CHAPTER 1

“You really ought to stay out of trouble, Kon. It’s our last week of school but keep this up, and the Headmistress will have you expelled – or worse!”

“Expelled for what? Like it was ever my fault – you know it never is!”

“Whether it was your fault or not you still got in a fight, and you’re not going to get away with it that easily anymore. From now until the end of term, you’ll be under strict observation; so, make sure to be a good boy and behave from now on,”

Kon let out a heavy breath, like a scoff and sigh put together, then peered at Aika. Like a true ambassador, she sat kneeling opposite Kon at his kotatsu, both warm feet in blue, knee-high school socks exposed underneath her. On it, both her soft hands rested clutching a cup of warm tea. Her violet hair, silky and smooth, was tied up in a neat bun, and a messy fringe with a pair of long bangs came down to her collarbones. She was still in her school uniform; a white, long-sleeved shirt and a crème sweater were worn skin tight and highlighted her slim physique. All in all, she seemed the perfect candidate for her position at school: Class representative.

Despite this she still had a certain side to herself that was fun-loving and demanded amusement. Her face lit up and her rose-red lips had curled to form a smirk. Kon had known her long enough to know what was about to happen.

“Anyway, now that the professional talk's over…”

She looked away for a second, but her face made it evident that she was about to burst.

“I can’t believe you got beat up by the Gyaru girls in the toilets again!" She laughed. "What’d do to you this time? Burn you with cigarettes? Make you their slave? Or even - -“

“Enough, stop it!” Pleaded Kon, swiping away her hands which had slowly began to creep towards his wrists. “Why are you always so curious about this stuff? Shouldn’t you be on my side?”

“Times have changed Kon, lighten up!” replied Aika cheerfully, leaning towards him

“You used to be a lot nicer you know,” 

“And you used to be a lot less wimpy,”

“Huh… Maybe she’s right” thought Kon “But then again, the world's changed so much since we’ve grown up. And now she seems like a whole different person. Maybe she isn’t used to having guy friends because there aren’t as many anymore. Or… DAMN IT SHE’S TEASING ME AGAIN!”

Determined, Kon looked up, expecting to find the same shameless girl he’d been spending his Monday evening with. Yet she had seemingly vanished - without a trace. All of a sudden, Kon felt something… A feeling. A pair of nails gently digging into both of his thighs. He looked down, and from underneath his kotatsu, Aika appeared. 

“You gonna prove to me wrong, Kon?” she asked, licking her lips.

Speechless, Kon began to crawl away from her. Her bare touch on his leg was a strange thing for his body to handle. She then emerged fully from underneath the kotatsu, where Kon was able to see her fully:

Her attractive figure seemed to curve down towards her waist then outwards towards her hips – wide hips were meant to be powerful hips - which were complimented by her ample buttocks, which was strong and curved mesmerizingly. Her large breasts were visible and hardly kept in. Big round and perky, they stood as a proud determiner of her genetic health as she and her her tender, young body loomed above Kon's pathetic position on the floor. Though Aika was not tall, Kon was now at her feet and about to beg for mercy.

Grabbing a hold of his ankles, Aika pulled Kon towards her, sliding him across the soft carpet. With her azure blue eyes, she looked straight at Kon and then in one smooth motion, placed her blue-socked foot between his legs. He could feel the damp warmth emanating from it.

“Come on Kon, it’s just my foot! Shouldn’t be too hard for you to escape. Here, I’ll start off slow,” 

Saying that, Aika lowered down her sweaty foot, and began pressing it  against Kon’s balls. It was only a little bit of pressure, but enough to send a jolt of pain dashing through his body. “How shameful!” he thought,  his most important body part being violated by something so dirty. But shame was the last thing on his mind; and Aika had now begun to grind her hot soles against his balls, with greater pressure than before. With every grind, the musky smell coming from her sweaty, blue socks grew stronger and stronger, until the smell had engulfed his body. The more he breathed, the more the smell paralyzed him, and the weaker he was growing by the second. Yet he couldn’t seem to move away. Strange feelings shot through his body, like alarm bells telling him he had to escape - HE HAD TO ESCAPE. Kon grabbed onto Aika’s blue-socked foot trying to pull it away, but he only helped spread her foot scent.

“Only a few seconds ‘till I crush your balls, Kon!”

“She’s only kidding,” thought Kon  “She wouldn’t actually- -” But just as he thought that, Aika had begun to pinch his testicles through his shorts using her toes, and also her toenails to scratch him. She pressed the balls of her feet against his testicles, and began to apply deeper, painful pressure. Through the pain, Kon had managed to escape her foot, and crawled away backwards away from her.

Undeterred, and like a leopard, Aika pounces on Kon’s body, trapping him under her womanly frame. Straddled, Kon begins to struggle under Aika’s wide waist and buttocks, which had trapped him down to the floor, but to no avail. As light as she was, it was as if something was stopping Kon from escaping. 

“How come you stopped coming to Judo class with me?” teased Aika

“You know why…!” Shouted back Kon

“Do I really?”

The sweet scent of her sweat surrounded Kon, choking him with pleasure as she swayed her hips from side to side. 

“Because I ‘fight dirty? I suppose that’s it then.” replied Aika with a smile “But it’s for your own good, Kon!”

Her plait green skirt was laid out, splayed over Kon’s crotch. Underneath it she began to briskly rub herself against Kon’s body –with her soft, white panties acting as a barrier. With every silky back and forth movement, Kon seemed to grow weaker and weaker, like his life was being drained out of him.

