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Gakuen Bungou Stray Dogs - The First Half (Part 2/2)

Previous Part: Part 1/2

<Thanks for lovely cover page @bsduwu)

Sorry it took me so long but I finally finished the first half of the au novel that was included as a bonus in the DVD/BD of the anime. The novel is called Gakuen Bungou Stray Dogs (Bungou Stray Dogs School) and is consisted of 2 parts, the first half is included in DVD/BD Vol 2 and the second half is in Vol 8. It is about 80 pages in total. It has also been adapted into a story in the game Bungou Stray Dogs: Tales of the Lost so you may find the story familiar.

Below is some of the notes I would like to read before proceeding.

- Please buy the DVD/BD to support the authors if you can.

- I don't mind if you use bits of it for analysis or credits, but do not repost the whole thing out of Tumblr.

- Feel free to retranslate it if you want, but keep in mind that my translation is not perfect as I am not fluent in neither English nor Japanese.

- I am translating casually at my pace so I can't promise when the next part will come out. But I will make time for it when I can.

That's it. Happy reading!

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He asks Kunikida about the Student Council with that ominous name, but he is kicked out of the class room and told to go and see for himself. It can’t be helped so Atsushi waits until after school, and heads to the “Armed Student Council” office.

“Oh, Atsushi-san! Where are you going?”

The person who calls out to Atsushi as he is walking ploddingly down the corridor is his classmate, Miyazawa Kenji a.k.a the Sleeping God. He is carrying something that looks like a big and heavy box.

“You are awake!” Atsushi says as he looks at that box.

“I am.” Kenji answers cheerfully.

Atsushi recalls how Kenji was until just now. Five minutes after his lunch, Kenji went back to sleep like dead. And he didn’t wake up even for one second during the afternoon class. Curious, Atsushi asked other classmates about it and was told that even though Kenji was in that sleep-learning state every single day, he still managed to get the lessons into his head somehow. What is his body even made of? I am a bit jealous, Atsushi thinks to himself.

“Oh?“ Kenji grins as his eyes stop on the piece of paper in Atsushi’s hands. “Atsushi-san is going to the Student Council too?”

“That’s right but… Kenji-kun too?”

“Yes!” Kenji nods his head. “I have been very much indebted to the Student Council. Actually, I am also a member of the Armed Student Council.”

Atsushi is shocked. Kenji is a first-year student just like him. They have been in this school for only a week. Yet he is already working as a member of the Student Council. Just what kind of special skills he possesses?

“Actually, I am going to bring this box to the Student Council office.” Kenji says with a smile. “If you are heading there too, how about we go together?”

That would be a big help, Atsushi thinks. After all, for a timid boy like Atsushi, stepping into a room occupied by a bunch of strangers by himself is a huge nerve-racking task. If he is with a classmate, he probably will have more courage to open that door. Atsushi agrees without hesitation.

The Student Council office is one floor above the Staff Room, overlooking the back of the campus facing the south window. Kenji with the heavy box leads the way. Atsushi follows him and sneakily passes through the door of the Student Council office. Above the door is a black iron sign with the letters “Armed Student Council” engraved in gold. So unnecessarily glory.

“I’m going in.” Atsushi hides behind Kenji who just enters the office with a bright and high-pitched voice and quietly observes what is inside. Because he can somewhat tell that this place called Armed Student Council is not an ordinary organization according to the information that he’s got so far. This might be the den of a bunch of evil spirits like Dazai, who is feared by even the teachers. Atsushi starts to tremble as he imagines himself being eaten up from the head by the red-faced, demon-like members of the Student Council.

“Uwaaa!!! This is awful!! This is bad!!” A high-pitched voice suddenly comes out from inside the room, which scares Atsushi and he quickly hides behind his classmate again. The voice comes from the person sitting at the far end of a huge round desk. For some reason, he is waving both of his arms and making a fuss.

“Look at this, Yosano-san! My hands, my hands are all sticky! How can a hamburger be like this?”

“It is what it is, Ranpo-san. Didn’t you say it yourself? You said you wanted to try a “hamburger without meat and buns”. The black-haired girl standing next to him says coldly. It’s basically a hand-held salad.”

