College Cruelty
by test715

“Ah…” Hana panted as she dropped a box of clothes into her new dorm. “That’s the last of it!” With the hard work done, Hana took a moment to admire her new dorm. The suite was even nicer than expected. There were two single bedrooms, a private bathroom, a common room, and a mini-kitchen. Downright luxurious as far as college dorms went, especially for only two students.

“That’s great sweetie!” Helping her with her move in was Hana’s mother, who was currently bringing some empty moving boxes to the recycling room down the hall. “Oh!” She exclaimed excitedly. “It looks like your roommate just arrived!”

“Oh, great!” Hana was eager to meet them. She found it kind of strange that she hadn’t been able to get in contact with them beforehand when everyone else had been able to, but she just figured the roommate process for suites was different than for regular dorms. "...Wait, how do you know they're my roommate?"

“Oh, just... Motherly instinct is all!" She chuckled. "Close your eyes, I want to see your reaction!”

Hana smiled and rolled her eyes. Her mother’s excitement was sweet, but slightly overbearing. Why would she be so surprised to meet a total stranger? “Alright mom, my eyes are closed…” She then heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hall before stopping at the suite entrance.

“Alright… Here she is!”

“Hey babe!” Came an all too familiar voice.

Hana’s blood ran cold. No…! She opened her eyes and sure enough, Mariko was standing at the door with an innocent smile on her face. Her mother was smiling with her hands on her tormentor’s shoulders, as if this was meant to be some wonderful surprise. “...Mariko?! What are you-?! Why-?! How-?!” Hana leaned on the wall to steady herself. Her mother mistook Hana’s primal fear for merely being flustered.

“Surprise!” Her mother gleefully shouted. “Mariko is going to be your new roommate!”

“No… No… No…” Hana muttered as she tried to wakeup from this nightmare. “This isn’t happening…”

“I’m sure it does seem too good to be true, but yes, it really is! Mariko got in touch with me and explained everything!

"...Everything?" Hana whimpered.

"Mm-hm! That you two had been dating awhile, how you were heartbroken you wouldn't be able to see each other anymore, and how she wanted to surprise you by showing up as your roommate! It wasn’t easy convincing the school administration to go along with the surprise, but Mariko managed to do it!”

There was a lot to take in from what her mother just said, but one detail stood out in particular. ”Wait… Dating?!”

“Oh come now!” Her mother chided. “Did you take your father and I for fools? All the late nights spent “studying” at her house… How you’d always come back home freshly showered and exhausted… The fact that you’d always start stammering whenever you heard her name…” She chuckled teasingly. “We’re not blind, you know! I just wish you had told us sooner, she’s absolutely delightful! I would have loved to have her over for dinner!”

“That sounds like a great idea!" Mariko chimed in. "Maybe Hana could bring me to your house for Thanksgiving?” She turned to Hana. "What do you think, babe?"

"I'm not your-"

”We’d love to have you!" Her mother interrupted. "I have a special recipe for gravy that’s to die for! You'd love it!”

“Oh I’m sure. Just make sure you make enough! I can eat more than you’d think.” Mariko gave Hana a mischievous smile only she could see. “Isn't that right, babe?”

Hana fought the urge to gag. Oh God… Not only do they think we’re a couple, they already want her over for the holidays too! They’ll probably be calling her their daughter-in-law within a year! Hana had always worried about Mariko meeting her family, but for completely different reasons than this.

As Mariko and her mother chatted away, Hana started to see stars. The dichotomy between what her family believed her relationship with Mariko was and the reality was way too much for her to handle. “I’m not… But…” She became more and more lightheaded until her knees buckled and she collapsed on the spot, hitting the floor with a thud.

Mariko was quickly by her side, lifting her with surprising ease. "Looks like she doesn't handle surprises well! Let's get her to bed so she can rest..." The last thing Hana heard before fully losing consciousness was Mariko leaning in and whispering in her ear. "Did you miss me?"

———

Hana awoke with a gasp. There was no sunlight coming in through the window, so she must’ve been out awhile. She found herself in her dorm’s bed, a bit bruised but otherwise fine. And she wasn’t alone. Sitting on the edge of her bed like some (admittedly sexy) sleep paralysis demon was the she-devil herself. When Mariko noticed Hana had awoken, she put down her phone, smirked, and casually said “Hey “babe”. Sleep well?”

Hana began to frantically look around the room as she realized this wasn’t some terrible nightmare. Mariko really was her roommate. “Where’s my mom?!”

“She helped me finish moving in, then left. She said to let you know that she loves you, and to enjoy your first year. She also asked me to take good care of you.” Mariko put a hand on Hana’s leg and smirked. “It’s just us now.”

Upon hearing that she was alone with Mariko, Hana immediately checked her wrists to ensure they weren’t handcuffed. To her relief, her hands were free. “Come now…” Mariko tutted. “We’re well past the point of me needing to restrain you. Unless you want me to, because if that's the case-”

"No!" Hana jolted back against the headboard and pulled her legs towards her chest. She wanted as much space between her and Mariko as possible. “What are you doing here?!”

“Getting a degree, bettering myself, trying out independence… You know…” She casually shrugged her shoulders. “Normal college things, really. Same as you.”

“Cut the shit! What are you here? As in, in my dorm?!”

