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“Finally… thought that detention would never end.” Came the grumbled tone of Nene as she stepped out of the classroom with an annoyed step in her pace.

It was 4:00 PM at the local High School, most of the students had already gone home after 3 PM; the usual time school ended. The only exception to that was if a student was going to an after school club, a study group or in Nene’s case; had detention for a whole hour. 

And it was all because some bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut about Pico and insulted the Asian girl in the process. It wasn’t Nene’s fault she received a knife straight to her arms and stomach followed by a series of punches and kicks but yet, Nene got punished for it due to carrying a deadly weapon. Fortunately for her, the principal gave our stab-happy girl an hour detention instead of a suspension or expulsion. Though there were moments he was considering it.

Regardless, Nene was out of the school premises without so much of a word, ignoring the gazes that some of her peers gave her as she walked past. Nene wasn’t blind to them, she knew that she was quite an attractive and beautiful girl. Her gentle Asian features with distinctive white eyes, her fair white skin, big bouncy breasts and watermelon sized butt that was larger than someone’s head. The slightest movement would cause them to jiggle and wobble without much effort. All of her curvaceous figure contained within a pink dress and light pink tights.

Nene’s pink trainers stepped on the asphalt towards town on her journey home. It would be some time until her mother returned from work so the knife wielder headed to a local food joint she’d frequent with Pico and Darnell. The taste of food could bring her out of this sour mood!

*Ding-ding!*

“Ahh! One of our favorite customers!” The cashier beamed upon laying eyes on Nene, “Welcome Nene!”

“ Konbanwa . (1)” Nene greeted in her native tongue, “I’ll have the usual please.” She added, placing a ten dollar bill on the counter.

“Coming right up!” The Cashier gleamed, taking the money to place into the cash register and gave Nene back her change. 

Nene wandered over to a nearby table and sat her pretty little ass down on a chair despite her rump being anything but little. Pulling out her phone from her hammerspace, the asian girl began texting her trigger happy boyfriend that she had gotten out of detention and was grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading home.

Pico responded after a few seconds, “Sounds good, babe! Text me when you get in!”

Nene texted back a thumbs up emoji with a heart then went to explore what was currently occurring on social media… aside from some person getting offended over something small and trying to cancel somebody for the third time this week. Sort of like the real world today on a certain avian app.

Nene rocked her feet back and forth a bit, her thumb lazily tracing the screen of her phone with each passing moment. There were several noises occurring from the kitchen, pots and pans clattering, plates rattling, chefs giving orders and food being prepared. A bowl of food was placed on the counter along with another piece of food that was stacked in rows on a wooden ‘plate’ of sorts with a small bowl of soup. The Korean food known as Bibimbap and the Japanese dish, Gyoza.  

“Order up!” The cashier called out, making Nene raise her head from her phone and head over to the counter to collect her food. 

“ Arigatou. (2)” Nene smiled, taking her food over to her table and immediately started digging into her food. 

Japanese and Korean cuisine has always been a part of Nene’s life ever since she was young when her mother and father would take turns cooking dinner. Each time, Nene would feel her taste buds going on an adventure with the types of food she’d eat every evening, making her fall in love with both Japanese and Korean dishes. After finishing off her food, Nene exited the restaurant to continue her journey back to her house, ignoring the passersby who were staring at her jiggling boobs or her bouncing bubble butt as she took each step on the sidewalk. 

“ Can’t these pricks keep their eyes to themselves? Can’t even head home without being gawked at… ” Nene grumbled in thought, a visible anger mark appearing over her head.

She was somewhat thankful that these people were only looking and not touching ; it didn’t stop the gazes from being any less irritating. In Nene’s personal opinion, the only person who could lay eyes on the good stuff was her boyfriend, Pico. It was time to disappear from the public eye and the asian girl in pink dipped into a nearby alleyway, walking along the path and turning the corner into a junkyard. 

“Almost there… Just have to get through the gate then get home.” Nene articulated, taking steps inside of the junkyard.

Strolling through the place, Nene couldn’t help but get the feeling that there was something… off about this place. Almost like she was being gawked at… She didn’t know if it was because of hanging around Pico for so long that he was rubbing off on her or what, but the asian quickened her pace, hopping over junk and garbage as she reached the end of the gate… only to find that it had a padlock over it, preventing anyone from getting in or out. 

Just perfect! Now Nene had to go back the way she came and walk ALLLLL the way back just to- 

 “Well, well, well~ If it isn’t Miss Popular herself~?” 

A sickly sweet female voice called out from behind Nene, making her turn around to lock eyes with a girl that was of similar age as her with long blond hair flowing down by her shoulders and dressed in an outfit that just screamed ‘Mega-Bitch’. She had her hands on her hips with a smug grin on her face which only seemed to urk Nene even further until Nene recognized the vague slash marks and healed stab wounds on her face and body. 

Then it immediately clicked:

“Oh… you’re the bitch that insulted my man,” Nene quipped sarcastically, “Guess you really couldn’t handle the stabbing I gave you seeing how you easily cracked from the sharpness of my tongue.”

The blond girl merely scoffed at the verbal jab, “Mock me all you want, Nene! I won’t let you get away with damaging my beautiful face! Time to take you down a peg!”

“Pfft! Are you thinking of taking me on in a fight?” Nene asked with a chuckle, “You can barely defend yourself against me in a knife fight. I bet you’d only split a nail after throwing your first punch!”

“That’s what you think, you pink wearing slut!” The blond grinned before snapping her fingers.

From the piles of junk, four individuals came walking out from their hiding places and joined the prissy girl. Two of them were young men in letterman jackets, jeans that were torn at the knees and converse shoes. The other two were girls with brown and black hair wearing some form of pretty outfits and shoes; the first girl’s brown hair was neatly tied into two long pigtails while the black haired girl styled her do in a more shoulder length fashion.

All of them practically had mal intent oozing from their bodies with a lecherous vibe coming from one of the dudes.

Double perfect! Can this day get any more shitty?!

“I always have a bit of backup wherever I go~ And my friends are willing to ‘discuss’ things with you, if you don’t mind~” The golden haired girl smirked deviously as did her friends who began advancing towards Nene.

Normally in situations like this, Nene would pull out her trusty knives and put an end to the threats right in front of her but soon recalled having her knives confiscated by the Principal after stabbing the vengeful girl in front of her. And without her blades, Nene couldn’t scare off these goons and avoid getting beat up or evade the possibility of having her “personal square” being invaded against her will. Luckily for our biracial Asian girl, she had two other weapons that were just as deadly as her knives:

Her bare hands and her ass.

One of the boys ran towards Nene like an American football player to tackle her down but she nimbly evaded this with a side-step, twirled on her foot and kicked him in the back of the head, making him scrape his knees and elbows as he hit the ground. The black haired girl closed in on Nene by swinging wide with a right hook but the knife crazy yandere merely took advantage of the ravenette’s amateur fighting skills and blocked the attack, struck her twice with two punches, a three kicks to her body and ended the assault with a palm strike to the face, knocking the young woman to the ground.

Nene noticed one of the other boys, one with blond hair pulled up on her with several jabs and swings that were more focused and precise compared to his allies. At least one of them was using their head and fighting properly. Nene swiftly parried and blocked the brawler-heavy attacks with her Tae Kwon Do and Karate skills, exchanging blows with the boxer before she ducked an incoming left hook and elbowed the jock in the stomach, palmed his chin to make his teeth chatter and kicked him away. 

Dusting her hands off, Nene was about to land some more blows when the brown haired girl grabbed her from behind while she was fighting the blond girl’s goons. This brief moment of weakness was more than enough to allow the other jocks and black haired girl to get back up from the beating they took!

“ Jegil! (3) ” Nene cursed, this time in Korean. “You were just hiding away like a coward just to restrain me, gyohwalhan nyeon! (4)”

“Tch! As if I’d waste my energy fighting someone like you!” The chocolate haired girl sneered, restraining Nene’s arms and forcing her to her knees so she couldn’t escape.

The blond girl clapped for her friend, “Great job! We now have the cunt right where we want her!”

“We gonna beat her up or something?” The blond jock asked with his arms crossed.

“Just before we do that, I’m gonna have a little fun with her~” 

Reaching into her pocket, the preppy bitch pulled out something that made the biracial stabby asian’s blood run cold. Was it a gun? Embarrassing photos? No-no snow (5)?

Worse. It was… 

…A carton…

…of milk.

…

…

…

Not even kidding about this. A literal carton of milk.

Normally, one’s first reaction to seeing that would be: “Really? A carton of milk? What are you going to do? Lull me to sleep?” Or questioning if the blond girl had lost her marbles and needs to be admitted into an institution. 

And for the most part, you’re right. 

But for Nene, milk and anything dairy is her biggest kryptonite as one drop spells imminent doom! Before she had a chance to even struggle, one of the girls forcefully opened Nene’s mouth, allowing their leader to shove the gallon of milk down Nene’s throat. 

The liquid washed its way through the Japanese-Korean girl’s throat and took shelter into her stomach as more droplets splatted down in her acids. Eventually, all the milk from the carton was emptied into Nene’s mouth with only a few drops falling in before the carton was thrown away into a trash heap by the blond girl. Nene coughed heavily, she never expected someone would force-drink her milk of all things! Boiling hot water would’ve been a much better punishment than what she was subjected to!

“Now it’s time for the fun to begin~” The mean girl giggled childishly, staring at Nene’s face as it contorted into a pained expression. 

The pink-dressed Asian her insides burn with the flames of hell, crackling and popping like a science experiment about to go wrong. The girl and her posse gazed with sadistic glee, awaiting the desired reaction that they desperately wanted to see. They were getting a reaction all right, but not the one they expected…

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A sound akin to that of a deflating balloon interrupted the small chortles of the popular girl and her clique as it rang out in the junkyard. It was then followed by an extremely horrid smell of Korean and Japanese cuisine that was capable of ruining the best dog’s nose along with a thick cloud of green clouds that obscured everyone’s vision; Nene sighed a bit, feeling a bit of pressure in her stomach elevated itself. 

Her foes, however, weren’t so lucky as they had begun coughing and wheezing from the horrid smell Nene had produced. The black haired girl’s eyes began watering, letting go of the asian to cover her nose. Taking note of the situation, Nene used this moment of weakness to quickly disappear from the group which was a good thing as the gas was slowly starting to dissipate. The scarred blond quickly fanned the foul stench away then looked around for the missing pink girl who had vanished like a ninja through the chaos.

“Where did she go?!” She barked out.

“I don’t know! She just vanished!” The black haired girl yelled back.

“Well fan out and find that bitch! All of you! I don’t want her to leave this place!” Ordered the angry blond girl who stomped off to find Nene.

Her posse all dispersed around different corners of the Junkyard to find Nene as well. Speaking of our sexy Asian girl, she had managed to find a hiding place behind an old sofa, occasionally peeking out from behind it to see if the blond bitch or her gang of misfits were closing in. Nene desperately wanted out of this situation right now, but she knew one wrong misstep and it was all over for her. Plus, her guts were seconds away from leaking out due to the milk that was forced into her windpipe by the popular girl.

“ When I get my hands on that whore, I’ll make her regret coming after me… ” Nene thought to herself, imagining the prissy girl’s head on a platter. “ They don’t know where I am… Let’s keep it that way. ” 

True to Nene’s thoughts, the jocks and girls were having a hard time searching for her. They checked every corner of the junkyard, looking over the junk and throwing it in order to find their target. But despite that, they couldn’t find a single pink trace of her!

How’d Nene get the drop on them so quickly and unexpectedly?!

It didn’t matter to them. The most important thing to do was finding her and following through on the preppy blond’s plan for revenge, then they’d all go back to their school lives. Unknown to them however, that wasn’t going to be an easy task when Nene was lurking around. Why? Well, roll the scene.

The blond jock rounded the corner, eyeing the garbage in order to see if one of them contained a hiding Japanese-Korean girl. But nothing was of importance here; just useless old junk that people threw out… aside from the couch that was seemingly in perfect condition. Deciding that a proper rest was in order, the jock casually sat down on the sofa and kicked his feet up; this simple action would be the last one he’d ever make…

The blond young man felt a soft embrace upon his face, the kind of embrace one would get from their significant other. It felt very… inviting for some reason, almost subduing him to the sofa and wanting him to rest more. He would then hear some shuffling noises and the softness encompassed his entire head, bliss was the only thing he was feeling right now. If this was heaven, he didn’t want to leave it at all.

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“Mmph?” The jock muffled out in confusion. 