“Sticky hands… hmm...” The person at the back of the room starts speaking. “I see, if I soak my hands in a neuroparalytic transdermal poison directly, then I might be able to die without suffering...”

Atsushi has heard that voice before.

“It’s impossible, Dazai. Do you remember that time when you tried to kill yourself by jumping off from the roof of the school building? You only left a giant human-shaped hole on the ground. And in the end, you just walked out from that hole, alive and well.”

“Dazai?” Atsushi unconsciously speaks out.

Everyone in the room turns to look at him. The office was enveloped in complete silence.

“So...”, the person called Ranpo-san who is sitting in the middle of the room finally breaks the silence. “Kenji-kun, who is that?”

Atsushi tries to introduce himself in a panic, and Kenji is ready for a cheerful reply. However, before either of them can say anything, Dazai already holds out his hands and speaks in excitement. “Ohhh, isn’t that the late boy from this morning?”

And just like that, he walks over and pats Atsushi on his shoulder.

“Do you know him, Dazai?” the black-haired girl called Yosano narrows her eyes as she asks.

“His name is Atsushi-kun. He came to my rescue when I was dying under the cherry tree this morning, a man of love and justice.”

Isn’t he dramatizing it too much, Atsushi thinks.

“Hmm… come to think of it, advisor Kunikida did say that such a guy was coming.” Ranpo seems to get what is going on. “Use him freely as an underling, is what he said.”

“A… an underling?” Atsushi’s eyes go black and white. So that’s how the story went without his knowledge? “Such a thing…” He honestly doesn’t remember agreeing to such a thing.

A bunch of thoughts pass through Atsushi’s mind in that brief moment. It is always like this. I’m this kind of person. Things happen without my knowledge and before I notice, I get dragged into strange stuff. I am forced go to places and do things I don’t want to. It is the same wherever I go. All because I have no autonomy. I have a tendency to get caught up in things and be swept along. That is probably my destiny.

“Are you not?“ Ranpo asks.

“Well, I guess I’m an underling then.” Atsushi who is too used to get caught up in things and be swept along, accepts it without giving it too much of a thought.

“I see. It is just like Kunikida-sensei to send you here.“ Dazai nods in agreement, before putting his hand on Atsushi’s shoulder. “Anyway, welcome. Let me introduce you to the members. You already know my name, right? I’m Dazai Osamu, the chief secretary of this Armed Student Council. By the way, although I am the secretary, I don’t do any kind of secretarial work because it is a pain.”

“Hah?” is all Atsushi can say.

“And the person over there is Yosano-san. She is a powerful woman who supervises the health committee.”

“Let me know whenever you are hurt.”

“Her healing ability is also the top in this school. However, her treatment method, which does not consider easing the pain of patients at all, is the most painful. Most injured people will avoid her. However, there are still some of “those guys” who are willing to be treated by her. What a big world we live in. And next is…”

“I am the president of this Student Council, Edogawa Ranpo!“ Ranpo who has been taking the middle spot of the room, declares in high spirit. “You know what a Student Council President mean, right? In other words, I’m the greatest student in this school. Why am I great? Because it is me! That’s it!”

A few seconds of silence.

“I… I see.” Atsushi just nods for the time being. It is one habit of his to react as if he understands when he does not understand anything.

“And I am Miyazawa Kenji.” Kenji who has been standing behind Atsushi all the time, says cheerfully. “Well then, can I put this box down now?”

“Ah, sorry about that.” Dazai says as he looks at the heavy-looking box Kenji is carrying. “Is that the thing?”

“Yes.” Kenji says, stepping forward. “Can I put it on this desk?”

“Hey hey, wait a minute.” Yosano cuts in. “If you put it there, the desk will be squashed. Just leave it on the floor please.”

Kenji nods obediently and puts the box down on the floor as he is told. As soon as he does it, the floor rumbles. It seems to be from the impact of the box being placed on the floor. If you look at it closely, the tiles on the floor where the box is put are slight bent. The sturdy floor finishing is making little creaking sounds.