“In our dorm actually.” Mariko corrected. “I got admitted here fair and square! If you want to be pedantic, it’s more mine than yours, considering I’m the one paying for it.”

“The hell it is! I’m paying for half of it through the-“

“Ace Student Scholarship?” Mariko chuckled at the look of surprise on Hana’s face. “And here I thought the name would be too obvious!” Hana’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. “That’s right!” Mariko smiled proudly. “I’m your anonymous benefactor, making you the sole recipient of my A.S.S.”

Hana’s eyes twitched, not appreciating the wordplay. “But… Why?! Why go through all of this?!”

“If I’m going to be living with you, there’s no way in hell I’m staying in some shitty cramped dorm. I needed you to get the nicest place possible without arousing your suspicions… Hence the scholarship.” Mariko smirked. “I really should thank you. If you hadn’t done all those commissions with me, I’m not sure if I could’ve afforded this! And you’d have to suffer through a Mariko-less semester.”

Hana let out a miserable groan. Fuck… I knew the scholarship seemed too good to be true… Serves me right for trying to be an optimist… “But why me?! You had dozens of other victims to choose from, why choose me?!”

It had taken Mariko quite a while to plan all this, so she was more than happy to finally share all the work she did with someone. And who would appreciate all the effort she went through more than Hana? ”A few reasons. Trying to spread my time between all of my pets had started to feel like a chore, so I asked myself: Why dominate a hundred people once when I could dominate one person one hundred times?”

“But you already have dominated me a hundred times! At least!”

Mariko rolled her eyes. “It’s a figure of speech dumbass. Anyways, after I made the decision to focus my efforts on a single person, it then became a matter of choosing who that “lucky” someone would be. And you were the ideal candidate. I knew where you were going to college… You’re obedient, but not a complete pushover either… You can handle almost anything I throw at you without passing out…” She smiled. “Plus you’re pretty cute when you’re disgusted.”

“Well fucking lucky me, I guess! How did you find out where I was going to college? And that shit about telling my parents we’re dating?! What the fuck was that about?!”

“Right, that… Those two things are actually connected. You certainly weren’t going to tell me where you’d be going to college, so I had to ask them myself. Your parents already seemed convinced we were seeing each other when I met them, so I figured I might as well play along with it.” She smiled slyly. “And after speaking to them, it got me thinking… We kind of are dating, aren’t we?”

“What?!” Hana’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull. “Fuck no, we aren’t!”

“Ah yes. Those romantic dinners and all the sex we had must have been strictly platonic. How foolish of me.”

“Finger-banging me while you fart in my face as part of some twisted psychological conditioning is not sex! And watching you eat food that I’ll have to breathe when it comes out your ass later is not nearly as romantic as you think it is! Normal couples do things both people like! Like hiking, going to the movies… That sort of thing! They don’t force the other to inhale their farts under the threat of gassing their best friend instead!”

”Hey, I never said anything about our relationship being normal. And to be fair, I haven’t threatened to visit Lily since our first get-together. I couldn’t even if I wanted to now, considering she moved halfway across the country to get away from me.” Mariko scooted closer to Hana, who recoiled at her advance. ”Your parents, the admissions office, and myself all consider us to be a couple. Hell, even you can’t stop yourself from getting turned on by me. The sooner you get over your denial and accept it, the better.”

“My denial?! Are you fucking me with, or are you so goddamn delusional that you actually- UGH!” Hana couldn’t believe she was even having this argument, and decided to end it for the sake of her own sanity. “Forget it! Think what you want, I’m not arguing over semantics with you!” She sighed deeply. “So… What happens now? What’s stopping me from getting a restraining order or something?”

“Nothing.” Hana raised her eyebrows suspiciously, waiting for the catch. “I’m serious. You say the word and I’ll drop out. Of course…” She continued. “There’s no way you’d be able to afford this place without my monthly payments and it’s too late for you find another dorm. You’d also have to explain to your parents why you dropped out of your dream school and broke “poor Mariko’s heart”.” She pursed her lips together and made exaggerated sad eyes, before chuckling to herself.

“So either that happens… Or I stay here, with you, as your “roommate”, if that’s what you want to call us. And all that entails.” It was obvious what it “entailed” would be Hana breathing in an ungodly amount of farts.

Hana sighed deeply and slumped her shoulders. “…That doesn’t really sound like much of a choice.”

“You’re right.” She smirked and ran a hand through her hair. “How could you possibly say no? We both know how irresistible you find me.” Hana ignored this comment as she closed her eyes and debated what to do.

You aren’t seriously considering saying yes, are you?! This has gone on long enough! If you don’t get rid of her now, then when?!

But how am I supposed to explain dropping out to my parents after I was so ecstatic a week ago! They’ll think I’ve gone crazy! And if I ended up telling them the truth, that would only make me seem crazier! I worked hard to get accepted here, I can’t just throw it all out because of her!

So what, you’ll spend four years of your life inhaling her farts? And what about after that, you think she’ll just let you go? You’ll spend the rest of your life smelling this psycho’s gas!

Whose to say she just won't follow me somewhere else! Mariko has honored her previous deals with me… Maybe if I get her to agree to some conditions, things won’t be so bad?

