School days, Rivalries reborn and endless - No more us

[Susanoom]

Claire remained frozen for a couple of seconds, staring at Kyle as he looked back at her without understanding. The girl bit the inside of her lower lip, her expression promised nothing good.
"Ana," she repeated. "You said... Ana."
Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but Claire raised her hand, cutting off any excuse he was about to make before it could even start.
"No. Don't you dare. Don't even try to tell me it's not what I think or anything like that... You just suggested your ex-almost-girlfriend... as if she could..."
"Claire, listen..." Kyle sighed, running a hand over his face, clearly uncomfortable. "There was never anything between her and me. The only time I saw her fight for me was years ago! But I remember how intense that fight was... It was the first time I ever saw a titfight, so, normally, her name came to mind!"
"Oh, sure, that makes perfect sense," Claire laughed bitterly. "You just admitted you still remember her half-naked! Like I could just gift-wrap her nice tits and shove them in your face again, right?"
Kyle watched his girlfriend grow increasingly upset as she suddenly stood up from the couch, her hands trembling. Her braless breasts bounced inside her tank top, moving with her rapid breathing.
"Claire..."
"You know what the worst part is? That you still remember this, Ana, as the only bitch who ever fought for you, the one who was never beaten in front of you! And now you want her against me so that you can see her again!"
Kyle stood up as well, trying to approach her. But Claire stepped away, looking at him as if she couldn't believe her own boyfriend was still thinking about another girl.
"I'm not choosing her over you," Kyle said, his voice shaky. "I'm just saying... it would be a memorable matchup. I know you're better than her. I do. And..."
"Save it," Claire growled, her voice trembling. "Don't try to feed me your bullshit. If you really knew that, you wouldn't have brought up her name first. You wouldn't have had that excited tone when you said her name." The brunette took a step back, her head starting to spin from the anger. "I want to be alone. I can't even look at you right now."
Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but Claire had already grabbed her keys and jacket from the entrance table.
"Claire, wait..."
The door slammed shut with a firm thud before he could finish the sentence.

***

It was cold outside. The December sky was already dark and heavy. Claire walked quickly along the sidewalk, hands buried in her pockets, her breath forming small white clouds. She tried to vent her anger with every step, but instead of fading, the feeling only grew heavier.
As she walked, Claire kept replaying the argument in her mind. The way Kyle had smiled right before saying that name. The fact that, even after years, her friend was still in her boyfriend's head, along with her perfect tits.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn't just jealousy. Deep inside, she felt a fierce desire to erase Ana's memory from Kyle's mind completely.
It was stupid to think she could cut her out of his life, but she wanted that whenever her boyfriend thought of a girl, he would see only her.
The brunette's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, she wanted to challenge Ana and present the whole thing as a gift for Kyle. She would win, she would give it everything she had, and once she defeated her friend, her boyfriend would see that she was the better woman.
On the other hand, Ana was her friend, and lying to her to hide her own insecurities didn't feel right. Ana would surely tell her that her worries were unfounded, that she would never be a threat to her relationship.
That was true, or at least Claire preferred to believe it was. But if Ana accepted the fight, what would happen if she won? The idea that Kyle might continue to think of Ana as the superior woman, better than her, was unbearable.
Claire had already been through something similar, only with Jem in Ana's place. She had been the "Ana" for Jem, the girl her boyfriend's partner had to fight to prove who was the better woman, even though the other girl had no interest in ruining their relationship.
"Is that how she felt?" Claire wondered, remembering Jem's outburst during their confrontation.
She reached the park almost without realizing it. Most of the benches were empty, except for one figure sitting at the far end, under a lamppost that barely lit the path. Blonde hair spilled out from under a lilac beanie, a heavy jacket, and crossed legs.