He didn’t remember a strange smell coming from this duvet-like softness. The way it permeated his nasal cavity almost made him want to shut his eyes tightly. He assumed that it was the garbage that people dump in the junkyard; after all, this place did give off a strange aroma of rotting food, stinky clothes and used items that shouldn’t be mentioned in the slightest. But it wasn’t any of those things at all; No, this odour stank of a familiar fragrance of soup, Korean meats, Japanese vegetables and expired dairy products. The blond man felt his blood run cold on the sudden realisation of what, no, who was on top of him.

In a flash, he felt his wrists get grabbed by a pair of soft yet firm hands, his arms hoisted up high so that he couldn’t use them to free himself from his current situation. The jock began to struggle like no tomorrow, using his head and body to thrash about like a hyperactive pet with a lot of energy, but even his football playing physique couldn’t get him out of what was to come next.

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A girly grunt followed by a roar similar to that of a whoopie cushion tore through the silence of the junkyard for a solid eight seconds. The jock felt a pair of large mounds quiver against the sides of his face as a “hole” belted out a nasty helping of fluffy dumplings, rice with egg and a pungent cheesy texture. The lemon-haired youth would let out a scream of terror that would be silenced underneath a lot of mass , his resistance would amp up more and more but the more he struggled, the more energy he would lose. Coupled with the influx of horrid stench flooding his nostrils and his strength was already beginning to wane; not that it mattered as he would hear another grunt of effort from above.

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The second emission came as quickly as the first one, loud and effective in terms of volume, power and stench. The eggy odour grew in pungence and mixed in with the vegetables, meat and rice, creating a new foul odor that had merged with the previous smell that was still currently in the air. The sofa that the jock was lying on began to shake a bit from the friction of the sudden expulsion of gas before stopping once it reached the 10 second mark. The blond haired man’s hands and legs began to spasm and twitch for a brief moment or two. After that, stillness. 

“Well that was easy,” Uttered the familiar voice of Nene who dropped the unconscious boy’s arms and glanced down at him over her big buns, “Didn’t even last a second. For someone who plays football, his endurance is pretty weak.”

Nene hopped off his face, observing his unmoving form with her own eyes before shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t feel sorry for him anyways, the Asian girl had bigger things to worry about like the other members of the popular girl’s clique and the bitch herself. Nene was pretty sure one of them heard the sounds of her toots and it wouldn’t be long until she was found.

“This would be so much easier if I had my knives…” Nene lamented, feeling quite degraded that she had to resort to “dirty tactics” to knock her aggressors out.

“…But then again… my ass is another weapon I can rely on~” She mused as the sinister look in her white eyes grew.

Meanwhile with the black haired girl, she had heard the sounds that Nene had produced and went to investigate. When she came to the area, the girl was immediately thrown through a loop from the horrid stench that invaded her schnoz’s personal space flowing from the couch and the blond jock’s knocked out state. The dark green clouds of gas were clear as day but no sign of Nene, the dark-haired girl passed by the unconscious jock and continued her search within the junkyard.

“Damn, that guy smelt bad!” The black-haired girl complained, “Whatever produced that smell to knock him out must’ve been some rodent of some kind.”

Unknown to the girl, Nene was peering out of an empty window from one of the broken down cars, her orbs scanning the prey intently as she walked by.

“This seems too easy,” She smirked to herself, using the car horn to get the girl’s attention.

“The hell? Who’s honking at me?” Pondered the young woman as she made her way over to the old vehicle. 

She inspected the broken down car, wondering how it’s horn was still working if it was decommissioned. Certain objects in cars do tend to keep working despite the vehicle reaching its expiration date, she rationalized it to that sort of thing. The black-haired girl checked inside of the car, hoping to either find the person she was looking for and making sure her friends weren’t trying to prank her… Though that person was closer than she thought.

*THUNK!!*

With a swift motion, Nene slammed the girl’s head on the roof of the car, disorienting her and making her stumble away in a dance-like manner then press her back against an old, rusted pick-up truck. The black-haired girl’s brain swam around with several stars and teenage heartthrobs twirling around her vibrating head.

“Whee…~ Tommy, please accept my gift to da movies. Dehehe~” She dizzily spoke out then glanced up at something obscuring her vision, “Heyy… is the moon already coming out? I didn’t know it was…pink?”

Oh, the moon was out all right. Two giant pink moons looming over the black haired girl’s head then they suddenly shoved itself straight into her face, engulfing her entire head in the soft yet stinky prison of Nene’s buttcheeks. Due to the head bashing the young woman received, she couldn’t muster up the strength to kick, scream or push Nene off her face; this disadvantage left her wide open to an extremely punishing attack.

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“…Well, that last one was weak.” Nene scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

Her wide, supple bum erupted with a symphony of ‘tuba and trumpet’ solo against the black haired girl’s head, rattling it to the point that the head slam against the car roof felt tame in comparison. The girl’s nose was thrown through a loop as the miasmic smells of expired cow milk, decayed Korean meat, decomposed salad and overripe eggs with gyoza melted her nostril hairs off and filled her lungs with the putrid smell. While the last fart didn’t have as much force as the first three, it was very effective in its desired intentions of sending the ravenette in a noxious-induced sleep.

Removing her butt away, Nene looked back to see the girl slide down from the pick-up truck and slump to the ground. The visible waft of onara seeping off her body, that was two down and three more enemies to snuff out. Just before leaving, Nene scavenged the back of the pick-up for anything of value, anything that would be useful in this particular situation.

“ Dare ga korera o sutetaidesu ka? (6)” Nene muttered in Japanese, taking her new-belongings with her. 

The second jock, a brown haired boy, scoured the junkyard for our blade-happy anti-heroine. In his hand was a switchblade that had many uses, though one look at his posture and the way he was holding it would give off an indication of mal intent. In fact, the buff football player seemed off overall with the unnerving smile and the way his eyes were carefully scanning his surroundings.

Nene didn’t even need to see into the future to know where he was headed. Best to take him out now before he becomes a danger to the populus. As she peered out from her new hiding place, Nene pulled out one of the objects she nabbed from the pick-up: A empty can with a screw-on lid!

It would be stupid to take on a guy several times her size despite easily dispatching the blond jock with her martial arts skills. And the empty can wouldn’t do much except provide a distraction; but what if it was able to do much more than that? 

“Darnell’s always known for making strange shit in the chemistry lab… Wonder if this shit will even work?” Nene forenamed her African-American friend while positioning the can to her butt.

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With a push of effort, the biracial girl released an eggy ripper into the can, filling it with the contents of her concentrated gas. She quickly placed the lid onto the can and screwed it up tightly, allowing the gas to fester in there for a good while. 

Now to put this makeshift stinkbomb to the test. As the jock patrolled the area, Nene calculated the distance and height in her head then tossed the can towards his feet where it landed then harmlessly rolled on the floor. On cue, the lid shot out of the can, releasing a lot of dark green stink clouds into the general area the brown-haired boy was standing in. He let out a bunch of coughs and wheezes as his line of sight was covered by the thick smog; with the stealth and silence of a kunoichi, Nene entered the gas-filled area and promptly beat the jock down by kicking the back of his leg, elbowing his arm to make him drop his switchblade then karate chopped his neck to knock him out.

“Three down, two more to go.” Nene commented, kicking away the switchblade then leaving to deal with the brunette and the blond girl.

Speaking of the brunette, she had been searching for Nene for the better half of a minute and the stress was slowly getting to her. Not only that, she hadn’t heard from her other friends at all so she assumed the worst. The brown-haired girl knew Nene was a force to be reckoned with but she didn’t realise just how much of a threat the Asian girl was. The girl knew what a deer felt like being stalked by a hungry lion or tiger, the inevitability of eventually being pounced on by a vicious predator and this situation here was no exception.

With each passing step the brunette took, the more nervous she became. Maybe it was just her imagination but the girl swore she heard a soft giggle behind her, she glanced over to where the noise came from, seeing nothing but junk in her point of view. 

Then she heard something else. It was subtle but it almost felt like chattering in another language. Her eyes quickly darted over to it but it yielded similar results! Nothing but piles of scrap!

“…I’m just getting tired. That must be it. I should get some sleep.” The chocolate-haired girl quickly rationalised.

“geuleom meolileul jom nwiyeoya haljido mollayo... keun begaee gidaeeo boseyo! (7)”

Upon hearing the cry in Korean, the brunette turned around to see something pink rapidly descending upon her. All the girl could squeak out was a “Shit” before feeling the weight of the world slam down against her hard! Her body folded to the ground while her head was pressed up against a soft, squishy impact that rippled on her face, making out an identifying pink fabric belonging to one stab-drunken yandere: Nene.

In the midst of the distractions, Nene managed to quite literally get the drop on her brown-haired adversary by performing a body slamming tackle, smushing her face into the dirt with her glorious, jiggly breasts. Payback has never felt so good! 

Nene pulled herself up from the ground with a notable bounce of the boobs, dusting herself off from her pounce attack on the enemy. The brunette twitched a bit with a pained groan, her face was completely flattened from the “Flying Slam” she experienced but her punishment was far from over in the slightest. The shadow of the Japanese-Korean girl’s body shifted to that of her giant ass that immediately slammed down against the brunette’s squished face, but instead of receiving a faceful of fumes; the brown haired girl got something different.

She felt the bulbous pink cheeks of Nene rubbing up against her face, swishing from left to right, up and down, a gyration of the hips, the whole nine yards. Nene smothered and bounced her phat ass onto the brunette’s face, a seductive yet sly smirk etched itself onto her lips as she glanced down at the girl’s pancaked head.

“Dō shita no 〜? Oppai to o shiri kara sukoshi oshitsubusa reta kanji 〜? (8)” Nene teased in a sultry Japanese tone, “Ponpu de modosa sete kudasai 〜 (9)”

The brunette girl knew that it was coming, immediately shutting her eyes closed upon hearing the loud growls of the Japanese-Korean girl’s stomach along with the grunt of effort.

“Damn that pink-dressed bitch!” The lead blond girl cursed angrily, “Really thought her head was going to explode after we forced her to drink milk! Not give her chronic gas! I really hope the others find her and-”

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The priss young woman’s rant was swiftly interrupted by a blaring noise akin to that of a grenade going off, the ground rumbled haphazardly as the junk and scraps began to shuffle and fall over. The blond girl herself almost fell on her ass from the sheer strength of the “explosion”, instantly gazing over to see a dark green cloud slowly rising to form a skull and crossbones. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that her goons failed to capture Nene and now… 

She was all alone.

Droplets of fear began to form on her head, “I… don’t believe it… there’s no way that hoe could dispatch all my friends like that!”

“I won’t be t-taken down so easily…! If she comes near me, I’ll make her regret it!”

Spotting a nearby leadpipe, the blond girl grabbed onto it and held it firmly. Just as she was about to go find Nene, footsteps began to approach her slowly yet intently. The gossip girl felt a lump form in her throat, her grip on the pipe tightened until her knuckles turned white; from the open path of junk, Nene appeared. Her pink sneakers connected with the dirt floor as she slowly closed in on her would-be pursuer with a sway in her wide hips, her white orbs gleamed into the fearful blue eyes of the blond girl.

As the distance between them faded, the preppy blond girl couldn’t take it anymore and swung the pipe towards Nene in an attempt to knock her out. Seeing this rookie mistake, Nene dodged almost instantly then struck the blond with a gut punch, pried the pipe from her hands then struck her in the leg with it, making the blond girl stagger to the ground with a cry of pain. Nene ended her combo by thrusting her big butt into her opponent’s face, knocking the lemon-haired girl to the ground harshly.

Yeeting the pipe away, Nene stood over the vain woman who had just regained her senses enough to see the Japanese-Korean girl staring down at her. The blond girl attempted to crawl away but a swift stomp put a stop to her cowardly escape.

Typical mean girl behaviour: Talk a big game and act like the baddest bitch in the room but the moment you take away their power, they act like sniveling little worms. It honestly made Nene sick that people like her were popular; Sure, Nene and her friends were popular but at least they treated everyone in the school, nerd or otherwise, with the utmost respect. And seeing this blond girl that tried to jump her with her friends cower away from her consequences made Nene’s blood boil.

“You think you can just run away after attempting to jump me with your goons and giving me an upset stomach by forcing me to drink milk?” The biracial-asian girl growled, “I should just slit your wrists and throat and leave your body here to rot in this place…”

The blond girl gulped harshly having already been on the tail end of Nene’s sharp blades which got the latter in trouble with the principal. But with no teachers or students there to witness or stop an attempted murder, the snooty girl knew that she was knocking on death’s door. 

“Lucky for you, I don’t have my knives on me…” Nene admitted, making the blond smirk as if she had leverage in this situation.

“Ha! Guess you can’t kill me then! All that big talk wasn’t backed up, whore!” She cackled loudly but stopped once she noticed Nene turn around and pull up her dress. “W-Wait, what are you doing?”