You can’t still be this naïve! Remember when she SHIT. ON. YOUR. FACE?! Multiple times?! Accident or not, that’s horrific! And you think living with her “won’t be so bad”?!

Eugh… Hana cringed at the unpleasant memories. That… wasn’t great… But maybe she’d treat her girlfriend better than her pet?

Or worse. But sure, date the serial fart torturer. That sounds like a great idea.

I… I don’t want to! It’s just… Pragmatic is all!

Pfft! It’s obvious you’re only doing this because she’s hot. Maybe Mariko was right and you do want this… Either that or this is some serious Stockholm syndrome.

Fine, I won’t date her! Not that I expect she’ll listen of course, but still…

…But you’ll still let her be your roommate?

I really need the money… And keeping her with me at least means she won’t be torturing other people. Saying yes is the selfless thing to do!

How benevolent of you. A true martyr.

…Shut up. Was the best retort she could come up with.

Hana opened her eyes as she made up her mind. Mariko was looking at her expectantly. “…Well?”

“If you’re going to stay… We have to come up with some ground rules first.”

Mariko smiled victoriously. The fact that Hana was already bargaining meant this was all but over. “Alright. What are they?”

“I get to go to class and spend my days like a normal student. Not be trapped here with you all the time. And you don't get to follow me around and fart on me in public either!”

“Fine.” Mariko’s gaze hardened. “But other than that, you’re mine. You do whatever I say, no questions asked. And don’t even think about trying to avoid me all day, because I will hold in my gas until you get back. And we both know how much worse they smell when I hold them in.”

“Eugh…” Hana frowned, but didn’t argue. “…Okay. But no waking me up while I’m sleeping! I need decent sleep to do well in my classes.”

“Alright, fine. I won’t wake you up on weekdays. In exchange, you will keep doing commissions with me. Same split as before.” Hana opened her mouth to counter, then reconsidered. 5/7 days of non-interrupted sleep wasn’t bad, and the commission money was good. Certainly a lot better than retail. “Is that all then?”

“No. Get rid of The Chair. You can use whatever other “tools” you want… Just no Chair.”

Mariko frowned. She really liked The Chair. If she was going to give it up, she’d need something particularly enticing in return… “Fine… No more Chair… But we share a bed. Every night.”

Hana wasn’t sure whether Mariko genuinely wanted more intimacy in their bizarre relationship or if this was just a way to more easily dutch oven her. Likely both. Regardless, spending some time with her head under the covers was a small price to pay if it got rid of The Chair. Plus… Hana supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it turned out Mariko was a cuddler. Her skin was rather soft and- No! Bad brain, stop it! Hana shook her head to get rid of the intrusive thoughts. “Whose bed? Mine or yours?”

"Hm... Let's go with yours. We can use my room when we want to have some "fun". My sheets are much better at handling stains and odors.”

"Eugh, okay... But to be clear, this does not mean we’re dating. Got it?”

“It’s cute how in denial you are, but whatever.” Mariko shrugged. “Call us what you want. I know you’ll come around soon enough.” She smirked as she extended her hand. “We got a deal?”

Hana hesitated. She would have preferred not handing away her dignity, but it was better to set her own terms than let Mariko have free reign. For all her sadism, Mariko at least seemed to honor any agreements she made. Hana grabbed Mariko’s hand and sealed her fate. “Deal…”

“Excellent.” Mariko laid down next to Hana and held open the covers. “Now get your head in there. I was at the dining hall while you were out and I’m ready to burst.” Hana said nothing as she crawled under the thick covers and prepared for her new life. “Feel free to give my ass a kiss while you're down there!" Mariko teased as she pulled down her pants. "I think it missed you!”

So much for cuddling… Hana grumbled as she pressed her face against Mariko's pale, naked ass. Her eyes watered as Mariko opened fire, filling the covers with her putrid gas. Hana guessed from the heavy, rotten smell that Mariko had been eating something greasy... Probably a burger and fries. The fact that she could even tell made Hana want to cry. This wasn’t how my first night at college was supposed to go… She lamented between shallow breaths. I was supposed to be free…

———

Hana awoke the following morning to find herself alone in bed. After a particularly lengthy reunion with Mariko, she had slept like a rock through the night. She might’ve thought yesterday was just a bad dream, if her face and blanket didn’t still smell like ass. Fuck… How long did I sleep for…? Surprised I didn’t pass out under the covers… The spot next to her was empty, so she assumed Mariko had already gotten up.

As Hana gradually awakened, she came to the realization that there was something looming over her. “Huh…?” She opened her eyes, and was surprised to find Mariko’s naked ass inches above her face. While perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising in hindsight, her freshly awoken self was rather confused. “What the- Mmph!”

“Oh good. About time you got up, my legs were starting to cramp.” Mariko nonchalantly dropped onto Hana’s face and stretched out her legs. Hana might’ve worried about her nose getting broken, but she knew by now that Mariko could land with pinpoint accuracy. Today she decided to land with her asshole swallowing the tip of Hana’s nose. “Ah… That’s better.” Hana could tell by the stale, greasy sweat coating her face that Mariko hadn’t showered yet.

“Mmph…” Although Hana grunted to show her annoyance, she didn’t try to free herself.