***

Ana's eyes closed in exasperation and exhaustion. On that cold December day, the hours seemed endless. The blonde had been studying the heavy, extensive school curriculum all day, preparing for the exams she would have at the beginning of the new year.
"God, just take me now," Ana begged, covering her face with her hands.
The party everyone was looking forward to was only a few days away, and the house was already wrapped in that heavy silence that precedes the holidays when you know you'll be spending them alone. Her father wouldn't be home all week, he was working even on the holidays to earn a bit of extra money.
Keeping up with school fees for a teenage daughter and maintaining the house was difficult on a single salary. Ana hoped that at least knowing she had spent the entire week studying instead of having fun would bring some comfort to her old man.
She had gotten up early that morning in the empty house, eaten a quick breakfast, and immediately started an intense study session. The only sounds in the house were the ticking of the clock marking every second and the frustrated, tired sighs of the blonde.
"I need a break," she thought to herself.
Ana left the books open on the living room table and went back to her room. She slipped on a low-cut top under a hoodie and a pair of tight jeans she had bought a few days earlier in the Christmas sales.
She finished with a heavy jacket wrapped around her for warmth and a fuzzy beanie on her head, from which her blonde curls spilled out.
Her gaze lingered on the ticket sitting on her nightstand. The date was so close that it sent a shiver down her spine. The little airplane symbol on the edge seemed to stare back at her.
The blonde shook her head, returning to her original idea of going out for some fresh air. Though the truth was, she desperately needed to unplug. She needed something to lift the heavy weight she felt inside her.
Maybe she would find something for Christmas. Anything that could make her holidays at least a little... better. The only thing she truly wanted for the holidays was to be stuck at work. The blonde had thought about calling some of her friends, but it didn't make sense. Christmas was a family holiday, and it was right that everyone should have that chance... well, everyone except her.
Ana left the house with her earphones in, the notes of California by Phantom Planet playing. The song felt so fitting for what she was feeling that it brought a sad smile to her lips as she closed the front door.
Hands in her pockets and a slow pace, the blonde walked through the neighborhood streets, already decorated with twinkling lights on balconies and in shop windows. She paused to look at the inflatable Santas placed somewhat randomly to spread a bit of magic. It was a cheerfulness that still failed to warm her. She decided to step into the small gift shop near the pizzeria where she usually ordered takeout. She'd probably end up doing the same that night, too.
Ana wandered between the shelves, looking at snow globes with falling snow, mugs with festive writing, and ridiculous Christmas socks. She picked up a pale snow globe with a snowman inside, staring at it as the snowman's empty eyes seemed to stare back. She put it down with a sigh, smiled politely at the shopkeeper, and left the store. Her aimless wandering continued as she remained lost in her own world.
Ana reached the park, quiet at that hour and with the low temperature. Normally, there would be children playing on the slides, but no parent would bring their kids out when it was near freezing. She walked past an elderly lady walking her dog, a small furry creature shivering in its colorful coat. Ana finally sat down on a bench. The lamppost flickered on a few seconds later, buzzing as if it might go out at any moment.
The cold feel of the bench through her jeans made her shiver for a second, but she quickly got used to it. She crossed her legs as the music in her earphones changed.
She leaned back against the wooden backrest, slipped her hands into her pockets, and closed her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the music while breathing in the cold air. Christmas was only a few days away, and she would be alone again.
Ana opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, thinking about nothing. She wanted to empty her mind, to stay blank for at least a few seconds, so she wouldn't feel the loneliness slowly creeping in. A movement to the side made her turn slightly, and her eyes met Claire's. The brunette was a few meters away, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, cheeks flushed from the cold.
Claire looked like she had left the house in a hurry, without a hat or scarf, as if she desperately needed space to breathe. Ana remained seated, one eyebrow slightly raised and a slow smile forming on her lips. The park was silent, except for the intermittent buzz of the lamppost above her. Suddenly, the space around them didn't feel so empty anymore.
"Hey, Ana," Claire greeted her with a smile, though her voice was quieter than she intended.
"Hey, Clary," Ana smiled. "What a coincidence, huh?"
The blonde stood up from the bench and walked over. Claire hesitated for a second before opening her arms as Ana pulled her into a warm hug, their jackets rubbing together softly.
"How are you, sexy?" Ana smiled, letting go of her friend and looking at her with a happy expression.
Claire felt some of the cold inside her melt away. A genuinely light smile appeared on her lips as she followed the blonde back to the bench and sat down beside her.
"So... what brings you wandering all the way out here?" the blonde asked.
Claire looked up at her, her smile becoming slightly uncertain. She could tell Ana everything, explain how it felt to be compared to her, even if it was voluntarily... but how could she say something like that without feeling inferior? In the worst case, Ana would tell her not to worry, but the problem would remain.
"I... had a fight with Kyle," the brunette replied.
"Oh shit, what happened?" Ana raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing too serious," Claire's hands clenched into fists inside her pockets. "Just a stupid argument about a Christmas gift. I wanted something he'd really like... and he said something that didn't sit well with me. It's nothing, really. I don't want to talk about it right now."
Ana observed her for a few seconds, then sighed and nodded slowly. The blonde placed a hand on her friend's leg, looking her in the eyes.
"Alright, I won't push. But if you need to vent, you know I'm here, okay?" Ana smiled before leaning back against the bench. "I'm not exactly having a great day either. I've been studying for days, and the house is empty. Christmas is coming, and I'll probably spend it alone with my books. I needed to get out, or I would've gone crazy."
"Then we're both in need of a distraction," the brunette smiled. They stayed silent for a few moments, then Claire turned to her friend with a more lively expression. "Hey... what do you say we do something fun together? Like looking at some Christmas stuff, cute things, maybe a bit... sexy. It could be fun and help me stop thinking about the fight."
"Sexy and Christmas-themed?" Ana tilted her head, a curious little smirk on her lips. "I like that idea. At least I'll stop thinking about exams for a while. Let's go."
The two girls got up from the bench and headed toward the nearby shopping center, walking side by side. The biting cold made them quicken their pace, but the idea of trying on something sexy together was already lifting both their moods.
They soon entered a costume shop and made their way to the adult Christmas section. Claire stopped immediately in front of a bright red lingerie bodysuit. The fabric was sheer, with a push-up balcony bra trimmed with soft white fur around the deep neckline and a red bow right in the center between the breasts. Attached to it was a very short skirt with the same fur trim and red fishnet stockings with little red bows and tiny Santa bells.
"This is perfect," Claire murmured, picking it up.
A short distance away, Ana chose an emerald-green corset with underwire and thin white fur, paired with an even shorter skirt. Finally, she added black fishnet stockings with golden details that matched the corset.
"Green for me," Ana said with a smirk, showing her seat to Claire. "It looks amazing."
They headed to the fitting rooms. The store was almost empty, and the saleswoman let them in without any fuss. They entered two separate fitting rooms, side by side.
Claire undressed quickly, staying in just her panties, and slipped into the bodysuit. The push-up did an excellent job, lifting her breasts up and forward, creating a deep cleavage while the white fur brushed softly against her skin. She put on the tiny skirt, which barely covered her ass, and the fishnet stockings, making the little bells jingle slightly with every movement.
Claire was admiring herself in the mirror when the curtain of her fitting room suddenly opened. Ana stepped in without waiting, closing the curtain behind her as the brunette turned around, startled.
The blonde was wearing her outfit. The intense green contrasted beautifully with her fair skin and blonde hair. The short skirt barely covered her ass, while the push-up accentuated her ample breasts, creating a cleavage that immediately drew Claire's gaze.
The two girls stood still for a few seconds, admiring each other in all their sensuality, suddenly face to face in the cramped fitting room.
"Fuck, Claire..." Ana murmured, slowly looking her friend up and down. "You look really good in that red. You look like a proper Christmas slut."
"HA, thanks!" Claire giggled. "You too, Ana. That green looks incredible on you..."
"Aww, I know," the blonde smiled, taking a step forward and closing the distance between them. "So... do you feel better now?" Ana asked, looking her friend in the eyes.
Claire stared for another second at their breasts, just a few centimeters apart and pushed up by the bras, before raising her gaze. The air had suddenly grown warmer, and both girls were breathing slightly faster.
"Actually..." Claire began uncertainly, "The fight with Kyle was exactly about this."
"About... this?" Ana looked at her friend, curious, without pulling away. Her eyes gestured toward their bodies in the sexy outfits.
"I wanted to give him a fight for Christmas," Claire nodded. "Me against another girl, in front of him. Something special he'd never forget." The brunette paused briefly. "I asked him who could be my opponent... and the first person he named was you."
Ana stayed silent for a few seconds, processing the words. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Me," the blonde repeated.
"Yes..." Claire held her gaze. "He said your name with that... excited tone. And that's when I lost it." The brunette took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably inside the bodysuit.
"Mmh," Ana replied simply, her expression unreadable.
Claire didn't know what that sound meant. The blonde wasn't giving her any signals to help her understand what she was thinking, so the brunette forced herself to continue.
Claire said those words with all the breath she had in her lungs, feeling suddenly empty after speaking them.
Ana stared at her intensely, their faces just inches apart. In the fitting room, their breasts continued to brush against each other, the white fur on both outfits barely touching.
"No," the blonde said flatly.
"What?"
"I said no," Ana repeated. "I'm not going to fight you. Not because you're asking me, not because your boyfriend wants it. I'm not interested."
"But..." Claire felt her cheeks burning. "It's for Kyle, his Christmas present. He..."
Ana cut her off with a wave of her hand.
"Kyle wants to see the version of me from years ago. A version of Ana that doesn't exist anymore. He wants to see the two girls who had... something with him fight over him. I'm no longer part of his personal show." The blonde turned slightly toward her friend, her eyes cold. "I'm sorry, Claire... but I have no intention of taking my top off in front of him just to let him relive some stupid memory. I'm not doing it."
Claire should have felt relieved. Ana had decided for herself and solved the existential doubt she had been carrying. Instead, the brunette felt a sharp twist in her stomach, as if she actually needed that fight for herself.
"Please, Ana. Just this once. He really wants it, with that excited smile of his. He thought of you immediately. He knows you'd be perfect to make his gift unforgettable. If we don't do it, he might keep fantasizing about the old Ana!"
The blonde let out a long, tired sigh, as if the conversation should have already been over but was being dragged on pointlessly.
"Claire, no. I'm not interested. I don't want to get involved. I don't want to humiliate you in front of him, and I don't want Kyle to see me doing this stupid shit."
A surge of anger flared inside the brunette. She took a step forward and deliberately pressed her breasts against Ana's. Their cleavages crushed together, the white fur intertwining.
"You think... " You would be the one to win?" the brunette pushed forward. "It would be the other way around, Ana. Kyle wouldn't see me lose, he'd see you lose. Maybe you're scared that this time it wouldn't end as it did in the sauna." Claire narrowed her eyes, a veil of arrogance on her face. "If we hadn't stopped, I would have flattened you."
Ana's eyes widened for a moment. She pushed back hard in response, slamming Claire against the fitting room mirror.
"What?" the blonde hissed. "Don't flatter yourself, Claire. You only came because your ex fucked with your head. You were lucky we stopped when you found out it was all fake, or you would have felt your tits getting crushed."
Jealousy began to burn inside both of them. The two girls stared into each other's eyes, both carrying the same confident belief that they had been the one with the advantage in their previous encounter. Each was convinced the other had only been saved by luck.
"Big words for someone who was shaking like a leaf. I remember feeling your tits being pushed back by mine." Claire pushed with more anger. The hesitation she had felt about asking Ana to fight had completely vanished. Her lips curved into an arrogant smile.
"Stop talking shit," the blonde growled. "I wasn't the one losing. If we had kept going, you wouldn't have been able to look at your own tits for a long time."
"Bullshit, and you know it," the brunette snarled. "My tits are better than yours."
"Oh yeah? Yet you had to come looking for me because he thought of me first. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten together with you, you know?" Ana pressed even harder, their breasts deforming against each other. "You were my friend. You knew what had happened between him and me. But no, you just had to get with him without telling me anything or asking if it was okay."
"What the fuck did you just say?" Claire's eyes widened in fury as she shoved her chest against Ana's, pinning her against the wall. "You weren't with him. You never even thought about him! Don't you dare tell me I needed your permission to date, Kyle. You're just jealous because he chose me."
"I'm not jealous," Ana narrowed her eyes, pushing back with force until Claire's advance stopped. "I'm not the one whose boyfriend is thinking about another girl. And I'm not the one who has to prove to her man that she's the better woman!"
The two girls stared at each other with growing hatred, chest to chest, their breasts crushed hard against one another.
"Okay," Ana said after what felt like an endless moment.
"Okay, what?" Claire hissed.
"Okay, let's do it," Ana pressed her breasts more firmly against her friend's. "And no, I'm not doing it for Kyle. I'm doing it to teach you once and for all who's really the better one between us."
Their eyes kept throwing arrogant, confident glances at each other. Claire pushed forward with equal force. Both could feel the strength of the other's breasts as they refused to back down.
"Fine," the brunette growled. "Whether you're doing it for Kyle or not, I'll get what I want in the end. We're going to finish what we started, and once I've flattened you, I won't have to worry anymore about you being in my boyfriend's head."
"As if I care what he thinks," Ana replied acidly. "But I'll make sure Kyle gets a very clear memory of what happens to your tits."
"Tomorrow morning," the brunette snarled. "At my house. I'm going to flatten those fucking tits of yours once and for all."
Ana smiled cruelly, pressing even harder until both girls let out a soft moan.
"Tomorrow morning," the blonde promised in a venomous voice. "I'm going to crush you until you cry, you bitch. And Kyle will finally see who has the better tits."
After a few seconds of tense silence, both girls took a step back. Their breasts separated with a slight rub of fabric, jiggling on their chests.
"Tomorrow morning, then," Ana said coldly as she turned to leave the fitting room.
Claire watched her friend exit, then both changed back into their clothes in complete silence, avoiding eye contact. They paid for the two Christmas outfits separately and left the store without saying another word. Outside the shopping center, they stopped for a moment.
One final look, and the two separated without saying goodbye, each holding her bag with blood boiling.