“You really thought that I was going to waste my time ending your life? Death would be too easy for you, I have something more… putrid punishment for you~” Nene finished, pulling down her light pink tights and white panties to reveal her enormous ass to the popular girl. 

The blond. Was. Stunned. 

She couldn’t believe how huge Nene’s butt was! It was as if she had stuffed two cannonballs or basketballs underneath her dress! How her tights and panties weren’t torn or ripped apart from the sheer size of that wobble-wagon was up for interpretation. All she knew is that it put the rest of the female students’ butts to shame and it was the last thing she was going to see as it suddenly dropped onto her face, engulfing her entire head in nothing but Japanese-Korean booty.

The blond girl could smell the rancid odour flowing from Nene’s asscrack, specifically from the anus which had stunk from the farts Nene had ripped on her friends. It was enough to make her eyes well up with tears, it was that bad! 

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And it got worse! What started out as a subtle hiss slowly transitioned into a revving engine of a lorry that was heading off to deliver something at several miles per hour. Nene’s asscheeks rippled against the blond girl’s face due to the deafening fart which made the girl’s head rattle and nearly ruptured her eardrums. Her nose did fare any better as it had to experience the stench of a rotting Bibimbap, gyoza dumplings and spoiled dairy products that look like it was manufactured from a deceased cow.

Experiencing a fart from Nene was bad enough but up close to her butt was like being forced to watch the worst video in the world on repeat. The blond girl began to gag and cough underneath Nene’s butt, her ocular peepers dripping like a broken fountain along with the singed nose hairs. Maybe forcefully shoving a carton of milk down a lactose intolerant Asian girl’s mouth wasn’t the wisest of moves to make.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTttttttt!!!!!

Nene scrunched up her face when the second fart blasted out of her rectum, allowing a wave of hot rotten air to wash over the blond’s face. To the girl, it felt as if she was getting pummeled in the nose by an invisible force then was forced to sniff up a skunk’s smelly corpse after it had ingested KBBQ from a dumpster. It reeked like hell and the blond girl wanted no part in it, she tried to push Nene’s butt away from her face but this only led to her hands sinking into the mounds of flesh that was Nene’s ass.

This action didn’t go unnoticed by the knife wielder however, prompting the appropriate reaction to occur.

Pppppppppppsssssssstttt…

Ffffffffffssssssssstttttt….

Ppppppppppsssssssss sssssssss rrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbbttttttTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The blond girl heard nothing at first but was quick to pick up on an awful eggy odour that burned off whatever remaining nose hairs she had left and caused her eyes to water to the point that she would be legally designated as a waterfall. By the third fart, it had slowly built up to a ferocious roar that would make any animal proud. The ground around the two girls shook a bit as bits of junk began falling to the floor and remained until everything slowly went quiet. 

Bits of dark green gas clouds began flowing out of Nene’s bum, most of it had made its stay into the blond girl’s lung capacity. Her pushes were starting to get weaker from the amount of fumes in her system as well as the subtle beating she received from the Japanese-Korean girl, her hands gave one final push in a desperate attempt to free herself before falling to the ground in defeat. 

“ Damn it all… I can’t push her off… I don’t have anything left…” The blond girl thought as she was forced to sniff up the remnants of Nene’s ass gas. “ Not even milk or my friends were enough to bring her down! And she’s making me huff up her farts like a sponge! Me! The most popular girl in school?! Oh, how could things get any worse?!”

Perhaps the blond should’ve picked her thoughts more carefully because whenever Murphy’s Law is about, things become a lot worse than they already are. Nene turned her head to the girl with a face of calm, tranquil fury that sent a chill up the gossip girl’s spine. Then the frown turned to a smile which only served to make the blond sweat and shiver even more with uncontained fear.

“If my memory serves correctly, you said that I wouldn’t be able to ‘throw it back’ to impress my man?” Nene recalled while pressing her butt against the bitch’s face, the smile on her face getting wider, “Watashi no futotta o shiri o anata ni futte, anata ga machigatte iru koto o shōmei shite mimasen ka? (10)”

With one swift movement of her hips, the blood-crazy asian girl began to shake what her mama gave her onto her would-be enemy, swinging her huge booty from side to side, bouncing them on the girl’s face in a seductive yet teasing fashion. Nene bit her bottom lip as her twerking continued, alternating from her left asscheek and her right asscheek, gradually going slow before getting faster and faster to the point the dirt ground was starting to rumble a bit.

The poor unfortunate blond woman was starting to feel her head get smothered into paste by massive, wobbly nude Asian buns of Nene. Being farted on was bad enough but getting twerked on had broken whatever left of pride she had left. And to think; had she left Nene alone, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! WOMP! WOMP! CLAP! CLAP!*

Putting her hands behind her head, Nene clapped those impressive buttcheeks together on the girl’s face, squishing her head like an accordian as the sound thundered and echoed throughout the junkyard; it would have alerted the guards if Nene was on a mission of some kind. As a grand finale to the ovation, Nene placed her hands on her thighs and slammed her butt against the blond’s face hard, repeating this action for a total of seven times! With each butt slam, the ground around the girl’s head gained cracks that spider-webbed in all directions and even an indent of Nene’s butt could be seen in the dirt. 

The blond girl twitched against the ground as Nene slowly moved her bum away from her face, revealing just how awful the priss and proper girl looked after being subjected to her well-deserved punishment; her hair was a complete mess, her eyes were dripping wet which would’ve had mascara running down her face and her head had a faint dark green aura of onara flowing from it. She looked like she’d gone through the seven circles of hell all in one day!

“N-no more…!” The girl shuddered, “Please… no more! I’m sorry for everything I said to you and for what I did! Please let me- MMPH!”

Nene instantly sat back down on her face but did it at just the right moment where the blond opened her mouth. The loud and ominous sound of Nene’s stomach rumbling and growling like an active volcano about to explode, the Japanese-Korean girl gave some parting words to the Mega-Bitch who could only stare up at her back:

“How about you have a nice mouthful of milk~ Tabete, meinu! (11)”

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“Aah~! jedaelo bongsahae, gaenyeon-a! (12)”

Nene got up from the blond girl’s face, a copious amount of dark green stink clouds dispersed into the air with the remainder of it flowing from the unconscious girl’s mouth; she had already passed out from the amount of gas being focused down her gullet and being placed into her stomach as if she swallowed a basketball whole. 

Satisfied, Nene pulled up her tights and panties over her butt and pulled down her dress before casually walking away with a notable sway in her hips to break the lock with some cutters she found; leaving the knocked out blond girl in the junkyard with a mouth filled of her rancid farts.You could say the bitch got her… Last Supper.

Chapter Text

[Nene’s House - 6:40 AM]

Nene’s eyes creaked open as she was forced out of the dreamscape, a groggy moan escaping her mouth gave a subtle hint of what today entailed for her: School.

Throwing the bedsheets off of her, Nene hopped out of bed and gave herself a stretch with a yawn. She was dressed in her nightclothes consisting of a navy blue headband and shirt with yellow stars and indigo pants that could barely contain her bulbous ass.

BBBBbbbbbbrrrrrRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!

Her butt let out a loud yawn of its own. A foul odour of decayed meat, decomposing vegetables and stale rice filled her bedroom quickly like tear gas thrown at a group of rioters. Ah yes, the usual morning gas that often comes out of her anus in the early hours.

A perfect start to the day.

With a casual sigh, Nene pulled out her usual get up from her wardrobe, walked out of her room and headed straight for the bathroom to get herself cleaned up and changed. After bathing and brushing her teeth, Nene came downstairs fully dressed to make herself breakfast: Steamed Rice, Miso Soup, Grilled Fish, Kobachi and green tea. 

She ate the rice and fish in combination, the texture of the salmon meshed well with the fluffy taste of the rice. As Nene chewed, she checked her phone for messages from her boyfriend Pico as well as the Assassin Corporation for any mission she would be assigned to today. No updates from the corp but she did get a text from Pico in the form of a loving:

‘Good morning! 🧡 How’d you sleep last night?’

Giggling, Nene texted back:

‘I slept great last night.😊 Had a good dream but I didn’t get to see how it ended.’

‘With what happens in your sleep, I’m sure we both know how it would’ve ended. 😆’

Nene could almost sense Pico’s snarky grin when he typed that message. Always taking the piss with her whenever they were texting or in person, the Japanese-Korean girl found that aspect of her man cute among other things.

‘Then you don’t mind if I give you the spoilers? Or would you rather smell them instead?’

‘I’ll find out when we’re both in the bedroom. Get any updates from the corporation?’

‘Not yet, no. But I’m sure the Commissioner will throw out a text after school. Speaking of “hell”, ready to jump into it today?’

‘Compared to the missions we get, school doesn’t really bother me. I got to finish my breakfast. Meet ‘cha at school 😘🧡’

‘See ya there~ 😘💖’

Nene set her phone down, finished up her breakfast and got herself ready. Telling her mother she was heading to school, she headed out the door and started her walk to the institution. The pretty pink Asian woman travelled through her peaceful neighbourhood, passing by houses as her pink trainers connected with the concrete pavement. Small avian creatures sang their early morning special while vehicles drove by to their destination of work. 

Nene’s eyes wandered to her phone, expression as neutral as ever with the simple flick of the thumb followed by a tap on a specific app: iTunes.

Her left hand reached into a compartment in her bag, pulling out a small object covered by a cutesy Shiba Inu case that went well with Nene’s pink aesthetic. She placed her Airpods into her ears, the connection sounding off in her tragus as she scrolled through her playlist options. Her alabaster eyes catching sight of a particular song of choice.

'Excellent', she thought. The perfect song to make this boring walk more fun.

Like her boyfriend Pico and her friend, Darnell; Nene had her own selection of music she’d listen to. After all, why not make the walk to school more lively by listening to J-POP and K-POP? Tapping the song, the infectious beat caused a change in Nene’s walking stature. Her usual boring steps were now much more lively, evolving into dancing skips as she made her way over to school. 

What would today have in store for the pink dressed biracial girl?

[High School - 8:30 AM]

Two and a half hours later, Nene had already arrived at school without a moment to spare. At her locker, she twisted the knob a few times hearing the unlocking click as she opened the door to take out a book for her first class of the day. Shutting the locker door, Nene began to make her way to English Class with Mr. Wesley. While English was a notably boring subject to some people, Mr. Wesley’s charisma and excitable personality made the class a lot more entertaining in Nene’s personal opinion. 

Made it a lot better than boring old Math Class with Ms. Kennington. Try as she might, her teaching style would give the whole class a one way ticket to dreamland.

They’d have a lot more fun with a pink spherical alien child.

“Nene!” A familiar voice called out, snapping Nene out of her thoughts.

Nene whipped her head around to the sight of her boyfriend, Pico, walking up to her with a smile. She was quick to greet him with a kiss on the lips before she pulled away.

“Hey.” He greeted, blushing from the kiss.

“Hey yourself. How was your weekend?” She asked, walking down the hall with Pico.

“It was okay. I went out with my dad to the cinemas on Saturday and finished the homework Mr. Wesley gave us on Thursday.” The ginger summarised quickly, “What about you? How was your weekend?”

“Well…” Nene began, “On Saturday, I went to my grandma’s house to spend the day with her. She wanted to see how I was doing so I swung by to say hello and have some food. Let me tell you, Pico; my grandma is like a goddess at cooking!”

“Even better than your mom’s?” Implied Pico who got a nod from his girlfriend.

“No disrespect to Okasan (1), but her cooking is only half as good as Grandma’s.” She finished.

“I may have to come around to your grandma’s house to try out her cooking herself.” Pico mused. “Oh yeah, did you manage to-?”

“Complete the homework for Mr. Wesley?” Nene answered quickly as if she read her boyfriend’s mind, “Yeah, got that done over the weekend.” 

“Solid! Saves either one of us from getting detention, huh?” Pico quipped.

Nene nodded in response, “Oh yeah! Have you seen Darnell anywhere?” She questioned upon remembering their dark-skinned friend.

“Well…”

BOOM!!!

The couple’s heads snapped to the Chemistry Class door which had billowing smoke clouding the inside of the room along with audible coughing. The door swung open as Darnell escaped the confines of his botched experiment. Catching his breath, he took notice of his homies and gave them his usual greeting.

“Yo! Wass good, y’all?”

“He’s doing what he usually does.” Pico comments, waving to Darnell, “Hey Darnell! Another botched grenade?”

“Yup. Used the wrong chemicals in my concoction so that shit blew the fuck up.” Darnell explains casually as if he didn’t nearly cause a fire in the Chemistry Class.

The pink dressed girl rolled her eyes, “Be lucky nobody’s in that class with you. Don’t want to be the cause of another fire for the fifth time this week.”