”Oh hush. I decided to be nice and let you wake up all on your own.” A gurgling sound was heard that Hana was all too familiar with. “As generous as I’m feeling, it’d still be a shame to let my morning gas go to waste.” Mariko leaned forward and let all her pent up gas flow out of her like a deflating balloon. Besides the impressive length of the release, the smell was particularly awful after spending an entire night marinating in Mariko’s bowels. “Mm... Much better. Sniff it all up, or the next one goes down your throat.” Mariko smiled as she felt the suction of Hana's nostrils inhaling against her asshole, and then her subsequent gagging.

“You know…” Mariko talked casually as Hana retched under her. “I was thinking about what you said about us not doing enough “normal” couple things, and I think you’re right. We should go see a movie.”

“Mmph?!?” That’s what she took from what I was saying?! Why won’t she let it go?!

“Fine, we can just go as two “really good friends”, if you’re still in denial. Of course…” Mariko paused as she let out another fart. “If you’d rather spend the day at home, I’m fine with that as well. I’m rather comfortable at the moment and wouldn’t mind taking a nap.” Mariko yawned and stretched, resting her legs on top of Hana’s body. “Your choice.”

Fuck… I don’t like it, but it’s better than doing this all day… Hana groaned reluctantly, indicating her choice.

“That’s what I thought. I’ll go order the tickets. You should start getting ready, we’ll leave in a couple hours.” Mariko peeled her ass off of Hana’s face and left the room, leaving Hana disoriented in bed and wondering if she had made the right choice. Classes hadn’t even started yet and it was already setting in just how long eight semesters actually was.

———

After an extra long shower to wash the stench off her face, Hana departed with Mariko to the movie. Hana was on edge during their ride, as there were a dozen unique ways her “date” with Mariko could go wrong. She worried Mariko was going to take her to a drive-in theater and lock her in the car as she let loose, or maybe even some seedy porno theater, but thankfully that wasn’t the case. It was a nice, normal mall theater with plenty of witnesses in the lobby.

Somewhat relaxed, Hana went to claim their seats while Mariko went to get popcorn, candy, and soda. Although they had assigned seating, it didn’t really matter as the theater was completely empty. What movie are we even seeing…? I was so stressed that I didn’t even pay attention.

Mariko returned a few minutes later with her hands full. “Oh good, it’s still just the previews. I thought we were going to be late! You take a while to get ready, you know that?”

“I would have been ready faster if you hadn’t farted on me after my first shower…” Hana grumbled. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to scrub the stench off?”

Mariko’s smirk indicated that yes, she knew, and no, she didn’t care. “Forget it. Just give me my candy.” She looked over to find that Mariko hadn’t gotten anything she had requested. “Hey, what the fuck?! You said you were going to get us snacks!”

“About that…” Mariko smiled slyly. “When I was ordering tickets… I noticed this theater would be completely empty.”

Hana’s heart began to sink. “…And?”

“…And I want to sit on your face while I watch the movie.” She casually took a sip of her soda. “Is that a problem?”

“Uh, yes?! You said you wouldn’t do anything to me in public!”

”Look around. You see anyone?” It was true, the theater was completely empty. “No one’s coming in here. And even if someone does, it’ll be too dark for them to see anything. Not like your face will be visible anyways.”

“Is this your idea of a date?! Farting on my face while you watch the movie?!”

“A date?” Mariko smiled innocently. “I thought you said we weren’t a couple. Have you changed your mind?”

Unbelievable! She’s trying to strong-arm me into being her girlfriend… Hana seriously considered giving in for a moment. As easy as it’d be, this was perhaps the only thing in her life she still had any control over. She couldn’t just roll over and let Mariko get her way once again. “No…” Hana grumbled.

“Hmph.” Mariko frowned slightly. “You’d rather huff my farts than be with me? Fine. In that case…” She stood up and patted her seat. “After you.”

Hana glared up at Mariko as she laid her head on the seat… Not that Mariko even bothered to look at her as she sat down. Hana’s head sunk deep into the cushion as Mariko’s full-weight began pressing down on her. Air was limited, so Hana was forced to take loud, deep sniffs just to stay awake.

Fuck...! Why does her ass smell even worse than usual?! She would have scowled if Mariko’s ass wasn’t pushing down on her facial muscles. Bleh... At least she wore leggings instead of jeans… And thank God the seats are well cushioned too, since I’m gonna be here a while…

As Mariko chewed on her popcorn, she noticed a button on her armrest. ”Ooh, heated seats! Why don’t we just crank that up…”

Hana groaned as she felt the back of her head warm up. Fuck me… So much for AC keeping her ass cool… While most of the heat was absorbed by the back of Hana’s head, enough warmth reached Mariko’s ass for it to sweat slightly. Not post-workout bad, but still enough for Hana to feel a damp spot against her face.

Two damp spots actually. It seemed the thrill of tormenting Hana in a public theater was quite the turn on for Mariko, and Hana could feel the byproduct of her arousal against her mouth. She figured it was only a matter of time before Mariko got rid of the clothing barrier altogether.

Only a few minutes into the movie, Mariko casually leaned to the side and farted. Hana made muffled coughing sounds as the familiar, bitter stench filled her lungs. Mariko responded by teasingly shushing Hana before forcing out a dangerously wet fart onto her. As Hana whined from the stench, Mariko worried if she had pushed too hard.

