Conceal The Conclusion of Sanae
Her hands trembled, ever so slightly as she pinched heavily onto the zit at her nose, and as it broke, the blood quickly dampened around her index and middle finger, and then it spread out into a red blotch as the blood is released from the pressure of the pinch.
"That was the 100th one today..." She sighed, it has been so damning. So painful...
Ever since she had this disease, with no name and yet to find a cure, she has been in pain. She wished it would go away, she wished the gods who have been with her for so long would take away the pain, and she could... do various other things, under the sun even.
Her disease is so rare she is the only one in the whole world of 6 billion in population to have it. It paralyzes her even, making her so weak as her body goes into overdrive to produce the contents of those zits. 'The Acne Disorder' they simply called it. A disease that makes her body divert all available nutrients to her skin, to produce zits, which damage the skin and takes about a day to mature. When it does mature, it becomes a horrible and disgusting and smelly bulge on the surface of her skin, demanding itself to be broken quickly as the itch quickly becomes so annoying that even sitting in her wheelchair is impossible.
She prayed to the gods to relieve her pain, for her friends to come...
If only... if only she was...
Ah, what the hell, it was all in her figment of her imagination. She was no shrine maiden, or wind priestess, not in some wonderful utopian land... and certainly, she wasn't half the girl she once was.
A single tear dropped to her lap, as her thoughts traveled to the old days.
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Her green hair was once a sign of rebellion, against those in school. Oh, was she popular, Sanae Moriya, hottest girl in town, sassy green haired Venus, an Aphrodite of bad behavior, chain smoker, early popper, teen dancing extraordinaire... Oh, she was the one they say lacked common-sense, but in her mind, it was they who are held back by so much common-sense.
It is only natural the guys wanted to be seen with her, the cool girl who always keep her low-slung V neck uniform with miniskirt, and refusing to wear the second inner white shirt to keep the V neck from exposing her modest parts. The girl had a reputation for sitting with her legs spread open and inviting, tantalizingly advertising her fresh silken skin over porcelain masterfully carved legs of smooth beauty, only modestly clasped in thigh socks that barely held anything back for any person eager to see.
She was wild, once she lit her cigarette in class, and kicked over the table so her legs could be easily rested on her makeshift legrest. The teacher protested, but instead, she pulled him over, and placed her hand neatly on his crotch, stifling his words and making him utter something totally wrong for a teacher to do. A yelp of pleasure as her silken hands traveled over the well-ironed pleated slacks, tracing a fine route of the cress and over the slight bump where the manhood is positioned.
When she was brought to the principal's office, it was her who slammed the door open, crying with fake tears and shrill voice, "He molested me... in class! He placed my right hand on his... his... thing...." Then a few sobs followed as her voice trailed off to a silent protest as she held close to the sides of the principal's finely pressed black suit, her tears dampening the side of his left shoulder as the sobs faded in. Inside, she was laughing, knowing full well by tomorrow this teacher, who is now flailing his hands in protest against the faked accusation by the green haired bad girl; will be branded by society as a disgusting pervert, and subsequently banned from his career, forced to do community service, maybe even arrested...
Oh, what fun~
And then, when she finally calmed down, she held onto the wrinkled trembling hands of the principal himself after he dismissed the teacher forcibly. The locking click of the door meant that now in the office, only the presence of Sanae is left with the principal. She looked with the tearful eyes full of faked emotions and a blush she could somehow ever so skillfully summon at will. Then, placing her forced hand to the back of the principal's right palm, she applied the palm to the left of her chest.
"Can you feel it... I am finally calmed down... thanks...so much... I... didn't know what to do..." She told the principal in a coy and seductive voice, ever so precocious from a 16 year old high schooler, her tone only on the cusp of maturity, yet held back by sweet childish prepubescent notes.
Lo, what man can deflect such charms?
"It is alright now, Sanae-chan, you can let go of my hand now..." He knew well what he was supposed to feel - her heartbeat, but instead, like all men given the opportunity, he couldn't stop himself from feeling the softly bulged chest of the 16 year old. So lovely was its shape, held back by a thin piece of cloth, and the fact that she wasn't wearing the white inner-piece made it all so arousing. He was old enough to be her grandfather, but yet... it was so right, for something so wrong that he felt.