Aika seemed almost sadistic; she enjoyed the torment she was putting Kon through. But it was far too reciprocated. 

“You’ll never escape just lying there.” Said Aika “Fight back,” 

She began to curl her legs tightly around Kon’s, constricting them tightly. Kon could feel her smooth thighs, as they pressed, skin to skin, to his. As she harshly stroked his legs using her own feet, the coarse cotton of her socks rubbed across his thighs, leaving her scent all over them. Kon was in blissful anguish; the pleasure he felt from this was definitely shameful - the definition of shameful - but it felt so good, and he felt the goodness. His mind began to wander off: “Being surrounded by Aika, her scent, her body, her… warmth,” he thought, “this feels so good but... wrong. What’s wrong with me - why do I like this!?”

In his mind, Kon had come to the realisation that enough was enough – he had to fight back. But, though he had come to this realisation, Aika had not realised he had. Kon, in his ostensible rapture, had not seen what was coming for him. 

Slap! Slap! Slap - -

Aika raised her deceivingly tender hand once more, but at the final moment, Kon had awoken from his ecstasy-filled slumber, with a strong determination to defeat her. 

“You’re not gonna beat me again, Aika!” Kon said, with a confident yet slightly distracted smile on his face.

He gave a firm twist of his hips while tightly gripping Aika’s hands, pushing against her forcefully. Though at first, she seemed deeply rooted, she soon gave way and found herself laying supine on the carpeted, tatami floor – Kon, positioned over her.

“Hehe, Kon, you’re so cute!” she said, beckoning him in as she crawls backwards.

In a flurry of determination, Kon began to advance on her. Grabbing a firm hold of her calf, he pulled her body towards him. But as he did so, his attack was interrupted; his grasp was not firm enough, and with Aika’s other foot pushing against his chest, her sock came right off. Kon could barely tell what was going on. The smell was getting to him.

“Kon, you weirdo! You like something about my socks, huh?” she teased.

“You’re the weird one!” he retorted “I… I… At least I’m not fighting dirty like you!”

“I have no idea what you mean” she said, beginning to pull off the sweater that made up her school uniform. She thinks for a second. “Though… I guess it’s good you know what’s going on,” She murmurs. “Anyway!" she starts, "You gonna show me how a man fights, or is my body going to beat yours into submission again?”

As obvious as the bait was, Kon was far too immersed in the moment to realise. With two metres between them, he was ready to narrow the gap and go in for his last assault.

He lunged forward for the final time that night, ready to somehow ‘defeat’ his opponent. He was approaching fast, but Aika had already prepared her interception. Like an octopus, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, holding his head close to her breasts. Her counterattack had worked - success! But there was one thing she had not accounted for: his attack. Just seconds before, Kon had – accidentally – managed to unclasp several of Aika’s shirt buttons. 

For the first time, Kon had seen Aika’s chest in this exposed state. 

“Light blue…” he thought “With frills and lace. Wait! She’s wearing linger--”

Just as he had begun to think that, Kon’s thoughts were smothered. As well as his face. With a quiet exhale, Aika let out a quiet whimper and her cheeks went rose red with blush. From pleasure? From shame? It was hard to tell, but by this stage she was holding Kon so tight between her breasts that he was close to suffocation. Her soft body wobbled against Kon’s like jelly, as she held him close, depriving him of air and a look at her body. But not of pleasure!

Enough was enough. She had captured her enemy and now it was time for his final assault – to be assaulted by her! With Kon dazed, it was no problem at all for Aika to get him off of her. With him now lying on the ground, she quickly straddled his body and swiftly moved up to his face. 

Kon had been defeated yet again, and his opponent was free to finish him in whatever way she saw fit. The method of execution: facesitting!

Aggressively, she slammed her ass down on the loser’s face, pinning both his arms that were raised above his head, with her legs. Kon was doomed. He knew there was no way he could escape from her powerful ass and hips. He struggled and squirmed, but with every passing second, he felt himself getting weaker. The smell that came from her feet and groin created an intense aroma that weakened him - but he craved more of it. It was the only thing he could smell. And he was unable to move, pinned down by a female who had defeated him using only her body and charms. Aika pressed her ass harder against Kon’s face, wriggling it across it. She giggled in delight as she continued to grind her ass against Kon, taking advantage of the prey she had defeated. 

She gave a few more rhythmic grinds, and that was the last thing Kon remembered – him, defeated by a smaller, lighter female; owned by her ass, breasts and feet: his childhood friend, Aika.

“Aika… Aika…” he mumbled.

All begins to fade...

Then there came a harsh sound from next to Kon.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Opening his eyes, Kon glances to his right. “My alarm clock… is going off?” he thinks. Though confused, he whacks the ‘snooze’ button on the top of it as he does every morning. Morning? “Morning, it’s morning!” he thought “And it’s Tuesday?” Wait… so does that mean…?” He gives his futon a glare, before swiftly pulling back the duvet to check the bedsheet. 

“No problems there, huh? But, man… That was really all a dream? How cliché!” he thinks with a smile. He continued to think about this as he brushed his teeth “Still, it felt kind of real. But Aika and I have never sparred in that way before – or whatever it was,” 

He finished up his morning routines, then proceeds to get dressed for the following day at school. He puts on his white t-shirt and tightens his red tie around his neck.  He prepares breakfast, then carries his plate into his tatami room - where his kotatsu was located. He slides open the door plate in hand, takes two steps in, and sits cross legged on the floor.

A familiar smell comes from next to the kotatsu. He looks around it, then finds the source:

A pair blue, knee-high school socks – familiarly coarse.