“Ayy, that last fire was an accident!” The pyromaniac claims.

“Sure it was…” Pico and Nene sarcastically remarked in unison, their eyes half-lidded as black dots.

Darnell grumbled before wisely changing the subject, “Annnways… y’all get the update from the Commish yet?” 

Ding! 

Ding!

Ding!

Speak of the devil! 

The trio pulled out their smartphones on instinct, surveying the text they received on screen.

Commissioner: Pico and Darnell. There’s been some trouble down at the abandoned trainyard. We ain’t sure what it is, but we want you both to sort it out!

“Man, whatever’s causing trouble at the old trainyard must’ve worried the commissioner this much to require both you and I, Darnell.” Pico commented after reading the text.

“No shit.” Darnell replied, “Just hope it ain’t them goths again…”

“I doubt Cassandra and her cronies are behind this. And even if she was, I don’t think she’s dumb enough to get herself thrown in jail again.” The green wearing teen said reassuringly.

“What mission did you get, Nene?”

Nene turned her phone over to her boyfriend and best friend. Once they read what was on her phone, Pico and Darnell looked pleasantly surprised.

“Whoa…! Didn’t think the Commissioner would give you that mission. Let alone a solo mission.” Pico says in astonishment.

Darnell himself looked shocked, “He wants you to take that crime lord? Damn, didn’t think the Commish would finally send someone out to get him. How’d you get the mission, Nene?”

“Interrogated one of his goons into giving me information about him.” The Asian girl explained casually while putting her phone away.

Pico and Darnell simply whistled simultanously, already having full knowledge of the kind of torture method Nene had used on the poor sod. With that much said, their conversation would come to an end at the sound of the school bell. Pico and Nene headed off to English while Darnell walked to African American History, they’d all meet at break or lunch to discuss what they were going to do for their assigned missions.

“Now everyone! Time to continue our reading of Macbeth! Right after that, we’re going to write about how his character changes throughout the story!” Mr. Wesley spoke eagerly as he pulled out his book of Macbeth to read to the class.

The entire class grabbed their Macbeth books to follow along with Mr. Wesley, as he read the page on Lady Macbeth convinces Macbeth to commit the horrid act of taking his friend’s life. Pico and Nene’s eyes traced every word of the page in the book, making sure to pick out which paragraphs to use for writing about this hero-turned-villain. Pico took notes on which sections to use for his writing while Nene selected portions of the paragraphs from the beginning part to Macbeth’s eventual fall from grace.

Once they were done reading, everyone picked up their pencils to write down their analysis on how Macbeth changed from a hero to a villain using the notes and book as a reference. Pico and Nene wrote in their English notepads with superb speeds that would make one think their fingers had been imbued with the power of the Speed Force. Occasionally, Mr. Wesley would walk around the room, going to students who had their hands up to help them out.

After five minutes of solid writing, Mr. Wesley told his students to put down their pencils. The lesson would continue with fun, engaging discussions about Macbeth’s negative change arc, how Shakespear uses his writing in an expressive way as well as Lady Macbeth’s hand in Macbeth’s change in character. Whenever Mr. Wesley taught a lesson, it was a given that it was going to be a good one!

An hour would pass and class was dismissed just like that. Nene’s next class would be Maths with Ms Kennington or as she called it: An easy way to catch up on a few Z’s.

While walking to class, Nene felt a knot in her gut and she knew exactly what that meant. Looks like she won’t have to suffer another sleep-inducing lecture from Ms Kennington for the time being. Nene ventured down the hall, finding the girls’ bathroom in which she entered to see two female students doing their makeup. The pretty pink heroine paid them no mind as she found an empty stall to “release the hounds” in private. The moment Nene pulled down her tights and panties to sit on the porcelain throne, she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the students’ conversation.

“Did you hear what happened to Tracey?” One girl began.

“No. What happened?” The other girl asked, putting on some mascara.

“From what I heard, she and her friends attempted to jump that Asian girl who carries those knives around.” The first girl elaborated, “Said it was payback for getting stabbed by her.”

The second girl blinked, “Really? They went after her ? I didn’t think Tracey would go after Pico’s girl like that!”

“Neither did I. Nene’s pretty dangerous with or without her knives.”

“Well, what happened after that? Did Tracey and her friends teach her a lesson?” The second girl inquired, gently applying blusher on her face.

“Hardly. If anything, they only got their asses handed to them. Tracey and her friends smelled like they’d been thrown in a dumpster inhabited by skunks from whatever happened at the Junkyard.” The first girl scoffed, applying lipstick before popping her lips.

The second girl gagged, “Whatever Nene did to them, I don’t ever want to cross paths with her after hearing that story…”

“Don’t even think of messing with her, Pico or Darnell. I heard Tracey gained those slash wounds from badmouthing the ginger.” The first girl revealed, placing her makeup products away.

“Okay, keep my mouth sealed around Nene. Got it…!” The second girl gulped, hastily putting away her products in her bag, “We better head to class quickly! Don’t want to be late!”

The two girls left swiftly, leaving Nene alone in the now quiet facilities. A look of mild intrigue and amusement etched upon her face as she sat down on the toilet. 

Guess word must’ve spread about the Mega-Bitch and her failure to try and get revenge on her. Nene already had a pretty infamous reputation due to her knife carrying and stabbing tendencies, but the incident at the junkyard showed that she could rely on more than just her fighting skills and Tantojutsu to take down a group of people. 

Who knew having a big butt could come with some perks to break a vengeful bone in a popular student’s body. 

BBBBBBBbbbbrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrroooooOOOOTTTttttppppptttttt!!!!!

A thick blast of odorous fumes ruptured from Nene’s massive cheeks straight into the toilet bowl, causing the sound to bounce off the porcelain in an echo-y ring for a limited time. It was a good thing the girls had left quickly after that bomb was dropped because the air was instantly polluted with a fetor of decayed meat, decomposed fish, mouldy rice and miso soup. Nene was certain that if the girls had taken a few seconds longer, they would’ve been retching and coughing from the monster she just produced. Without hesitation, Nene lifted a leg for a reload.

PPPPPPPpppppppprrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrroooooOOOOOOoooooOOOOOAAAAAAAAABBBBBBbbbbbbrrrrlllrrrrlpppttt!!!

Nene smiled, exhaling out of her nose in relief from the humid hurricane she released onto the toilet bowl. The offensive texture turned the girls’ toilets into a makeshift gas chamber filled with the breakfast the asian girl had eaten this morning, making it a safety hazard for those foolish enough to enter. With her stomach satisfied for now, Nene pulled the fabrics of clothing over her plump ass and flopped her dress over it before leaving the bathroom to go to her maths class. 

Hopefully, it won’t be another snooze-fest with Ms Kennington…

[School Cafeteria - 1:00 PM]

“So, what’s your plan for your mission, babe?” Pico asked, nomming on his lunch. 

“From looking over the schematics of the building, there are a few entry points that I can go into in order to take down the crime lord.” Nene explained, “I’ll go through a vent or come in through the window.”

“Just don’t get stuck on the way into the vents~” Pico teased, earning him a playful punch in the arm.

“I’m sure the vents are big enough to hold this~” Nene winked flirtatiously, slightly wiggling her bum in her seat, “What will you and Darnell do at the trainyard?”

Pico tapped his chin thoughtfully, “Well… Darnell and I are going to do a scope of the place and if nothing happens, we’ll head back. But knowing us, the threat will probably rear its head when we least expect it.”

“Be careful.” Nene cautioned, a look of worry on her face,  “I don’t know what’s going on over there but… come back safe. Both of you.”

Pico held her hand gently and smiled, “Come on, Nene. It’s me and Darnell. We’ll be fine. I promise you.”

Nene cracked a smile herself, sharing a hug with her boyfriend before the two continued to eat their lunch. Darnell would eventually join them after finishing up his latest batch of grenades in the Chemistry class. Following the end of the lunch bell, the trio plied out of the lunch hall and towards their last classes for the day. Pico heading straight for music, Darnell towards Media Production and Nene towards P.E. 

This was a class that Nene was looking forward to. She saw the lesson more as a warmup or training session for her missions. Plus, she worked out in her spare time so the biracial girl was sure that the lesson would breeze by during the hour. Heading into the girls’ locker room, Nene bolted in the combination for her locker, pulling out her P.E Kit before getting changed into it alongside the other girls. 

Her outfit now consists of a plain white shirt with pink shorts and her usual trainers. The shorts were barely able to hold the dump truck that Nene was carrying around. Doing a few warm up stretches, Nene strolled out of the locker room and straight into the school’s gymnasium where their coach, Miss April, was awaiting her students' arrival.

From her right, Nene noticed a familiar head of blond hair and wounds that had since healed up. No surprises for who was in the same class as her. 

“Afternoon girls! Let’s start off with some warm-ups before we move onto the lesson!” She gingerly spoke with glee. 

The entire class of girls started off with some warm-up stretches to awaken their muscles, followed by some jumping jacks, press-ups, sit-ups and squats then finally, it was all capped off with a 2-lap run around the gym. A select portion of the class was pretty winded after these small warm-ups with only a select few including Nene having bits of stamina to spare. Taking a moment to recollect themselves, the entire class would witness their teacher bring in a large mat to the centre of the room along with a dummy. 

“Alright, girls. Today, we’re going to learn about self-defence and martial arts!” Miss April announced, “Because of… incidents … The Principal figured it would be for everyone’s safety to learn a thing or two on how to defend yourself.”

Nene lowered her eyelids in annoyance. Even though Miss April meant well, she knew that the incident between her and Tracey had got the Principal fearful of what would happen next. Granted, Cassandra and her gang did kick things off with the infamous school shooting; but what Nene did was tame in comparison. 

“Note to self: Next time, just knock the bitch’s lights out instead of stabbing her.”   Nene mentally berated.

Clearing her throat, Miss April continued, “I’ll show you all a few grabs and throws that you can execute even if you’re lacking in physical strength. For starters, when someone comes at you with a swing, you can dodge to one side then grab your assailant's arm, pivot your leg and hips before spinning around and throwing them to the ground.”

The coach demonstrated by grabbing the dummy’s left arm, spinning on her heel and hips then throwing the dummy to the mat, making a loud thwacking noise when it impacted the floor. She would fix the dummy back to its original position after suffering a painful throw to its inanimate body. 

“Next up, the Judo throw. It’s pretty much the same throw as before but you throw your opponent over your shoulder instead of to the ground. With both arms, grab their forearm and their chest before throwing them over your shoulder.”

Once again, Miss April demonstrated the Judo Throw to the entire class by using the dummy. Nene already knew a thing or two about martial arts given how she regularly goes to fighting classes and fights goons on the daily when out on missions, so it did seem a bit pointless given her extensive training. Regardless, she paid attention to the various techniques and throws Miss April was showcasing to the class. Nene had to admit it, her PE Teacher knew a thing or two about getting into scraps.

After her demonstration, Miss April would put each of the girls into groups of two for them to spar with one another and show what they knew about martial arts. Fortunately for some of the girls, they didn’t have to pair up with Nene. Unfortunately for Tracey, the blond popular girl, she had to group up with the asian femme fatale.

Having already experienced what Nene is truly capable of, Tracey was already dreading how it was going to turn out. She, at least, was glad that Nene didn’t have her iconic knives with her to scratch up her face like before. But after her last embarrassment at the hands of Nene, she was hoping not to repeat it again. Meanwhile, Nene was calm and reserved. She knew the moment they stepped onto the mat, it was going to be over before it started.

While she would’ve preferred to fight someone more experienced, beggars can’t be choosers. Nene would have to hold back so as not to seriously injure Tracey, even if a part of her believed she totally deserved it for the stunt she pulled at the junkyard a few weeks back. Once Miss April called upon the two girls, they stood up and headed straight for the mats. As per customs, Nene bowed before her opponent as a sign of respect while Tracey gulped and hesitantly did the same.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” She thought, getting into her fighting stance.

“FIGHT!” Miss April yelled.

Stealing her nerves, Tracey ran towards Nene with an easily telegraphed punch that was easily dodged by the latter. The popular girl threw several more punches aimed at Nene’s head which were also evaded before the stab-happy girl struck back with a palm strike to the sternum, sending Tracey staggering backwards with a hitched breath. The entire class winced, knowing a blow like that must’ve hurt. Tracey grimaced in pain but didn’t falter as she immediately went back in to land another attack on Nene. 

To those watching the fight, it was abundantly clear who had the upper hand in the fight. Compared to Tracey’s amateur fighting techniques, Nene was already leagues ahead of her. It was at this point that some began to feel sorry for the blonde girl for going up against a formidable opponent. To save her any more embarrassment, Nene swiftly grabbed a hold of Tracey’s arm and threw her over her shoulder where she slammed on the mats in a painful manner.

