, taking the contract.

He produced a pen and pricked my thumb. A contract signed in my own blood. I looked over, reading the Kanji. It was very straightforward. I signed my name in sweeping, crimson calligraphy at the bottom. Then the Devil signed his.

Then he vanished into the shadows.

I smiled, standing up. I felt so free. My soul was his. I didn't need to worry about maintaining a cosmic balance, I knew what my fate would be. I pulled out a notebook and a red pen. I wrote all but the last character of Kaori, Hana, and Yumi's names into my notebook. Once I wrote their final character, they would die.

But not yet. I wanted them to know my anger first.

I wasn't scared as I walked to school this morning. I strolled with confidence. Justice would be delivered today. My back was straight as I marched into my school. I no longer had any fear. I had changed today. The Devil had made me into a new woman. The embodiment of justice.