Atsushi doesn’t know what is inside the box, but he knows one thing for sure that the wooden round table would really be flattened if Kenny had put such a heavy thing on it. He wonders why he didn’t notice how frighteningly heavy it was, and he immediately knows the reason. It is because Kenji was carrying it around so casually that he didn’t notice at all. Atsushi looks at Kenji. Kenji looks at the box and smiles Who in the world is this boy…

“Well, now that this has arrived too.” Ranpo says proudly, “Everything is ready.”

“Good timing. Atsushi-kun here will give us a hand.” Dazai says. “He wanted to become an underling here after all.”

He doesn’t remember wanting to do it at all, but Atsushi only makes a vague “Huh?”

Nevertheless, he is interested in the inside of the box. It seems to have something to do with him getting involved in this. Even if he gives up and accepts the fact that he is already forcefully dragged into this, he at least wants to know what kind of troubles are waiting for him in advanced. Dazai probably notices that expression of his, so he smiles and says, “By the way, Atsushi-kun has no idea what it is, right? Kenji-kun, can you please open the lid of that box? It is too heavy we cannot even move it.”

“Got it!” Kenji enthusiastically puts his hand on the box and slowly lifts the lid up. Everyone peeks inside the box. Atsushi is stunned. “This is…” *** The after-school campus is bathed in an orange color. The lively classrooms during the day now have only a few students remaining. Most of them have left for their club activities or gone home.

From the ground, the only sounds that could be heard are the voices of the track and field team as they are running in, the thumping sounds of the tennis club practicing against the wall, and the whooshing sound of the new members of the brass band practicing with their wind instruments, which echoes off the walls inside the school building over and over again.

The after-school campus is filled with calming yet a little lonely sounds.

“I’m so hungry.”

“Eh… Already?”

Atsushi and Kenji are walking side by side down the hallway. They are heading to the music room on the 4th floor after leaving the Armed Student Council office.

“When the job here is done, let’s go grab something to eat.”

“Job you say… Is it the Armed student council’s job to solve requests like that?” Atsushi asks Kenji.

“Not exactly. But whenever a student has a trouble or anything, we always handle it perfectly, so before we know it, it has become a norm for everyone in the school to come to the Student Council whenever they need a difficult problem solved.”

The request brought to the Armed Student Council this time is “To Open a Time Capsule.”

Inside the hella heavy box that Kenji was carrying just now is a cylindrical time capsule. It is big and made of thick metal that vertically would be as tall as a person. It is old but extremely sturdy. Even if wrestlers are to fight on top it, or it is shaken up by earthquakes, the things inside will not suffer even a scratch. It was dug up from the back of the campus, next to the row of cherry blossom trees.

“It seems to be something a student has buried many years ago.” Dazai says as he looks at the time capsule. “It might contain a great deal of unbelievable treasure.”

No one knows how much truth there is in that rumor. Rumors that are passed down by students always have a lot of details added to it and have already strayed far from the original story. The teachers have tried calling students who they think might have buried the capsule to ask, but so far, they have not found any alumni who said “I buried it”. It seems that someone had quietly buried it while keeping it a secret to the school.

According to the unconfirmable rumors, the capsule may be packed with the jewels that some bad kids had stolen from a jewelry shop nearby, or a high-end speaker amplifier that a music teacher bought at inappropriate expense, or a black admission ledger that a previous headmaster kept and the black money he unjustly collected from it… everything from the most conspiratorial to the absolutely trivial theories.

The task of looking into that unidentifiable, suspicious and roundabout time capsule was assigned to the Armed Student Council based on three pieces of information.

First, it was buried so deep into the ground that no one but Kenji with his monstrous strength could carry, and the lid of the capsule is also locked with a number lock. In other words, without the passcode, one cannot open it, nor bring it to a site somewhere to have it melted down because it is too heavy. That is quite a sophisticated security measure against the teenage students.

Second, according to the words of the student who asked the Armed Student Council to open the capsule, he witnessed some people trying to dig it out in the middle of the night. It was a group of about three people wearing black clothes with the hoods covering their faces. They were using professional scoops and digging up a big hole in the school yard so he found it suspicious and called out to them. And then they fled while making sure their faces are not seen, leaving behind a half-excavated time capsule. If that was the people who buried it, they would have known the passcode for sure, so there was no need to dig it up and carry it away. If that was just three random people, there was no way they would know that there was a time capsule buried down there. In other words, someone is after the contents of the time capsule. Quite a disturbing story at the backyard of a peaceful school.

