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sounded in time with the rhythm of Koiwai pounding into her.

"Usually you'd be hitting me or something by now, but you can't fight back 
no matter what," Koiwai said.

Miura frowned. "Okay he's an asshole."

They suddenly heard Fuuka yell out a strained, falsely cheeful greeting to 
someone outside the house. Their eyes widened in alarm, and they glanced at 
one another.

Wordlessly, they played janken to see who got to stay. Ena lost, and 
grumbled as she ran to the front door to see what was happening.

Fuuka began explaining her predicament to whoever was outside. Koiwai seemed 
completely unperturbed by this new development, not relenting for a moment.

*Goddammit, you jackass, can't you see how bad this is?* Miura wondered.

Outside, Ena saw two older ladies from the neighborhood. Upon hearing 
Fuuka's explanation, they offered to help unstick her. Ena smothered a 
panicked yelp. "Not good!" She prepared to do something to intervene...

"Actually, the person who lives here is (NNNGH) pushing on me from inside 
right now, so (HGGYAAH) it's really no bother," Fuuka explained, laughing 
shakily.

*OH MY GOD, HE'S STILL FUCKING HER?!* Ena raced back to the bathroom, where 
Miura was still watching, a very displeased grimace on her face.

"What's going on out there?" Miura whispered.

"Two old ladies who live on the block," Ena replied. "They're the gossipy 
type, too. This is bad."

Fuuka was reassuring the ladies with a shaky, nervous voice. Ena quickly 
darted back to the front door to check on the situation.

A moment later, she ran back in, panicked. "They're not leaving!" she 
hissed. "They're just standing around chatting out there!"

"Crap, that's not good. What do we--"

Suddenly, miraculously, Koiwai apparently realized how bad the situation 
was, because he pulled out of Fuuka.

The two young girls watching from the hall breathed sighs of relief. 
"FINALLY," Ena gasped. "What IS his pro--"

She broke off suddenly, eyes wide in horror. Miura followed her gaze, and 
her eyes also grew to the size of dinner plates.

Koiwai had only pulled out so that he could change holes; now, he was 
hammering his dick into Fuuka's asshole.

"What...the..." Miura breathed.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god," Ena babbled.

After a few minutes of this, Fuuka's strangled cries of pain and shock 
changed.

"Wow, she's *REALLY* getting into it now," Miura said, blinking.

"I'm gonna see if those ladies are still outside," Ena whispered, then 
rushed off, red-faced.

A moment later, Ena returned. "THEY'RE STILL OUT THERE!" she hissed.

"It's even worse in here, I think she's about to come," Miura replied.

"EH?!"

"SHH!"

"If she...those ladies can't possibly NOT know what's going on in that 
case...!"

Koiwai suddenly stopped and pulled out of Fuuka.

"That's right," he said slowly. "If you think about it, it'd be easier to 
just pull you back inside..."

With that, he grabbed Fuuka around the waist and hauled her back into the 
bathroom. She landed on the floor in an ungainly heap.

"You could've thought of that like thirty minutes ago you enormous PRICK!" 
Ena hissed, seething.

"SHH! They'll DEFINITELY hear us now!" Miura warned.

Fuuka pulled herself into a seated position on the floor, face flaming with 
embarassment and anger.

"Well, that worked surprisingly fast, huh?" Koiwai said cheerfully. "What a 
relief. I--huh?"

The younger girls followed his gaze, and saw that he'd managed to put his 
foot in the toilet. Miura snickered.

Fuuka stood up and snatched up her clothes off the floor.

"Uh...my ankle's stuck," Koiwai said, pulling at his leg to no avail.

Fuuka quickly got dressed.

"Ah...Fuuka...could you get someone to--"

Fuuka turned and smiled brightly at him. "Well then, I'm off! I guess I'll 
see you later!" She turned towards the door...

"Scatter!" Miura whispered urgently. The two girls quickly got the hell out 
of the hallway before Fuuka could notice them.