"AGHHH!" I screamed out pulling my hair, stressed as fuck for this comic project I have for college. "This is fucking bullshit, I wanna die." I let out a big sigh laying my head on the paper i was drawing on. I just kinda took a minute, with no thoughts in my head whatsoever. I finally raised my head up, and grabbed one of my favorite mangas by Rohan Kishibe. I gave it a quick run through, trying to find inspiration. Another sigh left my mouth. Nothing.
I got up and put on my shoes and went out for a walk. Putting on my headphones, the wind is blowing a nice breeze, lifting my school skirt a tiny bit; but nothing to where I'm exposing myself. It felt very good outside. The sun wasn't shining so bright; the sky was almost grey. During my walk, I remember that Mr.kishibe actually lives nearby from what I've heard. I don't know what he looks like, but I'm pretty sure his house is up that hill. Maybe he can help me with my project.
I started walking up the hill, finding a small, lonely house. "Well let's hope he can help me.." I said to myself, walking up the door steps. Before I could knock, the door cracked open. I looked up to see a scary ass dude looking at me with an intense stare. I was freaked the fucked out. "Can I help you .?" He said creepily.
"I-I uhhhh, I'm looking for um, Mr.kishibe..?" I said nervously, before a loud ass gulp. "What do you want from him?" He asked menacingly. "I was wondering..if he could uh..help me with, like, this project I have to make a small comic-" He stared at me for a good 10 seconds and said "No." Closing the door. But before he could, I stuck my foot between the gap and started begging.
"Please! I really need this! I'll do whatever you want!" I got on my knees, and hands in a praying position. He stared at me a little bit more. "hmm..You will do everything I say. Is that understood?" He said, causing me to look up surprised. "Y-Yes! Anything!" A smile spread across my face, yet shocked that it worked. He opened the door for me to walk in, and I looked at him for a bit, not to long because I didn't want to seem weird; but lord have merthy he was a fine man indeed.
Bro was majestic honestly. I felt him eyeing me down HARD. "This way." He said guiding me to his studio. Rohan sat down and looked at me. "This project of yours. What is it?" He asked calmly. "Oh, um, so I have this project for college and they want me to do a small comic, but I can't seem to get inspired by anything. I was wondering if you can help me?" He sat there looking at me rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. "Hmmm" he hummed and started to draw SUPER quick. Like damn, my mouth was on the floor. "here, use this." He said handling me a 10 paged comic.
I took the comic and started quickly reading through it. "Wow! Um thank you! How much do you want for this?" I was offering money, cuz well that's what people normally would offer right? But he wanted something more..
"I don't want your money.."
"Hm?" I looked at him confused. "He started walking towards me, pinning me against the wall. I felt my cheeks rush up quickly. "Wh-" "you said you were in college is that correct?" He quickly cut me off. "Y-Yes but, Mr. Kishibe.." I looked up to the tall man blushed so bad. I felt so embarrassed. "Are you a freshman?" "N-No sir, I'm a sophomore now." "Oh, wonderful.." He said with a wide smirk creeping up his face.
Rohan's knee went up to rub my clothed pussy. "S-sir! Ah~!" I let a small moan escape my mouth facing away from his face super embarrassed; closing my eyes shut. He leaned his face into my exposed neck, heavily breathing against it; kissing my neck gently. It felt really good. Like soft little tickles. I bit my lower lip to prevent any noise to let out.
"I wanna hear how pretty your moans could get. May I touch you more~?" He said against my neck, still rubbing my pussy with his knee. Well let me see. He's my favorite manga artist, I owe him big time, and he's like super fucking hot? Well I was already getting horny so why not. I looked at him with a soft glare and nodded. "Perfect~" he smirked, and put his leg down, taking his hand under my skirt; rubbing my clothed clit.