“Ow…” Tracey groaned out.

“Match over! Victor, Nene!” Miss April declared. 

Nene dusted herself off before bowing to Tracey, “Good fight.”

“And that’s that. Head to the shower, ladies. We’ll pick this up next week!” Miss April says, dismissing the class. 

With her last class of the day finished, Nene headed off to the changing rooms to get out of her sweaty gym clothes. A notification went off on her phone, halting the Japanese-Korean girl in place so she could look at the message.

Commissioner: The Crime Lord and his gang are getting ready to make their move! Head over to the building they’ve taken refuge in and take ‘em out, Nene!

Seeing the urgency in the message, Nene skipped out on the shower and changed back into her regular clothes. She didn’t care if she was sweaty from today’s class, a Crime Lord needed to be stopped immediately! Exiting the school premises, Nene followed the map on her phone straight to the location where her mission would take place. 

“Time to run this kingpin right out of town…” Nene addressed sternly.

[Crime Lord Building - 7:30 PM]

Arriving at her destination, Nene snuck up to the side point of the building quietly. She noticed two ways of getting in: The vent or the open window. Nene knew better than to take the open window less she risked her cover being blown so easily. Vent it was.

Pulling out her knives, Nene began to unscrew each bolt on the vent grate before pulling it off and placing it to one side. Nene crawled inside the vent, thankful that it was big enough to fit her wide hips and butt into.

Inside the building, a gang member walked through the halls with careful intent. His eyes shifted left and right on the off chance anyone was sneaking around when they weren’t supposed to. He flicked a switchblade rhythmically with his thumb as he patrolled the area, surveying his surroundings closely. As he walked underneath the vent, the mook heard something that made him glance up. Staring back at him was a large pair of pink moons descending upon him.

WHAM!!!

Nene slammed her massive booty against on top of the goon, smothering him under several pounds of pure asian ass! With the criminal quite literally under her, Nene decided to put him to bed for the night.

BBBBbbbbbbBbbRRRRRrrrrrooooorrrraaaaaaapppprrrppplllrrrttt!!!

A volcanic torrent of gas boomed out of Nene’s phat asscheeks, making them quiver from the force of the emission and generate slight vibrations in the ground. The man spazzed underneath the large bum of Nene, his nose overloaded with the malodorous stench of Japanese cuisine and school dinners. Within seconds, the man’s movements ceased abruptly and finally went limp. With a wiggle, Nene rose up from the unconscious man, releasing green fumes into the air to reveal his pancaked face due to Nene’s butt slam from above.

“Sweet dreams~” She said in a sickly, sweet tone.

Leaving the flattened man on the floor, Nene ventured through the building quickly yet quietly. While she controlled the power of the fart, Nene was certain that the other mooks heard it and would be coming in to check what was going on. Reaching a corner, Nene kneeled down and peeked over the wall to see more men with melee weapons and firearms respectively. Observing the area, Nene knew how to take out these armed men without being seen. She pulled out a canister from underneath her dress then tossed it out into the open.

The can clanked onto the ground, getting the attention of the goons in question. As some went over to investigate, the canister exploded almost immediately, releasing a nasty, thick dark green gas straight into the air. This elicited coughs, retches and gags from all the men, forcing them to drop their weapons to cover their noses or waft the stench away. 

Seeing her opportunity, the well-endowed asian girl sprinted into green smog and systematically took down each of the guards with karate chops to the neck, slashes from her knives or using her own butt to subdue them. Once the smoke cleared, all the mooks were unconscious with Nene standing over them all.

“Too easy…” She commented before leaving the room to advance to the next one. 

In the second room, there were a few more armed guards in the room. Some were having casual conversation while others were counting on the weapons, money and illegal substances they had obtained. Unknown to the clueless criminals, Nene caught them all in 4K 1080p with her smartphone and quickly sent all the information towards the corporation. 

“Sorry boys, but you won’t be progressing with your plot.” Nene tutted in a whisper, placing a hand over her butt.

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A faint hiss deflated out of Nene’s protruding backside, coating her palm full of methane. Sneaking up behind one of the oblivious guards, Nene grabbed him with her left arm and opened her right hand to release the noxious cloud of digested food straight into his face before covering his nose and mouth with her hand. The guard let out a muffled noise of fear and disgust until he eventually was induced into unconsciousness. She gently placed the guard on the floor before moving onto the second guard, taking him out with a chop to the neck before disappearing into any available hiding places.

One of the guards noticed their allies lying motionless on the ground, he attempted to shake them awake to no avail. 

“Got two of our guys unconscious over here!” He called out, “One of ‘em smells like crap!”

“Fan out and find who’s responsible!” Another mook responded from afar.

Perfect. Just as planned.

Nene’s mouth formed into a blade-like smile, she loved picking off her enemies one by one. It made things fun when they didn’t know who was taking them out. Plus, it gave her an opportunity to experiment with different takedown methods. 

A third guard patrolled around the room, his gun trained on the slightest of movement that came across his eyes. Before he could do another sweep of the room, he would soon be tripped up by a sweeping leg then fall face-first into something soft that forced his head to remain in place. Nene smirked, lying flat on her stomach with the man trapped in between her buttcheeks with her feet keeping his head locked in position. 

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Biting her bottom lip, Nene cracked out three blasts of gas straight into the poor sucker’s nostrils. Thankfully, his face muffled the noise the farts were making as his sinuses suffered the odour of decaying meat, fish, rice and stale vegetables that mixed with her musky ass. Like his brethren, the guard would suffer the same noxious-induced coma after his encounter with the caked-up asian girl. Shoving him off her butt, Nene slinked off into another hiding spot. 

Two guards decided to work together in order to find the mysterious assailant that was picking them off. One wielded a crowbar while the other had a simple pistol, both figured they could get the drop on the assassin and put an end to their plans if they teamed up. It was a great plan!

Too bad the assassin they were dealing with was much more experienced than they realised.

“Let’s see if this actually works…” Nene pondered, posing herself in order to put her plan into action.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Hopping in place, Nene clapped her ass three times which alerted the guards to her presence. The two men looked at each other before deciding to investigate with the gunman leading in front. As the gunman checked around the area, the crowbar-wielding fellow felt two delicate arms firmly wrap around his neck and mouth, preventing a cry of help to escape his lips as he was dragged away. 

“Joey?” The gunman turned only to see a lone crowbar on the floor, “Joey? Come on, this ain’t the time to be joking around.”

The pistol holster went over to the crowbar, wondering where Joey could’ve gone and how he could’ve been taken out so easily. 

“ Fufufufu~ ”

The guard sprang to his feet, “…The hell was that?”

He aimed his gun in front of him, slowly glancing around with his weapon following his movements. As he cautiously advanced, Nene sprung out from behind, latching onto his neck with her massively thick thighs. With a tight squeeze, the man felt his oxygen supply depleting rapidly, forcing his gun to clatter to the floor while he tried to smack Nene’s thighs.

The femme fatale grabbed his wrists and hoisted his arms into the air, preventing any further struggle. The man fell to his knees, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier before inevitably passing out. Releasing him, Nene placed the knocked out guard to one side.

“Last guard. Then off to the next room.” Nene spoke before she took off for the last guard.

Speaking of the last mook, he could feel the dread wash over him. His men were all taken out one by one and he was the last one standing. He clutched his AK-47 with a shaky hand, taking careful steps around the room. The guard would not get far as Nene rushed at him ass first, crashing into the mook and pinning him against the wall. The goon let out a pained moan into Nene’s colossal caboose, trapping him in between the musty ravine that was her ass crack.

Does this chick even wash back here? 

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Before he could question anything, the guard cringed once his nose picked up on an horrid meaty smell accompanied with a rotten texture of fish, vegetables and… expired dairy liquid. The man let out a disgusted scream that nobody besides himself could hear given the sheer m ass that was covering his entire head. Nene took pleasure in the man’s suffering, not that she would give a fuck about him had he chosen a more respectable person to work for. Wobbling her bubble butt, the pink-dressed girl prepared to fire once more.

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The second wave of noxious winds lashed out in a devastating fashion, causing the man’s head to rattle against the wall which had gained long, thin cracks around her plump posterior. The malodour increased in potency, being far too much for the pitiful man to handle and thus, passed out. Nene removed her cheeks away from the wall, revealing an indenture shaped like her ass in the wall as the man slowly slid down to the floor, a visible aura of onara flowing from his form.

“For trained guards, they have pretty shit endurance.” Nene remarked, slapping her ass before walking off to the next room with a sway of her hips.

By now, all of the guards had gotten word of their numbers dropping. They knew that if their boss heard about it, he’d demonstrate what happens if someone fails him. The guards got their heads in gear, weapons loaded and awaited for Nene with their guns pointed at the entrance. As if she had a sixth sense of the impending danger, Nene halted her steps suddenly then stood closely to the wall.

With a slight peek, the knife-wielder peeked out to gauge the number of men in the room. From what she counted, about twenty men were in the room and a half of them were proficient in firearms. For any normal person, that would be suicide to take on that many men! But to Nene?

This was just another weekday for her.

With her blades drawn, Nene rushed right into the room. Upon spotting her, the men all opened fire on the asian girl who swiftly dodged and slid under all the bullets that whizzed past her. She promptly punched one mook hard in the gut before kicking him away, followed by slashing another man’s face with her knives then roundhouse kicking a third into some boxes. One of the mooks attempted to gun her down but Nene used the blades of her knives to block each and every one of the bullets before advancing with a flying knee to his face to knock him down.

Nene quickly tossed out another canister towards a man wielding a baseball bat, causing it to explode and disperse her nasty fragrance in his peripherals. With the man stunned, Nene made short work of him with a series of punches and kicks then progressed to the next guard who ran at her with a knife. 

“ Baka… (2)” She scoffed in Japanese, flip-kicking the knife out of the man’s hands before hip-checking him to the ground.

Catching the knife in her hand, Nene threw it at a man who attempted to knock her out with the butt of his gun. Pulling out her proper knives, Nene placed them against her butt before farting on them, coating the daggers in her green fumes. With a swift spin, Nene ran up to the goons and took each of them down with her onara-coated knife slashes. Not only were they feeling pain from getting cut, they also could smell the horrendous odour leaking from the weapons which served to weaken them. 

Within a matter of minutes, Nene had taken down half of the armed guards in the room. But now, she was surrounded by the remaining ten men who all aimed their guns at her.

“Gotcha now, girlie!” One man grinned smugly, “Whatcha gonna do now?”

Nene simply raised her right leg and allowed the response to answer for her.

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“Ahhh~ That’s what I’m gonna do.” The thicc biracial woman retorted to a room of unconscious men.

Fortunately, they were the last lines of defence the crime lord had. That meant that Nene could end things quickly and head back home for dinner and a shower. Kicking in the double doors, Nene strutted right into his room that was filled with the usual things a kingpin would own. Large desk, statues, books and a large portrait of himself. How egotistical…

The kingpin himself was a gruff, brown haired caucasian man with a long scar running down his left eye. He wore a sophisticated black suit and tie with a white shirt and dress shoes. Jewellery adorned his fingers and neck and he wore a stern, cold expression. When Nene kicked in the door, he was busy writing down in a notebook.

At the sight of Nene, his stern look turned to mild annoyance.

“I’d appreciate the common decency of knocking, thank you.” He said in a low yet intimidating voice.

“Spare me your common curtsies. I came here to put an end to your criminal empire for good.” Nene retorted, putting a hand on her hip.

“I see… I didn’t expect my men to be defeated by a young woman such as yourself.” The Crime Lord verbalised, the fury clear in his eyes at the incompetence of his men. 

Calming himself, the Crime Lord stood up from his seat and hopped over the table. 

“Since my men couldn’t take you down. I’ll just have to teach you some respect myself! As the old saying goes:”

“You want something done right, do it yourself.” Nene quoted.

“Exactly…”

The Kingpin entered into a brawler stance while Nene took a Karate stance. They circled each other for a good while before the Crime Lord made the first move. Nene narrowly avoided a jab that could’ve broken her nose before responding with a kick to the ribs. The Crime Lord effortlessly blocked the kick, pulled the young woman towards him then punched her right in the stomach hard. 

Nene grunted in pain, but that didn’t stop her from hopping on her feet and throwing out a roundhouse kick to the man’s head. Stumbling back from the blow, the Crime Lord merely shook off the injury and went in with some fast and precise punches. Nene parried and blocked the strikes while throwing in some of her own attacks at the man. The two combatants would exchange blows with one another for a while until Nene managed to nail the Crime Lord in the shin, grab him by the arm and throw him across the room with incredible strength! 