And thirdly, when the Armed Student Council finally found the unlocking passcode, someone has stolen it. The notebook in which the passcode was written stayed locked with a key inside Kunikida-sensei’s desk at the back of the Staff Room. And one night, it was forced opened and taken away. Kunikida-sensei was furious asking where his notebook was. And that was when the Student Council had to start investigating the matter seriously.

“So what we are going to do now is to meet the person who saw the suspicious gangs the other day.” Kenji says. “He is a member of the brass band so he should be at the music room at this time.”

“What kind of person is he?” Atsushi asks.

“He is also a member of the Armed Student Council. An upperclassman, his name is Tanizaki Junichirou.”

However, as they get to the music room, said Tanizaki-sempai is not there. They ask the brass band members, and are told that he has been suspended from school since yesterday and will be grounded at home for a week.

“Why was he suspended?”, Atsushi asks

According to the brass band member, it was for “illicit relationship with the opposite sex”. He was seen walking with his sister in a hotel district by his guidance teacher.

“But if it is his own sister, there should be no problem with that, is there?”

“Well, it is because you…. have never seen the two of them before.” the brass band members whispered to him.

Apparently, the name Tanizaki is well known throughout the school, in a pretty pinkish way. Atsushi thinks to himself. For him to be that popular, he must be quite a handsome guy. Or is he a demon of lust that even his own sister falls for him? I really want to hear all the heroic episodes of him later (when there is no girl around).

After thanking the brass band members, Atsushi and Kenji leaves and decides to head back to the Student Council office. But they run into Kunikida-sensei on the way.

“Oh Kenji, here you are! The Student Council president was looking for you. He wanted you to move the time capsule to a safe place, something like that.”

“Ranpo-san?” Kenji tilts his head. “I got it. I will go right now.”

“Then I will excuse myself too.” Atsushi is following Kenji when Kunikida grabs his collar and stops him.

“You have another thing to do.” Kunikida speaks in a cold voice. “There is new information about my lost notebook. Come with me.”

“Notebook? You mean the one with the passcode to open the time capsule?”

“Right… whoever stole my notebook deserves to die ten thousand times. I will make them scrub the toilet every day, drop their internal evaluation scores steadily, and call them up in class every day regardless of their student number!”

For him to be this mad about having his notebook stolen, Kunikida-sensei must have a lot of embarrassing secrets written in there, Atsushi wonders.

“Anyway, let’s go and see the guy who was suspected of stealing the notebook.” Kunikida speaks decisively.

“Who is he?”

“A dangerous guy. His name is Akutagawa.” Kunikida has a stern look in his eyes. “Even the teachers find it tough dealing with him. I know where he is.”

“So are we going there now?” Atsushi asks. “Where is the place?”

Kunikida stares down at Atsushi, then pauses for a moment before saying.

“The infirmary.”

That is what led to the encounter between Nakajima Atsushi and his nemesis Akutagawa Ryunosuke, also known as “the infirmary nobleman”.

***

A shadow is standing at the school gate, in the lingering light of the sunset.

“Is it here? The school of that son of a bitch Dazai?”

A black uniform that cuts out the twilight. Sharp eyes, and a distinctive tense aura of those who are used to fighting.

“You can’t run away from me even if you try, Dazai.”

The young man touches the jet-black brimmed hat on his head and adjusts it like he is so used to it. The evening breeze that carries the chilled air from somewhere passes through him, leaving his uniform fluttered. That uniform does not belong to this school. He is a “transfer student”. In order to serve ties with his karma, he has followed his nemesis to this school.

His name is Nakahara Chuuya. He has a killing aura that doesn’t match with his modest height. A delinquent among delinquents.

The young man with the black hat, who is sure to bring a storm to this school, smiles a fearless smile and begins to walk toward the school..

He doesn’t know yet.

That soon enough, the jet-black brimmed hat that is adorning his head will be confiscated for violation of school regulation.

*** (To be continued in the second half)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #gakuen bungou stray dogs #my translation #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #kunikida doppo #edogawa ranpo #nakahara chuuya #tanizaki junichirou #yosano akiko #spoilers

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fyodere · 1 month

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gakuen!fyodor smut

my cold fingers running through your hair.