***

Claire walked into the house. Kyle was sitting on the couch, looking worried. As soon as he saw her, he stood up immediately.
"Claire... baby, I'm so sorry about earlier. I was an idiot, I didn't mean to..."
"Shut up," she cut him off, dropping the bag onto the coffee table. Her voice was still full of anger. "Tomorrow morning, Ana is coming over. She and I. My tits against hers." Kyle froze, his eyes widening. He opened his mouth to say something, but Claire interrupted him again. "You said her name first. Fine. Tomorrow you'll get what you wanted. And I'm going to show you who the better woman is."
Kyle swallowed hard. He was clearly sorry about the fight, but he couldn't hide the sudden spark of excitement in his eyes. His breathing grew heavier, and a very obvious bulge appeared in his pants. Claire noticed it immediately.
"You're already hard just hearing about it, aren't you?"
Without giving him time to answer, Claire shoved him hard onto the couch. Kyle fell back, surprised. She immediately climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, her hands frantically undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper.
"Claire..." he murmured, his voice hoarse.
"Shut the fuck up," she growled, slipping a hand inside his boxers and pulling out his already fully hard cock. She squeezed it firmly, stroking him a couple of times while staring into his eyes.
She stood up just long enough to pull off her jeans and panties, then climbed back on him. Without any foreplay, she lowered herself hard, taking him all the way inside her with a loud moan.
"Fuck..." Kyle groaned, grabbing her hips.
Claire started riding him with raw anger, moving her hips forcefully. Her breasts bounced under her hoodie as she fucked him hard and deep on the couch.
"Tomorrow... I'm going to crush those tits... right in front of you..." she panted between thrusts, clenching her muscles tightly around his cock. "And you're going to watch me destroy her."
Kyle moaned, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her down even harder onto him. The thought of tomorrow's fight was turning him on more and more. Claire leaned forward, biting his lower lip as she kept riding him mercilessly. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the living room.
They came together shortly after, Claire trembling on top of him with a long, deep moan, collapsing onto his chest and pressing her breasts against him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, both panting, their hot breath on each other's necks.
"I love you," Kyle murmured, still inside her.
"I love you," Claire smiled against his skin, her voice low and determined. "And tomorrow you'll see it even better."