“Fuck, that sounded bad…” Mariko leaned side to side to assess the damage, but thankfully for Hana nothing had come out. “Close call. Maybe I should’ve used the bathroom before the movie…” Mariko suddenly stood up, pulled down her pants and panties, and sat down on Hana’s mouth. She had become an expert at forcing it open by this point. “Well, no time like the present! Open up~!”

“Mmph?! MMPH!!!” Hana began to struggle, but Mariko remained firmly planted.

“What’s wrong?” Mariko taunted as she grabbed Hana’s wrists. “Don’t you want your own, exclusive “theater snack”?”

“NNMMPPHH!!!” Hana felt Mariko’s asshole begin to pucker, and then…

A small, high pitched puff of air hit the back of Hana’s throat. While still foul, it came as an enormous relief to Hana. “Relax, I’m kidding! I went to the bathroom before I got the snacks.” She let go of Hana’s arms. “The stalls here did only have shitty one-ply though, so if my ass is dirty you can blame management. Maybe leave a negative review or something.”

As disgusting as the flecks of toilet paper against her face were (at least she hoped it was toilet paper), Hana was just happy to not be a human toilet at the moment. With Mariko’s asshole now on her mouth, it also allowed Hana to breathe more freely through her nose. While it’d be a massive stretch to call this “good news”, Hana took whatever small mercies she could get at this point.

Apparently not satisfied with having her dirty, naked asshole on Hana’s mouth, Mariko demanded more from her seat. “Lick.” She commanded. Hana pretended not to hear her, prompting Mariko to bounce on her face before repeating more loudly: “I said… Lick.” Mariko’s scowl reversed as she felt Hana’s tongue against her hole. "Mmm... Good girl…” Hana's eyes watered as she tried to ignore the horrendous taste. She really wished she had the soda Mariko had been supposed to get her now.

Hana had quite a bit of time to think as the movie went on. It might’ve almost been zen, were it not for the 100+ pounds on her head and Mariko’s periodic farts against her tongue. But other than that, she had plenty of time to ruminate on her situation and grow bitter.

Hana could handle Mariko being domineering and cruel to her. It was terrible, of course, but she at least knew what to expect. But this constant emotional whiplash of thinking she was safe only to end up back under Mariko’s ass… It was all too much for her.

Around an hour and a half a dozen farts later, Hana grew even angrier when she heard a new noise coming from Mariko. It wasn’t the usual sounds that Hana dreaded hearing above her, but the sound of quiet snoring. While it did mean she could stop licking, Hana also considered it another disrespectful insult against her.

Unbelievable… Un-fucking-believable! Not only does she sit on my face and make me lick her ass while she gets to watch the movie, but she can’t even be bothered to stay awake during it?! A short fart slipping out of the sleeping woman only added insult to injury. That’s it. After she gets off my face, I’m giving her a piece of my mind! I can’t deal with years of this! Hana considered waking Mariko now, but figured interrupting her nap would almost certainly have consequences.

———

When the lights turned back on after the credits rolled, Mariko yawned as she slowly woke up. As she stretched her legs and prepared to stand, she suddenly remembered Hana’s presence. “Looks like I dozed off for a bit there! A dark room, warm seat, and boring movie will do that, I suppose. Turns out the theater was empty for a reason, that movie sucked ass.” She smirked. “…No offense.”

Mariko got up and offered a hand to help Hana to her feet, which Hana refused. Hana looked worse than either of them had expected, which was saying a lot. The heated seat had made her hair completely frayed, her face was coated with swampy ass sweat, and there were bits of used toilet paper sprinkled on her. Her eyes also appeared bloodshot.

“Well…" Mariko joked. "Looks like I got my nap and my movie after all!” Hana just glared at her. “So, after you wash your face, you want to get something to eat? Or maybe-“

“No!” Hana snapped. “Just… Just fucking take me home, okay?! Can you do that and not humiliate me in the process?! Is that too much to ask, you fucking psycho?!” Before Mariko could even respond, Hana was already storming off.

Mariko was surprised by Hana’s reaction. What’s her problem…? I fart on her all the time, why is she so upset now? My gas wasn’t even that bad today… She pursed her lips. Maybe it's something else bothering her?

———

After Hana had been waiting in the car for 10 minutes, Mariko finally got in the driver’s seat and joined her. Before driving off, Mariko looked at Hana and began to speak. She looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. “I'm not used to saying this kind of thing but… I’m sorry.”

“…You are?” Hana raised her eyes skeptically. The only apologies she ever received from Mariko were when she sharted on her face. And even those seemed half-hearted.

“Yes.” She nodded solemnly and reached into her pocket. “I… Should have gotten you the snacks you asked for. I didn’t know how badly you wanted them, so I went back and got you some.” She pulled out a bag of gummy worms and placed it in Hana’s lap. "Are you not angry now?"

Hana looked at the bag of candy in disbelief. She dug her nails into the seat and took heavy breaths. It took everything in her power not to wrap her hands around Mariko’s neck. “You think the reason I’m so upset… Is because you didn’t get me the snacks I wanted?! That’s what you think this is about?!”

Mariko tilted her head slightly, appearing to genuinely be confused. “…Is it not?”

