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Dixie's three friends had gone through a lot in the past few weeks.
Ever since their 'leader' had handed her over to her 'princess', who had, in turn, put them under a strict 'training regimen', their previous lives of being unruly and living luxuriously had become a thing of the past.
Their days started early in the morning, and like soldiers, the whole day they focused on either strengthening their bodies or honing their skills.
Of course, Justine wasn't as 'strict' as a drill sergeant would be, but to the three of them, this was already a tribulation that they could barely endure.
However, it was not without its own 'pros'.
Despite all the pain, the three of them found that they had become much, much closer to each other than they had ever been before.
In fact, once they had the basics down, the whole thing became almost like an extremely exciting, albeit difficult, game.
Especially once they received their first task, which was to scare a bunch of people without getting caught.
It was like… they were the heroines of a spy movie!
Moreover, their newfound skills both in and out of combat made them feel a sense of pride that they never had before, and a newfound respect for their trainer, Justine, rose from their hearts.
However, this respect that Justine had painstakingly gained after such a long time, all evaporated in an instant when the three girls saw Justine slam into her room, a young girl in her embrace, before the door closed with a bang.
They didn't see who exactly their trainer dragged into her room, but the intent to fuck the girl viciously was obvious from how furiously they had been making out.
Not only was Justine's orientation a 'surprise', but what shocked them even more was something else entirely.
"Hey, that girl looked pretty young… probably even younger than us, you know?"
"Trainer Justine is such a criminal, I had no idea!"
"S-She won't aim for us, right?"
"Probably not?"
The three of them had the same thought cross their mind, and thought that there would be no better opportunity to 'probe' the answer. But in the end, they didn't have the courage.
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Of course, Justine had long since stopped giving a fuck if anyone saw her carrying the girl into her room.
Her mind was fully focused on giving an entirely different kind of fuck, after all.
She didn't even know how she managed to drive the two of them over in one piece, especially with Emilia making out with her throughout the ride.
Thankfully, the jungle road was completely deserted. But by the time they got to her room, both Justine and Emilia had already torn most of their clothing apart.
Justine vaguely recalled kicking the door shut, but couldn't be bothered to lock it before she threw Emilia on the bed before climbing in herself.
Their lips had barely parted for a few moments before they locked again, and the two of them moaned into each other's mouth, tongues intertwining against each other as they clashed for dominance.
Justine had no idea when the girl's hands had sneaked up her sweater, but her pinching and prodding wasn't helping her frenzied state at all. With an enraged growl, she finally managed to tear off the girl's skirt, revealing her milky white thighs and lavender panties.
Of course, Emilia more than welcomed Justine's enthusiasm, and wouldn't even mind if the girl tore off the rest of her clothes. Of course, having been 'burned' by rejection so many times, Emilia wouldn't break the girl's spell so soon. It was better to let her dive into the trap fully, until it was too late for her to regret.
Surprisingly, Justine still had some sanity left though, and a little bit of clarity returned to her previously glazed eyes as she gave her a searing stare.
Justine had always thought of herself as a mostly straight girl. Maybe not completely straight, but Justine believed she definitely preferred men more than women.
Sure, she could appreciate a beauty when she saw one, but the sexual attraction she felt was mostly for the men with overwhelming charisma, such as those pop idols and celebrities.
Unfortunately, this led to her always feeling that the men around her weren't quite good enough, and even with her high sex drive, she was left a desperate and frustrated 'virgin' even now. Whether it was her peers from college, or men from work, she never found them up to her standards, be it in looks or charisma.
Emilia, on the other hand… The girl was everything Justine had ever wanted in a partner. Overwhelming charisma, outstanding looks, a witty and mischievous personality, and as hard to believe as it had been for her at first… she cared for her.
Even if it wasn't for the huge amount of cash she threw her way, the way the girl would always come to visit her personally, using one excuse or another, had always tickled something deep within Justine's heart.
But she never dared to hope.
After all, Emilia probably had many, many boys and girls chasing after her, with most of them being younger than her, richer than her, and with excellent backgrounds.
How could she even begin to compete?
The only aspect Justine felt confident in, was sex.
She may not have any experience with a real partner, but the number of toys she had in her collection was enough to satisfy an entire female dorm if needed!
Thankfully, Emilia was a girl, and those toys would surely come in handy later. If she had been a boy, Justine doubted her toy collection would be as well appreciated.
But although her mind was in a frenzy, Justine hadn't completely lost it yet.
Just as she realized Emilia cared for her, she also began to care deeply for this charismatic, naughty little boss of hers.
She couldn't hurt the girl, no matter what.
"A-Are you sure… you wanna do it with me?"
Emilia, who was still panting a little after Justine broke their frantic kiss, almost rolled her eyes. "Hah… If shoving my tongue down your throat didn't make it clear enough, my answer is 'yes'!"
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~ To be continued ~
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Bonus chapter~
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