The man crashed against the wall, slightly dazed but recovered just enough to see Nene’s booty heading right for him. He evaded the “Nene Bomber” with a dodge roll, causing the wall to crack from the impact of her attack. Cursing under her breath, Nene went back into the fight as the man stood to his full height to attack the Asian woman. She managed to get in a cheap shot at his crown jewels, causing him to buckle before she jabbed the kingpin twice then push-kicked him away. 

Wheezing in pain, the Crime Lord clenched his fist in a rage before shoulder tackling Nene in her stomach, sending her careening towards the wall before he pinned her and violently punched her in the face and stomach repeatedly before throwing her to the floor hard; putting Nene in a position that had her ass pointed in the air. This, however, would prove to be the man’s downfall as the pink dressed girl’s stomach began to act up. 

Cracking his knuckles, the criminal mastermind slowly advanced towards Nene with a tense stride.

“Any last words before I send you off to the morgue?” He beseeched coldly.

“MMMnngggh~!”

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The Crime Lord was taken aback by the unladylike gesture that came from his opponent. It was notably loud as well, having enough power to make some of his books fall off the shelves. The sound could’ve been enough to halt his advances, but then came the smell. And when it tickled his nose, the Crime Lord couldn’t help but grimace in disgust. He had experienced many different stenches in his time, but none could compare to what Nene’s butt just produced! 

“Ugh! Sickening…!” He gagged, attempting to move away from the green cloud of stink that wafted into the air.

Recollecting herself, Nene stood up from the floor to face the disgusted fiend. She had a few bruises on her face from the beating she took, but the fire in her white eyes refused to extinguish as she quickly began to turn the tables on the Crime Lord. With a hard boot to the face, the man crumbled to the ground like a stack of bricks. When his vision started to clear, he saw Nene standing over him with glowing white eyes that could make the bravest of warriors feel intimidated. 

Turning around, Nene pulled down her bubblegum tights and white panties down to reveal her massive, glistering sweat covered booty to the Crime Lord. She instantly dropped that thang right onto his head hard, causing the room to rattle from the impact. The man was immediately bombarded with the musky, swamp ass that emitted from Nene’s buttocks. Given she didn’t have time to shower or clean herself up from P.E class, the aroma built up over time was added on due to the current mission she was on, which made it really stuffy in her tights. And once she pulled them down, the musk spread out into the room. Bits of sweat ran down Nene’s humongous booty, making it glimmer in the moonlight due to how shiny it was. 

Nene shifted her weight back and forth and side to side, smothering the Crime Lord underneath the sheer mass of Asian booty. The man couldn’t believe it. Him? A criminal mastermind feared by all reduced to nothing but a mere seat cushion by a Japanese-Korean girl dressed in pink. It was an embarrassment that would ruin his reputation in the criminal underworld if word got out that a senior high school student had made him her bitch.

But his humiliation was only just starting. 

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Seeing no reason to hold back anymore, Nene dropped the first bomb she’s been suppressing since the start of her mission. And bomb would be an apt way to describe her fart because the entire room shook as if one had just detonated! Books dropping to the ground, statues tittering haphazardly and the portrait swinging dangerously as the nail clung to it with dear life. The Crime Lord felt his face muscles flutter from what was unleashed from Nene’s backside, his skull rumbled as if an air horn blared right into his ear canal.

The fetor in the room grew to resemble a rice field inhabited by skunks who had eaten rotting meat and fish before lapping up expired milk from a river. To the Crime Lord, it felt like his nose was on fire. He was certain that if he starred in the movie, Predator , it would’ve been over in less than 30 seconds.

Nene’s ears twitched in delight at the kingpin’s muffled screams, karmic justice for his shady dealings and for attempting to kill her. She shook her bulbous buttcheeks onto his face, bouncing and gyrating to smother the stink all over his face. Squishing her butt with both hands, Nene let the second booty bomb drop.

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The Crime Lord felt his eardrums rupture from the deafening sound Nene made with her ass. It was like hearing a landmine go off at close range and had an equal amount of power behind it too! The private quarters quaked violently, more books crumpled to the ground, statues toppled over and shattered upon impact and the portrait shook as if it was a pendulum clock. The funk of musk, meat, fish, veggies and milk quintupled in redolence. The walls began to peel and gain cracks in a spider-webbing fashion, showing the instability in the room. The kingpin could feel his strength get sapped away from the foul odour emitting from the Asian girl’s butt. 

He raised his arms to try and push Nene off him but she grabbed both his wrists firmly, pulling them up which locked him deep into her ass with his nose pressed up against her anus. With a grin, Nene continued her rancidity onslaught.

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Could this third fart even be considered a bomb at this point? 

Given the immense pitch and punch it had, it could be classified as a cannonball bomb. Unable to take the pressure anymore, the book shelves crashed onto the floor, sending splintering wood chucks skittering across the ground. Pieces of the broken statues rattling across the vibrating floor as the cracks upon the wall grew larger and more apparent. The stink in the room was slowly becoming more and more equivalent to a gas chamber in a prison meant for executing prisoners. 

The Crime Lord felt his sense of smell slowly erode from the amount of butt explosions he suffered from Nene. He had no will to fight back or to even scream, they were reduced to pitiful, weak mutters and muffles. Dropping his hands, Nene began to twerk her phat, jiggly booty against the man’s head; bouncing it up and down in a rapid fashion as her claps rang out into the room, causing the windows to vibrate and crack. She swished her hips from side to side, alternating between the two buttcheeks over and over again until the floor started to rumble.

The man felt the massive, unwashed Asian butt smash, smother and crush his head over and over again. Increasing in force and velocity as Nene actively put her back or her ass into every consecutive booty slam. Her bum clapped loudly as she dropped it hard and fast, filling the poor fool’s nose with the scent of her smelly ass. With one final ass slam, Nene decided it was time to put the man out of his misery. 

Her body steamed with a bright red aura(3) which seemed to have a chain reaction with her stomach, because it was gurgling like a volcano ready to explode. Nene gave the crime lord a sweet smile… before it changed into a menacing blade-like grin.

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“Ahhhh~ Felt good to let that one out~” Nene cooed out in relief.

No words. 

There were no words that could describe that… nuke Nene just unleashed upon the crime boss. The building was practically on its last legs given the state Nene left it in: Windows broken apart, walls either cracked or destroyed and floors so unstable that a single step would cause the entire thing to collapse! The Crime Lord who had been underneath Nene when she unveiled her big bang, couldn’t take much more of the stench and passed out after three seconds. His entire body was covered in a plume of green gas while his head was rendered as flat as a pancake due to the Asian girl’s twerk session. 

If one was to see his unconscious face, he’d have a look of shock, disgust and pure fear all rolled into one. He wouldn’t be increasing crime or partaking in any shady dealings after what he was put through. With a swing of her hips, Nene walked away from the inhabitable building, texting the Commissioner that she’d succeeded in her mission. In response, she had gotten much praise from the man alongside her pay for the weekend.

Nene returned home an hour later, ate dinner and took a long hard-earned shower after today’s mission. In her pyjama clothes that consisted of white shirt with a shiba inu on the chest and pink pants decorated in doughnuts that revealed a bit of ass cleavage, Nene was currently engaging in a cellular conversation through text messages.

‘And after the brain exploded, Darnell and I were airlifted to safety before we fell into molten lava.’

‘So the disturbance at the trainyard turned out to be an alien?’

‘Yup. Not the Penilian kind, thank God. How was your mission? Hope the crime lord didn’t give you too much trouble.’

‘Nah. He and his goons weren’t that hard to handle. After I gassed them out, I doubt they’ll be following through on increasing crime, blackmailing others or dealing drugs.’

‘Guess they learned the hard way when it comes to you and your sexy booty~ 🧡 ’

‘Yup~ 😘 Only you can handle the good stuff, baby~’

Pico soon received an image from his girlfriend which made his face turn red. It was a selfie of Nene laying on her bed, her lips puckered in a kiss as her mountainous ass barely covered by her pyjama pants presented itself in her current position. He wished that he was at Nene’s house just to fondle all that cake right now.

‘Damn~ May have to come around next time to experience the action myself~ 😋 ’

‘You’re always welcome around my place, Pico~. Right now, I’m tired as fuck. I’ll talk to you in the morning. 😴 Goodnight 😉 ’

‘Night, Nene. 😙 ’

Placing her phone down, Nene stretched with a yawn before pulling the blankets over herself and shut her eyes, entering the world of the dreams once more. Nothing more than a typical day for Nene.

Chapter Text

“I must say, Agatha. I’m astonished that you’d want to teach here at my school,” The principal said with a bit of perplexity, “After what happened with Cassandra, most teachers won’t even work here…”

Agatha waved her hand dismissively, “It will take more than a school shooting to stop me from working here. I’ve read Cassandra's report of her… “outburst” and I believe that with my teaching, no student will have to resort to turning the school into a bloodbath.”

“A word of warning; some of our students are a bit… problematic so to speak,” Cautioned the principal. “They would do away with inexperienced teachers if given the chance.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Principal.”

“They’ll eat you for breakfast. I mean it, one or two of them will enjoy it too. Be careful.” The worried headmaster warned.

“You needn’t worry… I’ve dealt with problem children and rambunctious teenagers. By the time I’m through with them, you’ll have a pair of model students!”

The principal’s mouth curved into a relieved smile, taking Agatha’s hand in a grateful handshake. He had found the solution to scrub the horrible reputation bestowed upon his school in the form of a school teacher from another district. Agatha dressed like your average lecturer eager to shape the young minds of today, wearing a grey cardigan over a white button-up dress shirt, khaki pants and black dress shoes. Her blond hair was neatly combed and put together in a bun and a pair of glasses rested upon the bridge of her nose.

Breaking their handshake, Agatha turned around and left the Principal’s office. Her notable wide hips swayed from side to side as she did so. There was still some time before all the students would arrive at school today which gave Agatha the appropriate time to get set up for class. She’d memorised the schedule of her current classes like the back of her hand: First was Homeroom, next up was Maths followed by Physics, then History, Technology and lastly, English. 

Agatha’s glasses turned white as she pushed them up against her face, “…Time to deal with one of these ‘Problem Children’.”

An hour later, Nene was at her locker taking out a few textbooks for her upcoming classes. The moment she closed the door, her pink trainers didn’t even make it two steps before Nene scowled at the last person she expected to see aside from Cassandra; Tracey.

The slash marks on her beautifully smug face had vanished completely after a few weeks and her posture was back to its ‘Queen B’ nature rather than the meek, fearful one after incurring the wrath of the big hipped stab-happy Asian girl in school and at the junkyard. Already, Nene’s mood had been soured but something about Tracey’s reacquired pompous attitude both confused and annoyed her further.

“…What are you so happy about?” Nene asked, placing a hand on her hip.

“Oh nothing. Just the fact that outfit somehow makes you look even more of a slut than usual,” The blonde callously spat.

“At least my breath doesn’t reek like I just devoured shit from the school’s toilets.” Nene fired back casually.

Tracey’s eye twitched some, but she held her ground. “Hmph! I wouldn’t act so confident if I were you, Miss Popular.”

“And why’s that?” Nene questioned, already moving away from Tracey. “You gonna send your friends after me again like last time? Or try and take me on yourself because that didn’t go well last time.”

“Oh I’m well aware, Nene. You’re going to regret what happened at the Junkyard…” The snobbish blonde warned ominously.

Rolling her eyes, Nene headed to class after giving the Queen Bitch her spoon of attention. Tracey wasn’t much of a threat to her, the junkyard incident more or less proved that. But something about Tracey’s warning didn’t sit right with the pink-dressed girl at all. Her newfound confidence and shade-throwing were what tipped Nene off that something was up… 

Normally, Tracey would skedaddle at the mere sight of Nene. So what caused the stupid girl’s resurgence in morale? Whatever it was, the biracial woman didn’t like it one bit. 

Arriving in Homeroom class with the rest of the students, Nene took her designated seat and plopped her bag right in front of her feet. Once everyone was seated, Agatha walked into class with her hands behind her back and a warm smile to the students.

“Good morning, everyone!” She greeted happily, “You may call me Mrs. Agatha! I’ll be your new homeroom teacher!”

The class all respectfully greeted her back in unison. Agatha’s eyes briefly scanned Nene out of the classroom of pupils, they narrowed for a brief moment before she continued with her lecture.

“I understand that your previous homeroom teacher, Mr. Flacit is on leave due to sickness. I’m filling in for him until he’s well enough to return. I’ll be filling in for him until then.”

The students seemed fairly content with this explanation. Mr. Flacit had been a little under the weather lately and while he was quite a tough old bird, even he needed medical aid and rest. Reaching into her bag, Agatha pulled out a few worksheets and handed them out to all the students. 