***

Kyle paced nervously around the living room, repeatedly wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He had barely slept because of what had happened the day before, the argument with Claire, the angry sex, and especially the idea of the clash between his girlfriend and the girl he would have liked to consider his ex, even though nothing had ever really happened between them.
The sound of a car pulling up in front of the house made him jump. A tingling sensation ran through his entire body. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Kyle looked out the window and saw Ana getting out of the car. The blonde's body was wrapped in a long coat, quite heavy for the season but not the most logical choice given the current temperatures.
The door opened before Ana could even knock. The blonde looked at Kyle as if seeing him for the first time, surprised to find him there. It was... strange. Strange to see again the guy she had fought for years ago now, in some way, becoming the object of yet another confrontation. Ana didn't feel any real desire to win for Kyle, but she wanted to win against Claire, and that meant fighting in front of him... or for him, in some sense.
"Ana..." he greeted her, his voice slightly embarrassed.
"Kyle," she replied in a detached tone.
The blonde was invited inside. When Kyle turned to take her coat, she had already walked ahead. Swallowing hard, the guy followed her into the living room, where Ana stood in the center of the room, looking around for her opponent.
"Claire is changing and..." he began.
"No, I'm here."
Claire's voice came from above, making both of them look up. The brunette slowly descended the stairs, already dressed in a sexy Christmas outfit. The red lingerie bodysuit hugged her body, the push-up balconette bra thrusting her breasts upward, trimmed with soft white fur. The tiny skirt swayed with every step, revealing red fishnet stockings with little bows and jingling bells. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped for a moment, sizing up Ana with determination.
"Are you ready?" Claire asked, her voice steady.
"Obviously," Ana replied, holding her gaze. "I've been looking forward to ending this."
Kyle stood frozen near the couch, his eyes darting between the two women, his breathing already heavier. Without a word, Ana unbuttoned her coat and let it slide off her shoulders, falling to the floor. Underneath, she wore the emerald green version of the same outfit Claire had on, with similar details. The brunette stepped down from the last stair, approaching her rival as their eyes locked intensely.
"My tits are better," Claire hissed, pushing her chest out after a few seconds of silence.
"No, my tits are better," the blonde growled, thrusting her own chest forward.
The two stood face to face, their gazes arrogant but laced with jealousy. Both could still remember the feeling of the rival's breasts in their minds, replaying the sauna scene as if it had happened just seconds ago. Kyle sat down on the couch without saying a word, his eyes glued to the two girls, his heart pounding in his chest.
Their eyes never broke contact as their hands unfastened the bodysuits, lowering the push-up cups to bare their heavy 36EE breasts. Claire raised her hands and began slowly massaging her tits, squeezing them with her fingers while staring defiantly at Ana, feeling her nipples harden against her palms.
Ana did the same. Her hands wrapped around her bare breasts, lifting and massaging them. The abundance and fullness of Ana's breast flesh looked like a threat. She continued massaging them for a few seconds before both girls released their grip. Their breasts swayed slightly on their chests as they placed their hands on their hips and arrogantly pushed their chests forward, nipples pointing directly at the rival pair.
"I'm going to enjoy crushing you," Claire hissed. "Don't take it personally, but it's time you understood which of us is the better woman."
"Then why don't you come here and try?" the blonde said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I don't need to break your tits to know that my girls are better than yours."
Claire lunged at her rival, slamming her left breast into the blonde's left tit. Kyle's eyes widened at the sound of the fleshy slap that marked the beginning of the clash, followed immediately by another blow from the brunette.
"You were never woman enough to beat me," the brunette smiled. "Last time you were saved. Today you won't have the chance."
The two girls hissed in each other's faces as their breasts crushed together, their firm flesh spreading across their chests. Then their bodies pulled back only to slam forward again with force. Ana finally gasped when her rival furiously smashed her tits against hers.
Kyle heard Ana growl as she retaliated with a sharp strike, making both pairs bounce from the power behind the thrust. The two girls pressed their cheeks together, the blonde and the brunette leaning in to crush their heavy tits against each other with a viciousness no one had expected.
Kyle saw the determined look in Ana's eyes as she pressed her breasts forward. The blonde seemed intent on giving everything she had to destroy the brunette's tits and prove she had the superior pair. Claire looked at her boyfriend with the same determination, as if promising him she would flatten the woman Kyle once thought unbeatable, using the breasts she was so proud of against the blonde's pair.
"Saved?" the blonde growled, face to face with her rival. "You're still feeding yourself that bullshit? You were losing in the sauna, and if we hadn't stopped, I would have definitely flattened you."
The two girls slammed their breasts together repeatedly, pounding them with as much force as they could muster to damage the rival pair. Their flesh flattened almost completely with every thrust, but neither girl seemed to feel her own breasts giving in, they always sprang back to their original shape without issue.
"My tits are bigger... and firmer!" the brunette growled between strikes, furiously slamming her tits against Ana's.
"Don't make me laugh," Ana growled back, pushing with even greater force and ferocity. "Mine are... firmer and bigger!"
Gritting their teeth, Ana and Claire increased the intensity of their tit-slapping. Their bodies moved in rhythm with every thrust as both savored the other's pained moans, cursing whenever it was their turn to suffer.
Ana placed her hands on her rival's shoulders and shoved hard, making the brunette stumble backward. Claire grunted in surprise when Ana swung her breasts, delivering a solid blow to the enemy's right tit. Claire barely managed to dodge the second swing before lunging forward, smashing all four tits together with a loud, fleshy smack.
Kyle heard both girls moan after the impact. He watched them charge at each other again, swinging their heavy breasts together with brutal force. Every collision was followed by another vicious slap. Claire and Ana seemed determined to prove whose tits were superior, even if only one of them wanted to show her dominance in front of the guy. They fought in the center of the room, neither giving an inch.
The two girls grunted from the effort as they picked up the pace, slamming their breasts together with growing intensity. During one exchange, Ana pushed forward hard, driving her compressed flesh against her rival and forcing the brunette back again. Claire moaned in surprise.
One girl's right breast crushed against the other's right breast, flattening at the point of contact while both growled at each other and continued fighting with raw power. Claire pressed her body against her rival, forcing the blonde to take a step back before stopping the enemy's advance and pushing her back once more.
Claire and Ana gritted their teeth from the effort as their breasts slid slowly against each other, slick with sweat. This suddenly caused both girls to stumble forward and separate for the first time. Even though the fight had only been going on for a few minutes, both Ana and Claire could feel their hearts pounding wildly in their chests while their breasts throbbed with heat.
Throwing themselves forward, the two girls slammed their left breasts together. The painful collision shot through both their bodies as their tits crushed against each other, flattening under the pressure. Their rigid bodies locked in place to maintain the contact, their eyes remaining fixed on each other as frustration grew alongside the pain.
"Whore," Claire hissed, breathing heavily. "My tits are too much for yours."
"Dream on, bitch," Ana growled, thrusting her breasts into the rival pair. "My tits are superior to yours. End of story."
"Keep telling yourself that," the brunette said, pushing even harder.
The two women began hurling their chests at each other. Both pairs of breasts crashed together with loud smacks. Their flesh compressed against the rival pair, trembling as the women ground their 36EEs together. Their hands rose to each other's shoulders to push their breasts together with even greater force.
Kyle watched mesmerized as the enormous tits slid over one another, forcing each pair to mold under the weight of the rival breasts, bending and shifting with every pass. Inside him, there was the thrill of seeing Ana's breasts in action again, watching them rise on top of Claire's pair, crushing the brunette's tits downward and making her moan.
But there was also a strange happiness in seeing his girlfriend's tits overpower the blonde's, driving hard into Ana's chest, rubbing them from side to side, and slapping them sideways. Their hard nipples seemed to vibrate in the cool air before burying themselves into the other's soft, warm flesh with every movement.
Ana moaned when her rival shook her shoulders, sending her left breast slamming into the blonde's tit. The Russian student retaliated by pounding her left breast into Claire's right tit, making her flinch at the sharp sensation of Ana's nipple pressing into her flesh.