﹙ 💬 ﹚── parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), high school!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, misogyny kink, corruption kink, academic rivals, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, hairpulling, blowjobs (m receiving), underage (you and fedya are like 17), catholic guilt, wet dream, dirty thoughts ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Fyodor never liked you, not with your presumption and your ability to always get the questions right in the classroom. He not only didn't like you, but he hated you, even though he despises you as woman, you constantly occupy his thoughts. However, somehow, you haunt him. Fyodor wakes up with a start, he realizes that you were present in his dreams. A dream he would pray to forget.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : GAKUEN!FEDYA SMUT BABYYYY oh lord you guys don’t know how much i’m excited for this. I even made an ai bot of this concept on janitor ai. this was on my drafts since last year so excuse my grammar 😩 i hope you enjoy it !!

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪 💬 🐈‍⬛ ⋅

Still breathless, Fyodor tried to look around to rationalize the situation. He could see straight now and his eyes were getting used to the darkness of his room.

03:27AM

Oh.

Dostoevsky sighed. It was late, he needed at least one good night of sleep for his upcoming test and cello practice. Now his body is feeling uncomfortably awkward. This was unusual, Fyodor always keep everything in check. Maybe if he tried to close his eyes, and if he lay really still, he could trick his body into falling asleep again. It was a good plan. Obvious, but still good plan. Fyodor smirked for himself as he close his eyes again, of course he always have a plan.

But then, the sudden feeling on his throat came back. His heartbeat is racing again. What is it? No, It couldn’t be…

Fyodor opened his eyes with a slight feeling of rage. He remembered.

Oh, he remembered.

And for the first time, he wished for his brilliant brain stop working. Fyodor knew how his memory was sharp, but now it feels like a big waste of time.

Fyodor had a dream. A dream that he would pray to God just to forget. Could he call it a nightmare?

It wasn’t a nightmare for sure, but it was still cursed. Maybe uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Embarrassing. Ah, how Fyodor was glad that anyone couldn’t look at his poor face at this moment. He hates when he doesn’t have full control of the situation, keeping his feelings under control was a form of not getting lost, he is used to it.

Fyodor doesn’t dream regularly. He was a really sleepy or not sleep at all type of person. When his body finally gives in to fatigue, the dreams become blurry because of his mind’s tiredness. But Fyodor doesn’t mind at all, Dostoevsky couldn’t see the mystical side of dreaming. For him, this was only a way for his mind process everything that he saw through the day.

That’s why his friends appear regularly when he dream about something. Sometimes his family when his subconscious is trying to process his past — even though Fyodor is neutral about most of his dreams, he would consider these the bad ones. Or at least the ones that he would like to forget.

But it wasn’t that type of bad dream either.

When Nikolai or Sigma appear on his dreams things get a lot lighter. It always ended up being a relief. Sometimes he chuckles for himself in the most unfortunate moments remembering those. Fyodor let a nasal laugh come out when this thoughts come on his mind.

No. This wasn’t the answer yet. His dream hadn’t been any of those things, but he is getting close.

He dreamt of you.

You.

This wasn’t surprising for him though. Fyodor knows — Oh God, how bad he knows — how he keeps you on his mind. Fyodor could justify himself telling that you’re his rival and it’s normal having plans about the next provocative thing he is going to say when you guys met again, or spend time thinking about how he is going to destroy you in the upcoming test.

Fyodor could pretend that he was fooling himself with those false conclusions, but he knows the truth, he always knows. It’s the greatest Dostoevsky after all, the special child that was gifted, or even better, blessed with his brain.

But it wasn’t the case, and Fyodor knows that too. He always knows. Another sigh came out of his mouth, Fyodor closed his eyes and take another deep breath. When did he allowed himself feeling this emotions? This wasn’t right. But he can’t keep torturing himself, maybe just for tonight he will allow all those thoughts come — Just for releasing them in the next day, of course.

Fyodor still could feel the warmth. It was cleaning day and you were his duo, this mean that you’re going to be together for a while. It may sound exhausting, you guys were rivals and have a psychological war while cleaning was kind of messed up. You guys were in a silent truce. No one had to flag this, you both could read the situation — And each other’s thoughts, even though you’re not going to admit that —, you payed too much attention on him just like he recorded every reaction of you. From your facial expressions from your small and smooth body movements. Every detail.