“Mr. Flacit gave me an activity worksheet for you all to do before your first lesson.” The blonde tutor explained, “Complete them in a timely manner and hand it back to me at the end of class.”

By the time Agatha reached Nene and handed her the worksheet, the teacher shot a quick sneer at the Asian babe before heading to the front of the class. Nene glanced at the piece of paper in front of her and noticed something additional to her sheet. A smaller pink slip of paper with big bold letters clear as day at the front:

Detention Slip

The fuck? A detention slip? What did she do this time?

Nene continued to slip, getting to the reasoning for her detainment. When she did, a feeling of indignation welled up in the Japanese-Korean woman’s body.

Reason for detention: Harassment of a fellow student.

Fellow student? She barely even harasses anyone here! Glancing around, Nene noticed that the other students didn’t have the same detention slip like she did. Out of all the students, she was singled out by the teacher. Nene would raise an objection about this later; for now, she focused on completing her worksheet. 

Homeroom soon ended once the first period bell rang loudly. The students all filed out of the door, escaping the classroom to their next lesson after forty-five minutes of boring activities. However, only one student remained in the empty room with Agatha and she made her presence known by showing the pink detention slip in front of Agatha’s face.

“Why do I have a detention slip?” Nene interrogated, “I haven’t even done anything wrong…”

“You’ve read the reason for your detention.” Agatha deflected dismissively, “Now get to class, you’ll be late.”

Agatha gathered up the sheets of paper, putting them away in her desk drawer. However, Nene wasn’t satisfied with this so-called answer and pressed the issue for a proper explanation. 

“Who did I harass then?” The biracial woman in pink demanded, “You at least have to tell me that.”

The tutor exhaled air from her nose annoyed. Was this brat still on about this? Agatha had a feeling that Nene wasn’t going to leave until she was given a proper reason for her detention. Why couldn’t this girl be a submissive student and just leave without pressing her for answers? 

Agatha gave Nene a look, “You were slinging out insults and threats to another student among other things. A young girl had told me what you did to her and I saw you earlier today engaging with this student. Do not try to lie to me, Nene. Or make up some excuse that you didn’t. I’ve read your wrap sheet.”

Nene curled an eyebrow in confusion. How the fuck did this teacher know about what happened this morning? Let alone what happened prior to the after school incident at the junkyard. The only people who knew about that were herself and-

“Because of those reasons, I’m giving you an after school detention.” Agatha continued, giving Nene a glare. “And don’t even think of dodging this one because you’ll face an even harsher punishment of ISS if you do…”

Nene’s right eye twitched in irritation before she quietly spun on heel and left the classroom in a huff. It was utter bull in Nene’s personal opinion, she had already served the previous detention for slashing Tracey's face. So why was she given another one for merely throwing shade? 

“You’re going to regret what happened at the Junkyard…”

Those words rang clear in Nene’s mind. If she wasn’t suspicious of Tracey before, she definitely was now. It wouldn’t surprise the knife obsessed chick if Tracey and this new teacher were in cahoots with each other. Seeds of revenge were planted and they were going to bloom into a noxious punishment for the blonde bitch who was too inept to learn from her last mistake.

“That bitch is going to eat those words later on when I’m free from detention…” Nene thought darkly.

Six hours elapsed and the end of the school day had arrived. Most of the students left the building, happy to escape a day’s worth of torture while some remained behind for extracurricular activities or study sessions. As for Nene, she headed straight to the homeroom class for her detention. 

When she met Pico and Darnell during the Lunch period, Nene vented to them about the unfair detention Agatha had given her for something that happened last time. Understandably, both boys thought such a punishment was ludicrous for a teacher to throw out for an incident that was weeks old. The Trio discussed reasons as to why their friend (or girlfriend, in Pico’s case) was targeted by this new teacher.

Nene did have her suspicions and it mostly had something to do with Tracey. Pico and Darnell were already aware of the mean girl, especially after Nene beat her up and taught her a lesson in the Junkyard. Tracey just wouldn’t give up when it came to trying to get her own back at someone who stood up to her.

Walking inside, Nene noticed just how empty the classroom was given the amount of vacant desks in the room. There, Agatha was waiting for her at her own seat with a stern gaze. Nene took a seat at an empty desk, locking eyes with the blonde teacher for a moment before focusing on the clock on top of the wall.

[3:00 PM]

Just one hour till freedom.

On the plus side, it gave Nene a chance to catch up on homework that had yet to be completed. So at least this detention wasn’t as boring as the last one. The room was deathly quiet save for the sounds of Nene’s pencil connecting to paper and the page of a book Agatha was reading being turned. 

Nene was on the fourth question of her Maths homework when a putrid smell entered her nasal cavity, making her twist the corner of her lip in slight aversion. The blood crazed girl glanced around a bit, wondering what could’ve caused such an odour in this room. Maybe it was some dead rat in the walls or something. That was it, yeah. Just some dead rodent.

With that bit of rationale, Nene went back to completing her Maths homework. Peering from behind her book, Agatha grinned at the small reaction Nene made. Anything small was significant in making Nene repent for her “sins” against Tracey. Agatha continued reading her book but very subtly shifted her hip to one side.

Ffffffffffffssssssssssssstttttttt…

A muted hiss escaping the crack of Agatha’s rear end, spreading the foul aroma of baked beans, veggies and stale bread into the classroom. Nene, who was on the seventh question of her homework, sniffed the air twice and recoiled a bit in disgust. There’s no way this could be the rotting corpse of a rodent, even if the smell produced could equal that of death itself. Nene gazed over at the teacher reading a book, her eyes narrowing in suspicion before slowly returning to finish her homework.

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Agatha’s left eye twitched, letting another silent eggy one drop in the almost-vacant classroom. Behind her book, she smirked deviously at the reaction that Nene would have to this latest fart. As strong as she is, nobody could withstand being hotboxed within a classroom with all the windows locked. This was Agatha’s preferred punishment whenever a student was in detention with her: let out several SBDs until the duration expired or the student passed out. And it was fitting considering what this Asian brat did to her dear Tracey.

Little did Agatha know however, she was dealing with someone who wouldn’t fold so easily like the last students. By the time of the third reticent fart, Nene was onto the golden haired teacher. 

So all of this was a brilliantly designed trap, huh?

A normal person would have either been retching, covering their nose, trying to open a window or a combination of the three actions. But Nene knew better than to give this prickly teacher the satisfaction of seeing her in a weakened, vulnerable state. Memories of being held captive by certain criminals who thrived on seeing people terrified taught the young girl not to give them the desired reaction they wanted.

“If this bitch wants to try and gas me out in here, then why don’t I give her a taste of her own medicine…” Nene internally spat.

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With a slight change in posture, a hushed hiss of methane began to flood the room slowly. Agatha turned to the next page, engaging in her novel but stopped when her nose picked up on a dreadful pong that had the top part of her face turning blue. Agatha futility waved her hand to fan away the stench, but the more she did, the more the stench began to multiply in potency. 

Agatha tore her eyes from her book and straight onto Nene who was wrapping up her Maths homework. She couldn’t believe it! This girl was able to produce an odour far stronger than her own! This could not stand at all! Agatha scowled, her hands gripped the sides of her novel but she calmed herself. She wasn’t going to let Nene bully her like she did with Tracey.

Ppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssstttttttt….

Agatha tilted her hips to one side, releasing her fourth SBD of the day. She hoped that her lunch - consisting of beans, veggies, meat, bread and eggs - would produce a concoction to overwhelm Nene or even have her reeling in disgust. In response to the vile fart, Nene calmly put her completed Maths homework in her bag then zipped it up while shuffling in her seat a bit.

Fffffffffffssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….

And out came another silent fart. A mixture of today’s lunch - Pizza, chips and chicken with a side of milk - resulted in a malodorous fragrance that matched Agatha’s stench before ultimately exceeding it! Agatha felt as if her olfactory senses had been slapped hard from the gag-inducing fetor that came from Nene’s large round bum. The teacher reflexively put a hand over her mouth, a visible look of disgust plastered on her face.

“How can this bitch have farts that smell even worse than mine?!” Agatha screamed in thought. 

She felt her face turn a shade of green. Agatha did everything in her power to prevent the building up of bile from escaping her mouth. Clenching her other hand into a fist, Agatha prepared herself for whatever Nene threw at her. It was an endurance match and both girls weren’t going to give up until one of them was induced into a stink coma.

Fffffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Agatha pressed her glasses against her nose, making them shine in the light’s reflection as she released the next hushed landmine, producing an empowering aroma that could burn the nose hairs of anyone that dared to be in the same room with this toxic teacher. Nene winced from the horrible smell but held her ground firm as she countered with something just as repulsive. 

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For a total of 15 seconds, Nene’s anus let out an exhale of vileness until it ceased. Agatha’s smug demeanour began to falter the moment she took a single whiff of the air polluted by hers and Nene’s SBD, her face turning blue due to the hotboxing they were doing. Agatha could handle her own farts, no problem. But Nene’s in conjunction with her own? No way her nose could withstand that without falling off her face!

A few coughs escaped the back of her throat as Agatha glanced straight at Nene who was staring right back at her with a calm, emotionless expression. A second later, the pretty pink knife wielder flashed the sweetest, most innocent smile at the older blonde woman as if she hadn’t done anything wrong. Agatha’s face turned a crimson red, furious that this… this harlot would dare mock her with a pleasant smile as if they were on a picnic in the park! 

The professional mask was beginning to crack and Nene knew that the tutor was going to reveal her true colours in just a few moments. It would just take a little bit of provoking for it to completely shatter into pieces and Nene felt as if this teacher deserved it for wrongfully giving her a detention over a small argument with Tracey. Locking eyes with Agatha, Nene leaned forward in her chair, resting her arms and breasts on the desk. Her mouth curled into a cat-like grin with her tongue out, butt wiggling in a taunting manner. 

Agatha narrowed her eyes hatefully. “If this whore really thinks she can overpower my stench, she’s got another thing coming!”

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Agatha nearly fell out of her chair when Nene interrupted her silent fart with her own explosive one. It was like a landmine had just detonated underneath the classroom floor, threatening to collapse the walls around them! Silence was all that remained after Nene’s show of dominance over the inferior teacher’s pitiful display of trying to hot box her. 

“Oops~! Did I do that~?” Nene asked rhetorically.

The classroom looked more like a gas chamber with how hot and humid it was inside. That and the visible clouds of methane made it quite difficult to see what was going on from an outsider’s perspective. Unlike the silent droppings of gas that produced a deadly fragrance when sniffed, Nene’s eruption amplified the stench that almost made it unbearable to be stuck in the classroom with her! Agatha felt her sense of smell perform laps from the immense stench that came out of Nene’s plump posterior.

The pink-dressed yandere turned her attention to the clock on the wall.

[3:30 PM]

Half an hour left till her “detention” was over. 

“So, you done trying to fuck with me?” Nene interrogated the blond instructor. “If you’re not, just know that you won’t be smelling nice for several weeks…”

Agatha shot Nene the most venomous glare she could muster through her glasses. 

“You… little… BRAT!!!” Agatha exclaimed, standing up from her desk in a rage.

Nene watched her with unimpressed eyes as the teacher continued her angry tirade.

“I REFUSE TO LET SOME PINK DRESSED CUNT LIKE YOU DISRESPECT ME LIKE YOU DID TO MY DAUGHTER, TRACEY!!!”

…Daughter?

Everything immediately clicked in Nene’s head. After what happened at the Junkyard, Tracey weaved up a fabricated tale of events to her mother about how she and her friends were jumped by this horrible young girl dressed in pink, obviously leaving out the fact that Tracey was the one who started shit with Nene and attempted to try and jump her with her goons. And now, the teacher-mum was here to dish out some revenge for her dear daughter. 

Nene massaged the bridge of her nose. When will this Queen Bitch ever learn to not fuck with her?! 

“I see that my usual method of punishment won’t work here…” Agatha spoke calmly, her head lowered at a menacing angle. “I think it’s best if I personally dealt with you myself…”

The older woman changed her posture to an aggressive one, her arms raised in front of her with her hands between her chest. Nene couldn’t believe what she was seeing; was this teacher really this resentful about her daughter getting her just desserts and being made a fool by a half-Japanese, Half-Korean girl? 

Scoffing; Nene flowed into her Taekwondo fighting stance, “Give it your best shot. Hope you’re a better fighter than your daughter.”

A small growl rumbled in Agatha’s throat before she rushed forward. Agatha’s hand thrusted out in an open palm strike that Nene easily evaded then responded with a jab then a strong backfist to Agatha’s face. The teacher stumbled back, her nose and cheek stinging in pain but she shook off the damage. 