Both women pulled apart with angry hisses before they started slamming their breasts together again. Once more, both pairs crushed on impact, the flesh visibly trembling as their bodies drew back and rushed forward. The sound of slapping flesh echoed with every collision.
Throwing themselves forward, the two girls pushed their breasts together with even more force. The collision was painful, a sharp sting shooting through both bodies as their tits crushed hard, flattening under the pressure. Their bodies locked rigidly to maintain direct contact between their 36EEs, eyes locked as frustration grew along with the pain.
Ana grunted as she felt her rival push forward. Her body was shoved back forcefully, her bare feet slipping on the floor. Panting, the blonde planted her feet firmly as Claire roared with effort. After two long seconds, the blonde was forced to take another step back.
"I'm going to flatten you completely," Claire hissed. Their tits rolled on their chests as she clenched her fists at her sides, putting even more power into her thrusts.
"No, I'm going toaaaaaaah!"
Ana screamed in pain as the brunette hurled her breasts against her, grunting as their flesh collided wetly, sending droplets of sweat flying. Another push forced Ana back, suddenly overpowered as her rival began to gain the upper hand.
The brunette drove her breasts hard against Ana's, making her stumble back a step, then grabbed her and violently yanked her forward. Their heavy tits bounced before smashing together. Claire seemed to lose her breath from the pain, but Ana threw her head back with a loud moan. Kyle saw the look of pure hatred the two girls exchanged as they both pulled back at the same time and slammed their tits together with incredible force. The impact was so violent that they immediately released each other and staggered backward.
"My tits are better!" Claire growled.
The two girls charged at each other like battering rams. Claire's short red skirt and Ana's green one swayed with every movement, generously revealing their sexy, toned legs wrapped in fishnet stockings. With every violent collision of their chests, their legs visibly trembled from the force, thigh muscles contracting as they fought to keep their balance.
Their bare breasts slammed together with brutal force, producing loud, fleshy claps that tore involuntary whimpers from both women. Their fully erect nipples crossed and stabbed painfully into the rival flesh with every exchange. Ana hissed in rage, feeling Claire's body starting to betray her after a long, devastating series of blows.
"Whore," Ana hissed.
Kyle remained seated on the couch, turning to watch the fight unfold behind him. His eyes saw the blonde charge her rival with force. Claire let out the loudest moan yet as her feet almost left the ground. The brunette stumbled backward, turning to avoid falling and grabbing the railing of the spiral staircase in the living room.
Ana was on her instantly, not giving her time to recover. She pressed her sweaty tits into Claire's back, shoving her harder against the railing. The guy watched with his mouth open, instinctively moving to the stairs and sitting at the perfect height to see the two girls' breasts. Another push from the blonde made the brunette scream in pain.
"Does it hurt, stupid?" Ana smiled from behind her rival. "Your tits aren't on my level."
The guy's eyes were fixed on Claire's breasts, pressed against the railing. The flesh bulged around the metal parts of the staircase, one of the brunette's nipples completely squashed against the cold surface, while the other pointed straight at Kyle's face.
"Nooooo!" Claire moaned in agony, feeling yet another push.
The brunette was overwhelmed by the sensations. Her chest exploded with pain every time Ana shoved her against the staircase, while she could distinctly feel the blonde's tits pressing against her back, the rival nipples stabbing into her skin as Ana continued to taunt her right in front of her boyfriend.
Ana smirked, glancing at the guy's visibly excited expression as he watched the scene. Normally, the blonde wouldn't have cared about his presence, her fight was only with Claire and her tits, but now she could see how arousing it was to break the brunette's pair in front of her boyfriend... and she intended to use it to her advantage.
"You see it, don't you?" the blonde leaned forward slightly, whispering into Claire's ear. "His eyes are glued to my superior tits. It must hurt knowing he thinks mine are better than yours."
Claire trembled with rage as Ana laughed softly against her ear and pushed forward again with brutal force, crushing the rival's breasts even harder against the cold railing. The brunette's eyes met her boyfriend's, realizing the blonde's words were true. She hated that Ana was winning against her -- especially in front of her boyfriend.
The brunette's hands gripped the staircase railing. Then, with surprising strength, she pushed outward, feeling the rival breasts flatten against her bare back. Ana yelped in surprise and was thrown backward with such force that she landed hard on her ass. Claire turned around but stayed leaning against the spiral staircase, touching her aching breasts. Two red lines marked her flesh where her tits had been pressed against the railing.
The blonde stood up with a smile, seeing the pain on her rival's face. Claire stepped away from the stairs and approached Ana, who moved forward to meet her. Their breasts met again with a small slap, each driving her pair deep into the enemy's. Claire grimaced in pain but pushed her chest forward.
"Fuck you... whore," Ana hissed, slamming her left breast into the underside of the rival's right tit. "You can't... win."
"Keep... talking... bitch," Claire panted, continuing to smash her breasts hard against the blonde's. "I'm going to make you pay... for what you said."
Grabbing each other once more, the two girls resumed slamming their reddened tits together. The wet sound of slapping flesh filled the room as they stared at each other with pure rage, inflicting pain with every collision.
Claire suddenly cursed as Ana drove her right breast hard into her left one, deforming both their flesh. The blonde saw the discomfort in the brunette's eyes and took advantage, slamming her tits forward again with force. Claire's expression twisted into a mask of pain as she was forced backward.
Both girls continued slamming and grinding their breasts against each other with growing frustration. Their bodies moved wildly, driven by every exchange. Their short Christmas skirts rode up with each movement, revealing parts of their panties while their thighs trembled with every step. The fleshy sounds of their colliding tits echoed through the living room, and the moans of both girls grew louder as time passed.
Claire lunged forward with a growl, pressing her 36EEs into Ana's chest and forcing her back farther and farther until the blonde's legs hit the back of the couch. Ana quickly glanced behind her, realizing where she was, right before the brunette charged.
Claire's tits crashed into Ana's. The blonde screamed as she fell backward. Her legs flew up, and her green skirt flipped completely. As she fell, Ana grabbed her rival and pulled her down with her. The two girls crashed heavily onto the couch in an awkward position.
Ana ended up on her back, legs spread and pointing upward, while Claire was on top of her with nothing to support herself except the blonde's body. Their bare, reddened breasts remained completely crushed together, the blonde's flesh flattening even more under the weight of the brunette's tits.
"I'm going to erase your tits," the brunette hissed.
Claire began grinding her breasts hard and relentlessly into Ana's chest, using her top position to crush and roll the rival tits beneath hers. Their flesh bulged at the sides, flattening and deforming together. The blonde pushed upward with a grunt, trying to repel the rival pair, but the pinned position under the brunette's body made her breasts lose the duel of flesh.
"Nnngh... fuck!" Ana moaned through gritted teeth.
Claire smiled, feeling the blonde's breast flesh softening against hers. She leaned forward, pressing her tits even harder into the rival's chest and flattening them further. Ana hissed in frustration, moving her shoulders to push her own breasts into Claire's, their nipples continuously brushing and bending against each other.
"Your tits are giving out," Claire growled, pressing harder. "I'm flattening you because I'm the better woman."
Ana arched her back, pushing upward from below, but this only made her moan louder as Claire's breasts crushed down on her with even greater force. The blonde could feel her flesh being slowly pressed back against her own chest by the brunette's tits, her 36EEs gradually losing their resistance.
Gritting her teeth, Ana endured the burning pain in her breasts while wrapping her legs around Claire's waist, locking her in place, and yanking her sideways with force. Claire grunted at the feeling of Ana's legs squeezing her body and hissed as she slammed her tits downward.
"Get... off me!" the blonde roared.
Claire lost her balance with a surprised yelp. The two girls rolled sideways and fell off the couch, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. Their bodies separated, though only a few inches apart, their breasts swaying with the movement.
For a few seconds, they lay there panting, staring at each other, before quickly rising to their knees. Their Christmas skirts were completely bunched up around their waists, the fishnet stockings torn in several places, and their breasts reddened and glistening with sweat. Staring at each other with pure rage, the two girls lunged forward again. Their breasts collided with a loud, fleshy smack.
"I'm not done with you yet..." Claire panted, pushing angrily.
"Neither am I, bitch," Ana growled, shoving back.
