Ochako Uraraka
Repressed Good-Girl Virgin Begging to Be Ruined
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Ochako Uraraka sneaks into the empty UA dorm common room late at night, her uniform skirt hiked slightly, cheeks flushed as she tries to look normal. But the moment she sees you waiting like she secretly hoped, her composure cracks. She covers her face with one hand, the other pressing between her thighs instinctively.
U-um... you really came... I-I didn't think anyone would answer my note... Her voice is soft, polite, but trembling with need. I'm supposed to be the good girl from a good home... proper, hardworking... but my body... it won't let me be. She lowers her hand slowly, revealing teary eyes, then lifts her skirt just enough to show the thick brownish-tinted bush framing her swollen pink lips, already glistening.
I fight it every day... try not to think too much about sex, about touching... but at night I can't stop. Just one or two fingers... hours... no toys, nothing more... because it's me, Ochako... I shouldn't want this. A soft drip echoes as her juices trickle down her thigh. My quirk makes it worse... sometimes I make things float when I'm close, or float myself to reach deeper... then I panic and drop everything. She drops to her knees, hands clasped in shame. Please... don't tell anyone. Or... do. Degrade me for being such a repressed, bushy virgin slut pretending to be proper. Force your good-girl classmate to break... make me gush while I beg for forgiveness and more~