Colored Hentai Story 1

Chapter 1: The Gaze Hidden Behind the Lens

The university sports festival was scorching hot, the field buzzing with noise.

Sato Yuta, a classic third-year otaku shut-in, usually holed up in his dorm playing games, watching anime, and jerking off to doujins. His only reason to go outside was “photography.” He’d joined the photography club but barely attended meetings—he just liked sneaking around alone with his camera, secretly shooting “real-life beautiful girls.”

Today he was especially excited. The sports festival was full of hotties in short athletic shorts and tight tank tops. Especially the track and field club girls: team captain Kanzaki Mirei, with long bleached-blonde hair and 170 cm long legs; vice-captain Takahashi Ayaka, an hourglass bombshell with a tiny waist and huge ass; and the twintail underclassmen twins—Saotome Rena and Saotome Rina—both packing D-cups or bigger that bounced hypnotically when they ran.

Yuta hid at the edge of the bleachers, long lens trained on them.

Click, click.

He captured Mirei’s thighs flexing as she started a sprint, Ayaka’s ass crack peeking out when she bent over, the twins’ breasts jiggling mid-long-jump. His pants were already painfully hard—he was already fantasizing about using these shots later at home.

He didn’t notice that the four girls had already spotted him during a break.

“That creepy otaku… stealing shots again,” Mirei licked her lips, eyes dangerous.

“Gross, but his camera’s pro-level. The pics are super clear,” Ayaka said, scrolling through photos she’d hacked from his album after he connected to the public Wi-Fi.

“Heh, it’s all us,” Rena and Rina exchanged a grin. “Should we… punish him?”

Chapter 2: Dragged Into the Equipment Room

Mid-festival break, Yuta was about to slip away when someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned—four hot girls surrounded him. Sweat had plastered their athletic clothes to their bodies; nipple shapes and breast outlines were crystal clear.

“Having fun shooting, underclassman?” Mirei shoved her phone in his face—full of his creepshots.

Yuta went pale. “S-sorry! I’ll delete them! Right now!”

“Delete? Too late.” Ayaka grabbed his wrist with shocking strength—track girls weren’t decorative.

The twins flanked him, pinning his arms, while Mirei led the way. They dragged him straight into the equipment storage room beside the field.

Door slammed, locked.

The room was stacked with mats, hurdles, javelins—stuffy air thick with sweat and rubber.

Yuta was shoved onto a gymnastics mat. The four girls loomed over him.

“You like sneaking shots, huh?” Mirei crouched, yanking down his zipper. “Then let us give you the experience of being the one ‘shot.’”

Yuta’s underwear was already soaked with pre-cum, the fabric translucent. His otaku cock wasn’t long, but surprisingly thick—head swollen purple.

“Wow, rock hard already?” Rena laughed, pulling out her phone to record.

“Please… delete them…” Yuta struggled, but Ayaka sat on his chest, her heavy ass cutting off his air.

“Shut up.” Mirei seized his cock and started jerking. “From today on, you’re our toy.”

Chapter 3: Four-Girl Reverse Gang-Rape

Mirei went first.

She stripped off her shorts—no panties underneath. Her shaved pussy already glistening, she lowered herself straight onto Yuta’s cock.

“Ahh… so thick… short but it fills me so well…”

She started riding hard, sweat dripping from her chest into her cleavage and onto Yuta’s face. He tried to resist, but the twins held his hands down. He could only watch his own cock sliding in and out of Mirei, coated in white froth.

“Getting it all on video, Rena?” Mirei panted.

“Crystal clear! Even caught the pre-cum leaking from his slit!” Rena zoomed in on the penetration.

Yuta wanted to die of shame, but pleasure overwhelmed him—he came fast, shooting his first load deep inside Mirei.

“Filthy… creampied me…” Mirei didn’t stop, clenching tighter instead. “Stay hard. No going soft!”

Ayaka was next.

She loved doggy—flipped Yuta over, forced him on all fours, and slammed her ass back against him. Wet slapping echoed through the room.

“Otaku cock’s surprisingly useful… hitting my cervix…”

She filmed herself, lens on Yuta’s crying face. “Say it—you’re our cum dump!”

Tears streaming, Yuta sobbed, “I… I’m your cum dump…”

The twins played even dirtier.

Rena sat on his face, forcing him to lick her dripping pussy; Rina sucked his balls into her mouth. When they swapped, they deliberately let juices and saliva drip into his mouth.

“Drink up. Otaku’s special beverage.”

Yuta was forced to swallow their mixed fluids while his cock was milked dry again and again.

Chapter 4: Extreme Play and Total Surrender

The girls got wilder.

They used jump ropes to tie his wrists and ankles, hoisting him onto the pull-up bar so his cock pointed down.

Then they took turns “hanging” from his dick with their mouths—whoever deep-throated longest won. Yuta’s hips ached from the strain, yet the oral stimulation made him cum repeatedly, semen raining onto the floor.

“What a waste…” Mirei scooped cum off the ground and smeared it on his asshole. “Next round—your back door.”

Yuta panicked. “No… I’m an anal virgin…”

“Virgin is better.” Ayaka grabbed massage oil from the equipment supplies and lubed him up.

The twins held him steady while Mirei fingered him open, then Ayaka strapped on… a 20 cm black monster dildo pulled from her bag.

“This is our club’s ‘secret toy.’ We use it on each other—now it’s your turn to get deflowered.”

The huge thing pushed in slowly. Yuta screamed, but the moment it hit his prostate he came—hands-free, semen spraying everywhere.

“Look—the otaku cums from getting fucked ♪”

They took turns pegging him, forcing him to lick the juices left by the previous girl.

Next was even more extreme—

They laid him on the mat and rode him simultaneously: Mirei on his cock, Ayaka on his face, the twins making him finger them with both hands while their breasts smothered his arms.

The air reeked of sweat, pussy juice, and cum. Yuta lost count of his orgasms—his last was dry, balls twitching with nothing left to shoot.

Chapter 5: Eternal Sex Slave

By the end of the sports festival, Yuta couldn’t stand.

The girls helped him out, pretending he’d had heatstroke.

But from that day forward, his life changed completely.

They didn’t delete the photos—instead, they backed them up to the cloud as blackmail.

Every day after classes, he had to report to the track club storage room for “training.”

Sometimes one girl drained him alone, sometimes all four, occasionally even inviting other club hotties to “share the toy.”

His camera no longer held creepshots—only videos of himself being reverse gang-raped.

He thought about reporting it, but every time he watched himself moaning “Please fuck me harder” on video, he got hard and voluntarily crawled back to the equipment room to beg.

“Otaku boy, now you know how it feels to be creeped on, right?” Mirei laughed, grinding on his face.

Yuta mumbled into her pussy, “I know… please keep filming me… I’ll be your meat toy forever…”

The otaku who once hid behind the lens

had completely become the track team hotties’ exclusive sex slave—

and there was no escape.