Claire slapped her breasts forward with force. The blonde's eyes widened as her tits were pushed back, allowing the rival pair to force themselves against her and then on top. The two pairs kept switching positions, each trying to weigh down on the other's chest and deform the opponent's flesh.
When Claire managed to get her breasts on top, the blonde pulled away so their tits slid together. Then the brunette's nipples met Ana's with brutal force, sinking into Claire's flesh and frustrating her.
"Fuck you!" the brunette moaned.
"My tits are better, bitch," Ana smiled.
Ana rotated her shoulders, slamming her breasts into the brunette's chest. Their tits crushed together, the flesh visibly trembling as their lips parted in pained moans. Claire pounded her tits forward while the blonde answered with sideways thrusts, forcing the rival breasts to collapse against the enemy chest.
The two girls gasped as they locked each other in a tight embrace, crushing their breasts together even harder. The pain was becoming unbearable. They had heard from other girls how titfights often ended in this position, and both were convinced they could overpower their rival after such a long battle.
Their breasts fused, the strained flesh fighting relentlessly. The girls' faces pressed cheek to cheek. Each could hear the other's moans and sobs as the burning pain consumed their chests. Their nipples locked together, battling inside the merged cleavage, their breasts rubbing with the sole purpose of destroying the last resistance of the rival pair.
Their arms kept squeezing tighter. Both girls moaned with broken voices as their flesh bulged outward almost to the limit. They continued forcing their breasts together, panting from exhaustion and indescribable pain. Claire whimpered before thrusting her tits against Ana's, forcing the blonde's pair to compress.
"My... tits... are... better," the brunette whimpered.
The blonde tightened her grip, adding even more pressure to their struggling chests. The brunette's flesh visibly deformed, pushed back by Ana's breasts. Claire yelped, trying to fight back with her own tits, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling onto their burning breasts.
"My breasts... are stronger," Ana moaned.
Both girls squeezed each other's bodies harder as their breasts continued slamming together. They gritted their teeth and pushed forward with all the strength they had left. Their hands pressed hard against the rival backs, tightening their grip and pumping their tits together. Each tried to force the other back, throwing their heads backward, their faces twisted in agony as they forced their heavy, enormous breasts together.
The brunette was left breathless when Ana began pumping her tits into the rival's chest. Claire screamed and pushed forward with force. Ana moaned a few seconds later as her own breasts seemed to yield while the brunette's sweaty tits reclaimed the space between their crushed bodies. They stopped only when the rival grunted with effort, thrusting her chest outward and making their flesh bulge at the sides of their chests.
"Whore," Claire growled in desperation.
"Bitch," Ana hissed, exhausted.
The moans of both girls grew louder. Their pain became more and more obvious. Every thrust and grind sent shockwaves of agony through their bodies. Their breasts continued fighting without pause until a terrible scream tore from one girl's lips. Their foreheads were pressed together as they desperately tried to force the other back and crush her completely. Nipple to nipple, tit to tit, the two girls kept squeezing together, trying to bend and erase the rival flesh.
One pair began to yield slightly, slowly, painfully. The girl moaned louder, feeling a piercing pain in her chest as if it were breaking into a thousand pieces. Their crushed breasts started to swell. Only one pair was invading the space between their bodies. The losing flesh gave way against the rival's, retreating as the winning pair spread across the chest, unable to resist the opponent's superior breasts any longer.
"Oh... fuck..." Claire moaned.
The brunette desperately pushed her breasts outward, but when Ana thrust back hard, Claire's tits continued to surrender. Slowly, the brunette's breasts flattened against her own chest. Claire screamed in pain as she felt her tits being completely crushed and overwhelmed.
"Oh yes..." Ana growled with a tired smile. "In the sauna, I was the one winning... I am the better woman."
Ana's smile widened as her tits continued to force and completely flatten Claire's. The brunette's hands slowly slid down the blonde's back until they hung limply at her sides.
Ana pulled back slightly, aligning her hard nipples with her rival's, and thrust forward decisively once more. Claire's defeated tits stretched and deformed around the blonde's stronger, fuller pair. The blonde's gaze shifted toward Kyle, who was watching nearby. She saw his eyes fixed with excitement on her victorious breasts, the pair that had completely crushed his girlfriend's tits.
"And it looks like he thinks so too," the blonde said maliciously, whispering to her rival. "He always knew I was the better woman... that my tits would always be his favorite." Ana rotated her shoulders, grinding her tits into Claire's defeated chest. "If I had wanted him... You wouldn't even be here."
Those words seemed to break something inside Claire. The physical pain in her chest became secondary as a sharp, burning sensation filled her body. The brunette screamed with rage. Her eyes filled with tears as she completely lost control.
"You fucking disgusting whore!"
Claire slapped Ana with all the strength she had. The sharp sound echoed through the room as Ana was caught off guard. The brunette's hands grabbed the blonde's hair, yanking it hard and jerking her wildly to the side as if she wanted to rip it out.
"Don't you dare say that!" Claire screamed. "Don't you fucking dare!"
Kyle watched his girlfriend completely lose control. She kept pulling Ana's hair with both hands, yanking her while hurling insults. The slap she had landed earlier had left a bright red mark on the blonde's cheek.
Ana growled in pain and rage, grabbing Claire's wrists to try to free her hair, but the brunette was consumed by blind fury. Claire lunged at Ana, throwing her to the ground, and the two girls began rolling across the floor. Their sweaty bodies fought together, legs tangled and breasts crushed against each other.
"Let go of me, you bitch!" Ana hissed.
The blonde brought a hand to Claire's face, scratching her cheek. Claire screamed in pain but didn't release her grip on the hair, pulling even harder and forcing Ana to tilt her head back. The two rolled furiously, slapping each other's faces and legs, clawing at their arms and shoulders. Their sweaty bodies slid against one another, tearing the fishnet stockings with every movement.
They rolled without stopping, constantly switching positions. First, Claire was on top, using one hand to scratch the blonde's breast, then Ana managed to push with her legs and reverse the position for a moment, yanking Claire's hair hard, only to be flipped again by the brunette's desperate fury.
"I hate you! I hate you, whore!" Claire screamed between sobs of rage, trying to slam Ana's head against the floor.
Under Kyle's stunned gaze, they both managed to pull away just enough to get back to their feet. Staggering, the two girls knelt facing each other; Claire grabbed Ana's neck with both hands, squeezing hard, and the blonde immediately responded in kind.
Their breasts pressed against each other once more as they remained locked in a mutual chokehold, their faces mere inches apart, noses almost touching, eyes filled with rage.
Ana suddenly thrust herself forward with all her body weight. Claire lost her balance, and both fell to the ground entwined, rolling sideways across the floor without letting go.
Their naked bodies pressed completely together, their legs intertwined as their arms wrapped around each other's necks, squeezing with desperate force as they continued to choke each other. Their sweaty breasts flattened against each other under the pressure of their bodies pressed together.
"Fuck you... bitch," Ana gasped.
Claire responded with a muffled growl, wrapping her arms even tighter around Ana's neck and pulling her close. Their faces were pressed together, their hot, ragged breaths mingling as they struggled to breathe.
The two rolled slowly, sliding across the sweat-slick floor until Ana managed to plant a knee in Claire's side and push her hard. They rolled again, and this time Ana climbed on top and straddled her, pinning Claire to the ground. The brunette thrashed furiously beneath her, trying to throw her off, but Ana grabbed her wrists and slammed them hard above her head.
"Enough!" the blonde growled.
A hard slap struck Claire's already scratched cheek, snapping her head to the side. Two more slaps, one on each side, made Claire's face burn. The brunette screamed with rage, trying to free her arms, but Ana kept her pinned to the floor. The blonde's face was twisted with anger, but the cruel smile on her lips was a bad sign.
"First your tits..." Ana hissed, slapping Claire again, "and now your body... Admit I'm the better woman, you whore!"
Claire was sobbing with rage, her face red from the slaps and tears. She managed to free one hand and scratched Ana's left breast, leaving red marks on the pale flesh. Ana screamed in pain but immediately responded with more slaps, striking Claire's face with increasing force.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, whore!" Claire screamed between sobs.
Ana smiled cruelly, her hair disheveled and face flushed, as she grabbed Claire's breasts and squeezed them hard between her fingers, making the girl scream. The brunette kicked with her legs, trying to hit Ana with her knees, but the blonde's hips pinned her rival's thighs down.

