I fucked a pure, innocent girl who had committed no crime... completely.
I used to be a teacher, but after being subjected to insidious and persistent bullying by my female students, I suffered a mental breakdown, took a leave of absence, and became a shut-in. Every time I see a young woman in a uniform, I feel pathetic, trembling with fear.
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One day, a schoolgirl moved in next door. It seemed to be a short-term lease. I could hear her mother shouting something about summer courses. She was unfriendly and took a cheeky attitude toward her mother—a typical rebellious student. I didn't even want to deal with her.
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"Excuse me, it smells in here, please clean up your trash!"
Even though I've armored myself with trash so that no one would approach, she still dared to speak. What the hell... so annoying... if that's the case, you clean it up yourself...
"Why should I have to clean it up? It stinks! I can't stand it!"
A cheeky brat like you cannot be left unchecked. You'll just create more false accusations like those other girls did... I won't forgive this...
"Wait! Stop it, let me go! Don't come near me!"
The image of the hateful female students who ruined my life overlapped with the schoolgirl next door. Hatred and anger surged within me. I pushed her down onto a trash bag, tore her uniform, and forced her down by sheer strength. I slammed my meat stick into her virgin pussy as a hammer-like punishment creampie.
"Why is this happening to me...?"
Shut up! This is just how society works. It's utterly unreasonable...
You've spent your days complaining without ever being grateful to those around you. This tragedy is the result of your own behavior. Don't make excuses... it's irritating... I'll give you one more blast!!
"Mister, why did you become a shut-in?"
The girl, having lost her will to fight and given up on escaping, asked. As the target of my anger vanished, my composure gradually returned. I began to feel crushed by the weight of the sin I had committed against a girl. I started telling her how much I had suffered, trying to find some peace... how pathetic... what have I done...
"I couldn't be honest with my feelings, and I ended up hurting a lot of people. We both need to reflect on ourselves, don't we...?"
With that, she kissed me...
Wrapped in a gentle sex that felt like licking each other's wounds, I... I...