“Oh my God, you’re serious.” Hana wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. “I always knew “empathy” was probably an alien concept to a psycho like you, but holy shit…”

“Just… Bear with me a moment.” Hana took a deep breath before explaining. “Imagine a drop-dead gorgeous girl who you’ve had a crush on for years invites you to her home and seduces you. Only instead of having sex with you, she then farts on your face, ties you up, farts on you some more, blackmails you, then sharts on your face for good measure. This goes on for several months, during which it becomes apparent she has some twisted… fetishistic fixation on you. She even tries to make it so you can’t even get wet without thinking of her horrific gas. You with me?”

Mariko nodded, seemingly listening intently.

“Good! Now imagine you think you’re finally free from this girl, only to find out she’s going to be your roommate. And not only that, but she also tells your parents the two of you are a couple and they love her. Then, faced with the alternative of dropping out of your dream school to maybe get rid of her, you agree to degrade yourself and inhale every one of this psycho’s farts for God knows how long. You still follow?!”

Hana didn’t even give Mariko a chance to respond before continuing. “And then this girl wants to take you to a movie, and because you don’t want to inhale her farts all day, you accept. And some hopeful, naive part of you that miraculously hasn’t been extinguished thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can act like a normal fucking human being a few hours! A moment of calm in the flatulent hell that has become your life! Only, surprise!”

Hana’s eyes widened as she threw out her hands. “It turns that you won’t be seeing a movie since you’ll be smelling her farts anyways! And this, all this, occurs within a day of finding out she’ll be living with you!”

“Now do you understand why I’m so upset?! And why this isn’t about some… some fucking candy?!” Hana took a moment to catch her breath. Even if Mariko took away nothing from her rant, it felt good to let out her pent up frustration for once.

After pondering Hana’s words for a moment, Mariko finally responded. ”But… You said it yourself that I fart on you all the time. Sure, it came as a bit of a surprise to you today, but surely that’s not reason enough to get you this worked up? Unless… Ah.” Mariko smirked in the smug way Hana hated and clasped her hand. Hana was too stunned to pull away. “You do want to be with me, and you’re sad our kind-of-date didn’t go as expected.”

“What?! That’s not- How do you even-“

Mariko ignored Hana and continued talking. “I was pretty sure you were in denial all those times you said we weren’t in a relationship, but it’s nice to know for sure.” She squeezed Hana’s hand and smiled. “Don’t worry, next time we go out together there won’t be any nasty surprises. I’ll even make today up for you as well.”

Next… time…? Hana was stupefied by this turn of events and just slumped into her seat. She had just laid out all the awful things Mariko had done to her… And the end result was Mariko becoming more attached to her than before.

———

After returning to their dorm Hana went straight to the bathroom, sat in the tub, and let the steaming water flow over her. While she certainly needed to wash the stench off her face, showers had also become her way to unwind. A place to be alone, where she could-

Hana’s relaxation was interrupted as Mariko pulled the shower curtains open and stepped inside, blocking off the stream of water. “Hey.” Mariko greeted casually as she pulled her hair back and let the water flow through it.

Hana stood up, realizing it probably wasn’t a good idea to have her face level with Mariko’s ass. The two of them were now alone, completely naked, and less than a foot apart. Hana used to fantasize about this exact scenario before she learned what Mariko was really like... And sometimes after as well. Right now, however, she was just paranoid.

“…What are you doing here?” She asked cautiously.

“Showering, what does it look like? You can relax." She reassured. "I already unloaded most of my gas on you earlier.” Sensing Hana’s continued discomfort, Mariko smiled, took a step closer, and put her hands on Hana's shoulders. Although she was only a couple inches taller than Hana, at this distance she seemed huge in comparison. “You seem a little tense. Do you not enjoy the company?”

“I… Uhh…” Hana wasn’t sure. As disgusting as Mariko could be, she certainly made for excellent eye-candy. Especially when Hana wasn’t looking at her from underneath her rancid ass. Her mouth went dry as she watched a drop of water run down Mariko’s body, dripping down her shoulders, chest, hips, and legs before reaching the drain. “You… You’re trying to seduce me again, aren’t you? To make up for today… So that I won’t be angry at you anymore…”

“Am I?” She smiled innocently. “I was just trying to save some water by showering together. Though I do suppose this is rather…” She took another step forward. “Intimate.” All Hana had to do was lean forward slightly and their bodies would be pressed together. The temptation was enormous, but she resisted. “Do you know what would be even more intimate?”

Hana clenched her fists as she tried to ignore Mariko’s allure. Even knowing full-well what Mariko was doing didn’t make resisting any easier. Be-strong-be-strong-be-strong-be- “What?” She blurted clumsily.

“If you put your hands to work and helped me wash up.” Mariko waited for a response, but Hana just made some reluctant groaning noise instead. “Hellooo? Is that a yes?” Mariko snapped her fingers in front of Hana’s face. “Well? Are you going to touch me or just keep eye-fucking me like a weirdo?”

Part of Hana wanted to say no. To tell Mariko: “Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean that I’ll always come crawling back to you!” Accepting this “peace offering” would create a precedent that Mariko’s previous behavior could be easily forgiven. Mariko had repeatedly exploited Hana’s attraction to her to get what she wanted, and turning her down, even once, would feel amazing.