Sanae knew, she had his heart, and mind. He was hers, her own high powered toy, designed to drive off undesirable obstructions.
Silently she laughed on the inside.
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School was over, the bells over the high tower placed above the school's assembly hall rang with resounding echoes. The distant sound floated past the quiet corridor leading all the way to the end where the rather large female lavatories are. The changing rooms next to it, the door tightly sealed with a wedge from the inside to prevent any potential disturbances.
There were 5 girls, each with a snarl on their faces, hampering whatever beauty they may have under the curled facial tension, and their target of 'affection' was at Sanae.
Sanae was beautiful, flowing green locks of colored hair, smooth porcelain skin, precocious, seductively dressed to engage the attention of the boys. How many of the girls had their boyfriends stolen from right under their noses?
Sanae has never bothered to be waited upon to be flirted, she flirts. That was the difference. There were no letters in shoeboxes, no lightly-scented notes inside her desk, no phone calls from secret admirers, no sweet poems written onto the chalkboard for her personal muse... it was all her doing.
She merely has to pass a boy by the hall, her scent would waft lightly over his nose, engaging his every nerve and attention as he turned to see. Her beauty notwithstanding, his eyes traveled to her lightly dressed boy of perfection; especially volatile to lust when in summer, with the soft fabric lightly hugging to her body as the sweat permeated it. One look was all it need, and that is why they call her the 'miracle worker', for the next moment, the young man would swoon for her head over heels, he would become her lapdog, drool for her every single attention. When she does give it, he would lap it up, every single drop of attention.
These were her achievements, and these are the things the girls who snarled at her now came for.
"You bitch."
"Whore!"
"Slut!"
"You have no right to steal my boyfriend like that!"
"He was with me, and then you came, what the fuck were you thinking?"
The five all shrieked like angry banshees at her, their voice as filled with hate as compared with the mythic lore itself.
Sanae has few words to say however, "You have only yourself to blame, for being cockblocks, for being pretentious... for being so frigid. What? didn't you know the boys only wanted to fuck you? Didn't you think they masturbate to you at night in their bedrooms?" She paused, and resumed, "You know, if you just accept them and do the right moves, you would have them feeding from your palms."
She said it with such righteousness, that no one in the room could somehow deny it, it was expected of Sanae Moriya, queen of bitches. Then , like a sudden angry mob, they lunged for her.
Sanae had no fear however, known only to few, she was a well trained martial art student, she attended Judo classes since young, and she graduated from black belt Karate recently, and frankly, that is where her well toned body comes from; which is something the rest of the girls here don't have.
With swift moves, she cancelled their movements, flipping them light rag dolls and sending them tumbling onto the changing room floors. Her moves traveled like lightning, and too fast for the eye to perceive by the layman, and with almost immediate efficiency, the mob was put down, groaning in pain and twisting to avoid pressure on their sore spots.
Sanae pulled one of the girl's hair up by the roots, and pulled her face close to hers so that her breath can spray onto her face, the perspiration on her face only marked her desperation more and more as the fear of staring at a female lion far more powerful than a common house cat came down to her reality. Tears flowed out from her blackened eye, earlier punched spot-on by Sanae with accurate force, and her swollen lip tried to utter a petrified 'sorry'.
"Oh no, I am sorry, Kururi of 5B, I am sorry for your loss here and your boyfriend, whom you so pathetically seduced one time successfully but lost your reins on his neck." Sanae then planted her face downwards, and promptly got up.
Suddenly, as though fueled by a sudden violent intent, she placed her foot on the back of her head. Then, slowly she bended over, and re-tied her shoelace, leisurely so, so that the girl can feel her every dignity crushed below as her face kissed the cold floor tiles. Sanae enjoyed every moment of this, she smacked her lips even... knowing full well tomorrow these girls will not even come to school to be subjected to the shame of their swollen faces being seen.
Oh, the thrill of life.
So lovely.
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Part 1
Well, "Sanae is a good girl" aside, I really like Sanae, and despite her 'apparent bitchiness' in UFO, I really wanted to write this suddenly. This might be fueled from her UFO attitude where she says all Youkai must die.
"The weak shall perish" is her attitude, and I like bad girl Sanae.
enjoy, for this may make you rage.