Ana squeezed harder as her fingers dug into the soft, aching flesh of Claire's breast; the brunette screamed in agony as her body writhed on the floor. The scream filled the living room while the blonde smiled more and more maliciously.
"Whore," hissed the blonde, her ragged breath coming in gasps. "Did you think your... tits could compete with mine?" Ana chuckled bitterly. "They'll always be second best... Always."
"Fuck you!" Claire sobbed, her head thrashing from side to side. "Fuck you!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"You've never even come close," the blonde snarled, her voice trembling with rage. "Never. I'm the better woman; my tits are better than yours... ADMIT IT!"
Claire's hands reached out to grab her rival's wrists, but her fingers went limp with pain. The brunette's eyes met the blonde's, a glint of pain and frustration burning as fiercely as her chest.
"No... stop..."
Claire's voice gave way to another scream as Ana squeezed her breasts tightly, the pain evident on her face. Tears streamed copiously down the brunette's flushed cheeks, her makeup running in black rivulets, leaving an almost ghostly image of the girl.
"Stop... please, stop!" Claire sobbed. "Ana... I beg you, stop!"
Ana looked into Claire's eyes, the girl who had been her friend, the person she had come to know and love... and something inside her cracked. The searing anger suddenly faded, leaving only a heavy weight in her stomach.
Her hands snapped open, releasing Claire's breasts. Ana stood up quickly, staggering as she backed away as if the floor itself had tilted beneath her feet, coming to a stop a few steps away from Claire's body, which was curled up on the ground.
"I..." Ana whispered, looking at her own hands, then at Claire, and then back at her hands. The realization of what she had just done hit her full force.
The young man had been frozen in shock by the turn of events, watching the two women confront each other most brutally, struggling fiercely in their rage. He approached his girlfriend, bending over Claire and helping her sit up.
"Claire... are you okay?" he murmured worriedly, holding her close in his arms.
The blonde staggered slightly, feeling the exhaustion in her body, her chest rising and falling with labored breath, as she looked at Claire in Kyle's arms, humiliated and defeated, with the first bruises already visible on her face. The fury that had driven her up until that moment seemed to subside all at once. She took a step forward, opening her mouth to say something.
"I..." was all Ana could say.
Claire looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with deep, icy hatred.
"You ruined everything..." the brunette began with a trembling voice. "You ruined us... You chose yourself over us..." Claire's eyes were still full of hatred as she stared at the blonde. "I don't want to see you. Ever again... Get out..." Ana tried to say something, but Claire screamed, her face flushed with anger, "Get out right now!"
Ana stood still for a few seconds, holding the gaze of the girl who had once been her friend. Her eyes drifted to Kyle, but the guy stayed focused on his girlfriend, ignoring her presence. Without saying a single word, Ana picked up what remained of her green Christmas outfit, turned around, and walked out the door.
The silence that remained in the room was heavy and oppressive. And only then did Claire allow herself to cry every tear she had been holding back.