But unlike almost everything else Mariko told her to do, Hana wanted to do this. Badly. To run her hands, her face, and hell, even her tongue, across every inch of Mariko’s soft, supple body. And to have Mariko do the same to her, unlikely as it was.

Besides… Mariko was going to fart on her as much as she wanted anyway. Who would Hana be punishing by telling Mariko “No” other than herself?

Before Hana even realized she had made a decision, she already had soap in her hands and was lathering Mariko up. Her hands had subconsciously gravitated towards Mariko’s breasts, which made Mariko chuckle. “…You know there are other parts of me to wash, right?”

Mariko smug smile gave Hana a moment of lucidity. Damnit… She cursed her own weakness, but didn’t stop washing. How the fuck am I supposed to say we aren’t a couple with a straight face after this?! She didn’t even threaten me with anything, I just rolled over and did it! Barely hesitated! Hana scowled as she moved on to Mariko’s shoulders. It’s just… It’s not fair! How can she be so beautiful now, but so gross and cruel every other time?

Hana tried to hide how much she enjoyed bathing Mariko, though did so poorly. The curves of her body… Her strong back and solid belly… Her lean arms and legs… It was easy to forget how fit Mariko was despite her ravenous appetite, but now everything was laid bare. Even Mariko’s ass, which Hana had every reason to fear, was alluring when it wasn't desecrating her face. “Be extra thorough down there!” Mariko teased as Hana washed her crack. “Unless you want my ass to be nasty when it’s on your face, you dirty girl!”

Eventually Mariko’s body had been cleaned thrice over, yet Hana was still going. She had knelt down and was washing Mariko’s legs, and was debating if she should wedge her face up Mariko’s ass. It looks so soft…. And it’s so clean now… She hasn’t farted yet either… Her face began to drift closer and closer towards Mariko’s mounds. …Why not? What’s the harm in-

Then, like a foghorn ruining a perfect day at the beach, Hana was reminded who she was dealing with. She had let her guard down, allowing Mariko to unleash a deep blast right in her face. Hana looked up at Mariko with betrayal in her eyes.

“You…!” Hana angrily slapped Mariko’s ass. “You said you were out!” Mariko began to laugh, further pissing off Hana. “You told me you-!” She was about to give Mariko a piece of her mind, when the putrid stench reached her. A rancid fart in a cramped, steamy tub was a horrific combination that sent Hana choking. All the junk food she had eaten at the theater had taken its toll. “Oh God…!”

Mariko was laughing so hard that she had to be careful not to slip and fall. “I’m sorry… Really! It’s just…” She took a moment to breathe and regain her composure. “I really was telling you the truth! I wasn’t planning on farting on you when I got in here, but you kept me in so long that I... I couldn’t hold it anymore! I didn’t know how close your face was either!” Mariko’s laughter turned to coughing as the stench finally reached her as well.

“Fuck, that’s brutal! I gotta get outta here!” Mariko stepped out of the shower, half laughing and half coughing, and quickly dried herself off. “You know… That was nice. We should do that again. If you’re a good girl then maybe I’ll even wash you as well.”

Hana was left retching in the bathroom alone, trying to fan the tainted steam from her face. Hana concurred with Mariko’s assessment. It had been nice. But like everything seemingly pleasant she did with Mariko, it was ruined by her farts. God… What is wrong with me?! Why do I keep getting my hopes up?!

As the stench slowly dissipated, Hana got to thinking. …Maybe the problem is that she thinks she can do whatever she wants to me and I won’t leave her… If I were to date someone else, that’d show her! Let her know she’s not the only pretty girl in the world and that I have options! She’d have to treat me better after that!

…If she doesn’t kill me, of course.

———

During the first week of classes, Hana managed to meet someone at the dining hall. Another freshman named Zoe. She was funny, nice, good-looking, and (most importantly) wasn’t obsessed with farting on her face. The two hit it off, and they exchanged numbers before leaving.

They texted each other quite a bit, and eventually they set up a time to get dinner together. Not at a dining hall, but at an actual restaurant in town. Hana was ecstatic, and not just because it was sure to hurt Mariko. She and Zoe had actual chemistry. After so much time huffing farts, the idea of starting a normal relationship with someone seemed like a fantasy.

Hana had no idea how Mariko would react to this. It was no secret she was possessive of Hana and held some controlling, twisted affection for her. While Hana repeatedly denied they were together, it was obvious Mariko felt otherwise, and Mariko always got her way. Hana hoped she’d be able to talk to her and come to a mutual understanding, but it was risky. Still, it was better to deal with this proactively than to let Mariko find out herself.

When Hana came back to her dorm that evening she found Mariko sitting at the table, seemingly waiting for her with a scowl on her face. Several pieces of furniture were also overturned, as if there had been a fight. “Oh, uh, hey Mariko! Is now not a good time? Because I could always come back if-“

“Get in.” Mariko commanded. As soon as Hana obeyed and shut the door behind her, Mariko continued speaking. “Who’s Zoe?” She spoke the name with unbridled contempt.

She already knows?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hana did her best to remain calm and hide her sheer panic. ”Oh, uh, Zoe? We met at the dining hall the other day.” She gulped nervously. “…Why do you ask?”

”She came here a little while ago looking for you.” She wasted no time getting to the point. “Are the two of you going out?” Mariko’s piercing gaze indicated Hana had to choose her next words very carefully.