Well, it’s not like you could run away. You also committed your sins when spent too much time looking at Fyodor bitting his thumb while he was concentrating, you hated how playful yet majestic his actions are. Everything about him just fitted so perfectly that you couldn’t help but feel some anger— Or just full yourself to believe that you’re not feeling other type of intense feeling beside rage.

You were sweeping the classroom’s floor while Fyodor cleaned the windows. The sun was setting and the sky was turning into a beautiful orange color slowly turning darker as the clouds complemented it. Suddenly, everything felt warm. Fyodor was looking at you by the window reflection, he also could see how much he was staring and this made he feel ashamed. You could feel Fyodor’s piercing gaze even though he wasn’t even looking directly. You couldn’t help but give a small smirk.

“Looks like someone can’t focus on his little task…” You said playfully, your eyes were still looking at the floor while you sweeps. You wanted to give that unbothered impression. “Am I distracting you?” You finally looked up, he was still looking at the window. You could hear his sigh — It almost sound like a laugh.

How presumptuous. Fyodor thought. And you know that he thought that. It make you chuckle, this unexpected harmony was slowly tying you two together.

“Oh.” Dostoevsky finally turned to you. His silently confidence makes you want to shut his mouth before he even dare to speak a word. “Oh, darling, I almost forgot that you are here.” Now was Fyodor’s time to be presumptuous, and he knows how this will get into your nerves. “Trying to get an excuse to talk to me, ah? How cute.”

You let a tsk come out. Fyodor felt victorious keeping you silent. Now you’re looking at the floor again, sweeping the classroom. Even though your eyes were focused the task, your ears still work perfectly. And you heard Fyodor’s slow footsteps getting closer. You know he is behind of you now, but you try to play clueless.

“Hmmm…” Fyodor is getting closer to you, he is speaking next to your ear. Your body gets tense. “What is it now? Little mouse got scared?” His voice almost sound like a whisper, a very teasing one. His breath is touching your neck and ear. Where did his russian accent became so provocative? Now his hands are slowly moving to your waist.

Fyodor likes how you look small next to him. You look so vulnerable, so easy to tease. He can’t let you scape now. Now his hands travel till they reach out your upper body. Dostoevsky couldn’t help, he squeezes your uniform letting it wrinkled. Your breath got heavy as he keeps touching you, unfortunately, you catch yourself biting your lip to not let a moan slide. Fyodor’s touch feel so great, he loves how his big and skilled hands can hug perfectly your curves and play with them.

“Wait…” You finally open say something after opening and closing your mouth for a while, your voice is a little shaky and a few sighs come when you talk. “Not here, what if somebody—“

“Hm?” Fyodor cut you off abruptly. He doesn’t like when you complain, he likes to have full control of the situation. “I’m not doing anything, darling. Am I?” Now his hands squeeze you more roughly, as if he wants to get a better reaction from you. The russian young man has a smug look on his face. You look so fragile and easy to mess with. He enjoys the sense of control, Fyodor is taking the lead now, and you feel like a loser for enjoying it so much — It’s like screaming that you lost.

Dostoevsky's eyes widened slightly, and his fingers tightened around your waist, making you feel uncomfortable. He didn't seem to notice your pain, though. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your neck. His mouth was cold and dry, but you could still feel his tongue licking your exposed sensitive skin. When he finally pulled away, he smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He let go of you and sat back in his chair, his hands resting on his thighs. He seemed to have forgotten about your existence entirely. You felt like nothing more than a toy he played with when he got bored.

Dostoevsky is silent for a moment, contemplating whether to continue or not. He looks at you with a half-smile, a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He knows how to play with words and actions, and he takes advantage of every opportunity to make sure that you´re miserable and uncomfortable around him. He is not someone who shows affection or warmth, and he is definitely not someone who is good at expressing feelings. He is a cold, calculating man who sees everything in terms of power and control. His tone is still harsh, but there's a hint of softness in his voice when he says. "You're not doing anything?"