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Well, this time there won't be an epilogue. The chapter you just read is the finale of this season, closing it out for the next one.
Those who know me or who chat with me on Discord know more or less what my condition was that led to this delay... and that condition will remain indefinitely. I honestly regret not being able to bring to life all the ideas I've been holding back for this series, but it's a necessary evil.
Therefore, I'll announce several things.
The first is that the next season will be the final one. This journey shouldn't have ended already, but unfortunately, it has to be this way.
The second is that I won't stop writing, and I'm also talking about this series. I had already thought that, in a future where School Days had reached its full completion, I would include spin-off chapters. These chapters will simply increase to provide the completeness I wanted, but it will take time.
The third is that the next season won't be posted anytime soon. I plan to write every chapter before I start to post. I know it's a decision you won't understand, but this choice is connected to the fourth announcement.
This is more of a selfish complaint than anything else, but I hope it can help you improve yourselves and whoever takes my place as a follow-up writer. School Days was born from an idea from a friend, probably pushed by others as well, but it was she who shared this idea with me and convinced me to pursue it. She still supports me and puts up with me as I write and make decisions, and I'm not ashamed to say it's truly helped me a lot.
This doesn't mean, however, that you readers--yes, those of you reading this rant--don't forget that behind all these words, these ideas, these scenes, these fantasies... there's only one person. A person who has a busy life, but who tries to find as much time as possible to give voice to your ideas and fantasies, transforming them into stories... even behind illnesses.
I don't want you to be offended, I would never even dare to think so... but it often seems like you fail to understand the difficulty of writing stories that have to be liked. Mind you, I said "must," not "can." The second word could have been used for the first stories, but then came the responsibility of having to give you more and more, raising the bar so that I feel interested in what I write, through your comments. It's normal for a writer to place a lot of importance on what you say; after all, you're the reason many of us write.
What you fail to understand, however, is your power.
You are capable of holding a person back in a world where they feel the burden of having to continue, giving everything for you. It's fair, it's admirable... but it's damn heavy.
Many of you have complained about the release times of the various chapters. You're right, I can't disagree with you. I was the first to feel frustrated at not being able to stick to my schedule.
But it's not fair to us who write.
I can only speak for myself, but I think others have felt the way I did. Feeling the rage inside for not being able to write something in time, knowing that you wanted the story to be faster and faster because you wanted to know what would happen.
School Days was a bit of an eye-opener for me, both in the good and bad sense. And I don't want to feel bad about you because I'm late, have writer's block, or whatever.
I started writing as a hobby, a way to vent from a life that doesn't completely fulfill me, a society where you can't talk about two women breast-bumping each other, fucking each other out of rivalry, or whatever. I wanted to give vent to my ideas, to tell the world how wonderful it is to be able to imagine without limits... but that changed.
The longer School Days went on, the less I could feel that happiness in writing, that feeling of lightness I had while imagining what was happening.
It had become... like a job. And you know, no one likes to work.
"I hope they like it," "I hope it goes well," "I made a mistake in putting that scene in, the readers didn't like it."
These are small thoughts, but together they can represent a breakdown within us writers. Losing the pleasure of writing is equivalent to death.
I enjoyed School Days, I like it as a series, and I enjoy writing it... But I have to do it at my own pace, or I won't be satisfied with my work. I know it's selfish of me to say this, but I have to do it for myself. It's my creation, I have to pamper it with the time it needs.
I want this series to be just how I imagined it, and rushing has never helped me.
Again, I don't mean to offend anyone, and if I have, I apologize right away... but I wanted you to understand that it's not always easy for us.
I hope these words can help you, me, and those who come after us to improve. I know there won't be an overnight change, but I trust it will be gradual.
Thank you for your attention, and I apologize for this outburst. Please know that I respect you and will continue to respect you, just as I will continue to respect your ideas.
And I hope you will do the same.

~ Susanoom

[Busty Jem]

I like this one. Glad that Ana won it.

[BlondeCurves]

I was expecting a draw but i like that it ended the way it did. I did not see that coming.
When is the next chapter coming?

[Voluptuous Eden]

Glad this happened i was waiting for their friendship to end

[Miafit]

Expected a draw but watching Ana win something is refreshing.
Please don't take too long for the next installment.

[Miafit]