“We were going to get something to eat. I was just trying to make a new friend, I didn’t expect it to be... romantic or anything!” Hana laughed nervously. “Why, did she seem to think so?”

“So you didn’t know… Good.” Mariko relaxed slightly. Hana didn’t think her lie sounded very convincing, but maybe Mariko was also convincing herself as well. “Follow me.” Mariko led Hana to her bedroom and opened the door.

Hana gasped as she looked inside. “What the fuck?!”

Tied to the bed with her mouth gagged was a very scared looking young woman. Zoe suddenly came to life upon seeing the door open, and began calling for help. ”Mmph! Mm-Mmph!!!”

Mariko ignored her pleas and slammed the door shut. ”Shut the fuck up! No one’s coming, cunt!”

Hana looked at Mariko horrified. “What did you do to her?!”

“Nothing. Well nothing besides tying her up of course. Little whore put up a good fight… But nothing else besides that.” She glared at the door. “Yet.”

“But… Why?! What did she do?!”

“Like I said, she came here earlier looking for you. I invited her inside and started asking a few questions. She was very forthcoming.” Her expression darkened. “When it became clear she believed you two would be going on a date, well…” She glanced at the messy common room. “...I didn’t take it very well.”

Frightened as she was of how Mariko would respond, she decided it was either now or never. “But… Would it really be that horrible for me to go out with someone? You already do whatever gross shit you want to me, right? Is that really not enough for you?” She laughed nervously.

”No.” Mariko replied flatly. “It’s not. What part of “you’re mine” was unclear?” She backed Hana up against the wall and put her hands on her shoulders. It was as intimate as it was threatening. “You are mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to dominate. Mine to touch. No one else's. Understood?”

“Y-Yes…” Hana swallowed hard.

“Say it.”

“I…” Hana whimpered. “I am yours…”

“Good.” Mariko loosened her grip on Hana’s shoulders. “That’s what I thought.” She noticed Hana trembling and embraced her. “Don’t worry…” She soothed. “I’m not mad at you. You’ve obviously been stressed the past couple of days. We’ll just chalk this up to a… “misunderstanding”. A misunderstanding that will never happen again. Okay?”

“Mm-hm…”

“Good. Because otherwise…” Her expression darkened for a moment before returning to normal. “Well... Let’s not worry about that.” She let go of Hana and began walking towards the shut door. “Now we just need to make sure Zoe understands as well.”

Hana looked towards the door with concern. Mariko didn’t seem keen on talking this out. “…What are you going to do to her?”

“Me? Nothing. You though…” She smiled wickedly. “I’m sure letting a few rip on her face will send a very clear message.”

“What?!” Hana’s eyes widened. “No, no, no!” She rapidly shook her head back and forth. “I-I’m not like you! I can’t just do that to someone!”

“You can and you will. Right now all she knows is that I don’t want her to be with you. I need her to know that you don’t either, and actions speak much louder than words.” Mariko noticed Hana’s fight or flight activating and grabbed her wrists.

“I figured you’d be hesitant because of your…” She closed her eyes as she searched for the correct word.

“…Empathy?”

“Yeah, that.” She shrugged. “So here’s a little encouragement for you: If you don’t fart on her face, I’m going to take over and take a shit in her mouth instead. And then have you give me a tongue bath after for good measure. Okay?”

Hana knew better than to try and call Mariko’s bluffs by now, so she tried to bargain instead. “Can’t we just let her go with a warning? Please? You already scared the hell out of her by tying her up! Why don’t you just calm down a bit and we can-“

“Oh, I am being remarkably calm right now. That’s why I waited to hear your side of the story before deciding what to do. And why I’m not doing anything to you now, even though you seem to be defending the little slut.” She suppressed a snarl.

“But my patience has its limits. And if someone doesn’t pay for this “misunderstanding” soon then…” Her eyes widened as she smiled and let out a slightly unhinged chuckle. “Well then, I think I’m going to fucking lose it! Okay?!”

“Okay… But…” Hana struggled for anything she could to get out of this. “What if I don’t need to fart right now?”

“Oh, you don’t?” Mariko relaxed somewhat, shrugging as she began to pull down her pants. “Well then that’s fine, because I have to take an absolutely massive-“

“Wait, wait! I think I feel one coming! I think I can push it out!”

”Mm-hm…” Mariko was skeptical of this convenient timing, but she figured if Hana pushed too hard and shat herself by accident, then that’d be even better. “Well don’t let me hold you up. It’d be rude to keep our guest waiting.”

”Yeah… Would hate to be rude…” Hana sighed and put her hand on the doorknob. “Well… Let’s do this, I suppose.”

”I’m sure you’ll do great. After all…” Mariko flashed Hana a wink and smile. “You had an excellent teacher. One who gave you plenty of hands-on experience.”

”Don’t remind me…” Hana grumbled. As ready as she’d ever be, Hana opened the door and stepped inside. Mariko followed close behind. “So, uh, hey Zoe!” She awkwardly waved.

“Mmph???” Zoe gave her a bewildered look that roughly translated to: “Hana??? What the fuck is going on?!”

Hana groaned as she mentally prepared herself for what she’d have to do now. Fuck me, this is gonna suck… Looks like I’ll be canceling our dinner reservation…