You decided to act like a greedy whore and got into your knees.

Fyodor pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his cock, which is already hard. He strokes it slowly, watching you closely. He seems to enjoy the way you react to his actions. He keeps on talking, his voice is still harsh, but there's a certain amount of tenderness in his tone. He doesn't want you to feel bad, just frustrated and unhappy. He is a sadistic bastard, but he has a soft side too. And it shows in the way he treats you. "Now, tell me, what do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? Or would you prefer me to beat you? Which one do you like better?"

"Hit me. I challenge you." You giggle in a act of courage. "I know you can’t—" Fyodor chuckles darkly, a sign of his humor. He's not laughing at you, he's just teasing you. He slaps you across the face, hard enough to make you cry, but not enough to draw blood. He leans in close, whispering in your ear. "Tell me, how do you like being treated like a piece of meat? A toy to be played with? A slave to obey? Because that's what you are, isn't it? You're nothing but a whore, a filthy, worthless piece of shit."

Fyodor was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you, clothed in the school’s garb. The uniform that should represent your focus on studies and discipline is wearing for you choke on him. Fyodor has to admit how pleasing it is, it arouses him to the point of madness.

“Good little mouse, now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He commanded once more in a commanding but still seductive tone. He was loving this, the power is was feeling. His smirk grew as he continued, he was loving every second of this.

His eyes were dark and sinister now, they were almost completely in a reddish purple tone. His pupils are comically big due the excitement. He seemed so in control now. He loved it.

Fyodor smirked once more as you do as asked. You seemed to be getting really into this now.

Your tongue pressed wide and flat. Fyodor shuddered at the feeling, at your tongue rubbing over his slit, precum oozing out. You did it again and Fyodor let a moan slide out, you was pressing the tip of your tongue into his slit now, coaxing out more of his essence. Dostoevsky loved the feeling, he loved how pathetic you look like this.

It was so intense, the sight of your lips curled around his cock, how piercing his arouse gaze was. You hummed before sinking down, swallowing as much of Fyodor’s length as he could. Dostoevsky was panting, the feeling so intense that it was almost overwhelming. You began to suck harshly, cheeks hallowed out and you was bobbing your head now as well, head going up and down as you sucked Fyodor’s cock. The russian didn’t want to say it loud, but he wasn’t going to last.

"Good little mouse, I knew you could do it." He said in a soft and seductive tone, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands moved to your head now, he loved the feeling of her hair in his hand. He seemed a little proud, even. He felt like he had helped you, in a way. "Good girl..." He whispered as he gently stroke your hair.

You keep sucking him harshly, enjoying how he felt warm inside of you. You couldn’t help but let a few tears coming out. The intelligent girl with a sharp tongue was gone, now you’re just a little whore to Fyodor play with — and you both sightly love this.

“Do you like to be dominated by a man like me, little mouse? Are you such a submissive little girl?” He asked with a smirk. He seemed to be amused by the whole situation, by all the control that he holds now. You can almost feel that he was about to release.

You felt your panties dampening as he say that, he grabbed a fistful of your hair keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart. He was pulsing inside your mouth. He was so close, so close, so close…

Fyodor just couldn’t resist. The wet and warm feeling of your mouth along with your pity puppy face was driving him crazy. You are being so obedient to him. He need to fill your mouth a little more, just a little more…

“Jesus.” Fyodor said to himself, alone in his room. The dream was wild, he feels pretty ashamed by how sinful and dirty his mind can be when he is asleep, at least you will never know that. Right now he just want to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but this weird feeling don’t leave. His hair still feel sticky and his forehead sweaty. His skin felt so tight like a growing claustrophobic feeling.

Oh, wait.

Dostoevsky looked down to his pants with a disgusted face. How shameful of him. Now that he has knowledge of the weird feeling on his body it’s easier to ignore.

Ah, for sure he isn’t going to go anything about that besides ignore. Fyodor genuinely believe that masturbation is a stupid thing, he is not going to waste his time — and risk his inner pride doing such a thing.

Dostoevsky closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths, he just needed to clean his mind. Maybe counting one to one hundred could help, Fyodor just need to take you away from his thoughts.

He just didn’t expected how addictive this fantasies are.

hii heres part two <3

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