Instead, Agatha came at Nene with a swift neck chop. Nene quickly raised her left arm high to block but felt a fist forcefully plant itself straight into her stomach. She then suffered a palm strike to her external oblique and a kick to her shin. 

A dark smile curled on the tutor’s lips. Yes! The insipid brat was in pain! Agatha felt the dopamine rushing through her body as she clenched her fist for a rock hard punch to finish this battle early. Before she could land it, Nene swung her leg out in the arc of a moon.

BAM!

Her pink sneaker made a harsh connection with Agatha’s cheekbone, knocking both the wind and confidence out of her sails. Momentarily stunned, Nene spun on her heel and thrusted her big butt against Agatha’s body, sending the woman flying to the wall.

Agatha’s body reverberated against the hard wall, bolts of pain shot across her body as she collapsed on her knees. It took her a moment to recover from such an assault from Nene, the blonde mother’s feet almost buckled when she slowly rose from the ground. 

Nene’s position changed to a back stance, her hand beckoning the adversary to come at her in a taunting manner. Gritting her teeth, Agatha surged towards Nene at alarming speeds. She grabbed a nearby chair from a desk and hurled it towards the Japanese-Korean girl who dodge-rolled out of the way just in time.

The chair crashed into a set of desks causing a large pile of them to be scattered across the room. Agatha did not let up as she came in with a hip thrust of her own that Nene was barely able to defend against! 

Agatha glanced back at Nene. “Got you now, bitch!”

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The teacher let loose a torrent of yellow stink clouds in Nene’s face, her body sliding across the room from the force behind such anal winds! The stench did just as much damage to the female mercenary as she began to cough a bit. Despite that, Nene stood firm with a serious look on her face.

Agatha clicked her tongue in annoyance. Of course that fart didn’t have much of an effect on the wench… Still, Agatha wasn’t going to stop until her daughter was thoroughly avenged from her humiliation and Nene was coughing up her fumes. The teacher lunged towards Nene with a flying kick, a rookie mistake that was taken advantage of by the young Asian woman who grabbed Agatha’s ankle and judo-threw her to the floor.

Agatha hit the floor with a WHAM! as she winced in pain, her head spinning from her body slamming against the ground. Her vision was foggy for a moment before it cleared to see a pair of large pink circles hovering overhead.

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Nene dropped a butt bomb of noxious magnitude detonated point blank in Agatha’s face. The floor shook from the booming fart, blowing away any nearby desks that were in the blast radius. Agatha’s ears rang for only a few seconds then returned when she heard the giggle of Nene above her. The odour was the worst part as it had Agatha’s nose hairs sizzling off from the overpowering funk of dairy liquid, pizza, fries and milk! It was so much to handle all at once!

Agatha extended her leg out in a vain attempt to sweep kick the biracial assassin, but Nene jumped a few feet away from the outstretched limb. Agatha wheezed and coughed, taking a moment to catch her breath whilst glaring daggers at her opponent. 

“Don’t think… for a second… you’ve won, you worm!” The teacher spat between ragged breaths.

Nene grinned, placing a hand on her hip. “Really? Because it looks like you’re about to drop dead unconscious right then and there~.”

Agatha turned a slight shade of red. Now this hoe was just underestimating her! This was not going to stand at all! Rushing in like an angry bull, the not-so-golden teacher spun around and stuck her bum out to strike Nene’s stomach, though the pink anti-heroine was prepared for an attack such as this. 

Turning a full 90 degrees, Nene used her own booty as a bouncy shield to cancel out Agatha’s butt bump. Both bubble butts squished up against each other, wobbling profusely as the two women entered a power struggle, sending heated glares at one another.

“It’s cute to think that your pitiful rear can compete with mine.” Agatha chided spitefully. 

“At least my big booty’s got a body count unlike your deflated sacks of flesh you call an ass, Babā (1)!” Nene countered, insulting the teacher in Japanese.

Agatha grit her teeth, “I dare you to repeat that again, you biracial wench!”

“Old. Hag.” Nene repeated in English. “Just stating facts in case your entitled ass can’t hear me over your condescending tone.”

“Well, this old hag has some tricks to teach you about respecting your elders!”

After some resistance, the two opposing forces pushed away from each other and landed a few feet apart. Agatha was the first to turn around, tackling Nene to the floor like an American Football player. The teacher took this chance to hammer into Nene with fierce punches, each strike laced with vitriolic intent behind them. Nene’s head rattled around like a bobblehead from the blows, raising her forearms to mitigate Agatha’s punches then grabbing hold of the woman’s fists.

Placing her sneakers on Agatha’s stomach, Nene bent her knees, flexing her thick legs and shoved the teacher off with incredible leg strength! Agatha crashed into the wall, forming a large crack from the impact. Nene swiftly stood up and slowly walked towards Agatha menacingly then thrusted her huge ass straight into the blond bitch of a teacher’s face.

FFFFFFFFFFffffffffbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

A blaring fart roared to life from Nene’s anus, booming straight into Agatha’s face with the sole purpose of rupturing her eardrums and violating her delicate schnoz. Agatha’s body spasmed from the scent of digested cafeteria food and milk entering her nasal canal. The wall itself gained far more cracks than when Agatha’s body smashed into it the first time. 

Nene pulled her massive booty away from Agatha’s face, releasing a plume of green clouds into the room. Agatha looked positively awful to say the least; her neat blonde hair had strands poking out in different directions, her face was caked in stink and sweat and tears were running down her face. The teacher gagged, struggling to get back to her feet to continue the fight she started. 

Anger, hatred and despair filled Agatha’s very being as she was not only getting her keister whooped by a senior High School student, but was getting a taste of her own medicine and then some. Agatha refused to be humiliated any further! She was a teacher, dammit! And she was going to school this Asian brat if it's the last thing she does!

“I have one last chance…! Time to turn up the heat!” Agatha thought.

Aiming her ass towards Nene, Agatha grunted and strained as her stomach gurgled loudly. With all the reserves she had left in the tank, the teacher pushed her intestines to their limit! It was now or never!

“HNNRGH~!”

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Agatha blasted Nene with a virulent stream of yellow gas, completely covering her and the room in an eggy stench! Not letting up, Agatha rushed into the yellow cloud of her own creation to land some sneak attacks on Nene’s face and body. Punches, kicks and even hip thrusts to try and bring down the unstoppable force that was Nene. The blond tutor continued her onslaught of strikes until she hopped out of the cloud to deliver the finishing blow.

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A final explosive fart erupted from Agatha’s plump buttocks, filling the room with nothing but the scent of rotten eggs and baked beans. A large yellow smog of onara caked the classroom, making the room resemble some sort of torture room with no chances for fresh air coming in or the bad smell to come out. 

Agatha’s mouth twisted into a cruel smirk at the slowly dissipating fart cloud. Her confidence was at an all time high from putting an end to her daughter’s tormentor, her vengeance now accomplished. The mother had done it! 

She had won! She taught that bitch a lesson! She-

“…Was that all you got?”

Agatha froze.

No… no, no, no! It couldn’t be! It wasn’t possible!

Agatha slowly turned near 90 degrees to face the now-evaporating stink fog to see Nene with her arms crossed and hip tilted out to one side. A look of disinterest and boredom was plastered on her face as she fanned the bad smell away from her face. Agatha felt all the morale drain out of her body as she stared in disbelief at the young Asian girl standing in front of her. 

Two strong farts along with a barrage of attacks… and Nene took it all like it was nothing!

“You finished yet?” Nene asked, crossing her arms. “Because it’s about time I schooled you on a lesson in ass.”

Clenching her teeth in barely contained anger, Agatha charged at the senior student with a shriek of desperation. The teacher’s arms and legs lashed out in a furious blitz of attacks, being more focused on speed as opposed to power. Nene effortlessly blocked and parried the sloppy fists and feet thrown her way by Agatha. 

Sensing an opening, Nene retaliated with her own flurry of strikes towards the prickly blond teacher. Each punch and kick were fierce, precise and vigorous; and Nene made sure Agatha felt every single one of them. The teacher felt hard blows connect to her ankle, rib-cage and forearm before the mixed-raced girl turned around and rammed her huge buttcheeks straight into Agatha’s midsection.

Agatha felt as if a bullet train had rammed into her at full force. Her body rattled from the herculean strength backed behind a single booty bump, the air blown out of her lungs before the teacher herself was launched across the room! Agatha crashed onto her desk hard then her chair, sliding down to where her head rested on the seat.

Agatha felt her body throbbing from intense pain, her strength sapped as she stared up at the ceiling weakly. Humiliation set in at the fact that an eighteen year old Asian girl had made a fool out of her, outgassed and beaten the teacher in a physical confrontation. Little did Agatha know, this was only the beginning of her degrading defeat…

Nene approached Agatha, her white eyes glaring down at her thrashed enemy. The blonde tutor could only watch as Nene grinned, loomed her pink mammoth moons and planted them firmly on Agatha’s face. The chair squealed out from the added weight placed upon it, though Nene didn’t care. She merely shuffled her massive musky booty against the older woman’s face to get comfortable.

“Just like your daughter, you made the grave mistake of trying to screw with me.” Nene spoke icily, “So let me teach you the same lesson I taught your daughter back at the Junkyard.”

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Nene followed through on her threat by ripping out a sonorous ass grenade on Agatha’s face for a 13 second duration. The floor shook immensely from the huge force, rattling all the scrambled desks about. The room filled with dark green clouds, most of it going straight into Agatha’s nostrils. Agatha felt her olfactory senses melt away from the horrid stench, her body twitching as if she’d be struck by a chair at full force!

Nene fanned her nose, “Damn, that reeks! Would hate to be you down there~!”

“MMMMPPPHHHH!!!!” 

Agatha howled in disgust, though it was muffled by Nene’s big cheeks. The big-hipped Asian mercenary grinded her bum on the blonde haired educator’s head, smothering her face in the residue of ass funk. Agatha barely had little, if any, strength to try putting up any resistance. Her aching, weak body wouldn’t allow such a task to be done. Nene readjusted herself onto Agatha’s face then hoisted up a leg.

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A deep rumbling fart escaped from Nene’s rectum, making the chair and Agatha tremble as if they were drenched by extremely cold water. The room didn’t fare much better as the desks and chairs all tumbled all over the floor, ground shaking like a meteor smashing into concrete. Another horrified moan of disgust came from the pitiful teacher below, her nose already picking up on the increase in fetor. 

From the corner of her eye, Nene noticed the top drawer of the desk slightly cracked open. Her curiosity guided her hand to audibly pull the drawer open to reveal its contents inside. Agatha stiffened when she heard Nene humming casually while ruffling through the open cabinet. 

“Ooh~! What’s this?” Nene smirked, pulling up a few folders. “Hmm… Didn’t expect to find these files here~. Let’s see what’s inside~.”

Was… was this girl trying to look through her personal files?!

Agatha tried thrashing about. Her body twitched and shook desperately to try and free herself from the gugongus gumdrop (2) that had imprisoned her face to no avail. Nene cracked the files open, the documents now free for her eyes to glaze over. Each file she scanned had Nene surprised… then it slowly morphed into a grin and then a more sinister grin.

“Oh! I didn’t know you had a bunch of reports regarding Tracey’s bullying.” The Japanese-Korean girl divulged, grinding her ass on Agatha’s face. “I was wondering why that bitch seemed to get away with tormenting other students. Guess I know why now…~”

The teacher halted her struggles, her heart sinking deep into her stomach as Nene read one of the files. 

“Tracey has quite the notorious record; bullying, lying, subterfuge, cheating on tests, threatening her peers…” Nene continued, making Agatha sweat buckets from underneath her ass. “This would be enough to get her suspended… or expelled~. And what’s this? A document about you?”

Agatha felt a sense of immense dread well up in her entire being. Her body froze against her will, unable to even do anything when Nene began reading out the report file on the teacher’s wrongdoings.

“Misuse of authority when dealing with students, school cases swept under the rug regarding your daughter. Wrongfully punishing students for little reason. And a hitlist on various students you planned to suspend or expel? Myself included? My my, how convenient…~” Nene listed as she pulled out her IPhone to snap pictures of each file. 

Before Agatha could muffle out a protest, Nene slammed her phat cheeks against her face, grinding her ass hard on the teacher’s head.

“You could report me to the principal for what I’m currently doing to you… But if you do, I’ll just mention alllll the missing records of Tracey’s record, your abuse of power and hitlist. And I think we both know what will happen after that~.” Nene taunted.

And with that, Agatha’s resistance had eventually run out. Nene had gathered so much information on her that if the lecturer were to report what happened, it would cost her job, her reputation and her daughter’s education. And she couldn’t risk everything she’d work for come crumbling down. Agatha was now beginning to regret messing with Nene…

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Two massive farts had the chair, floor and walls roil intensely from Mt. Nene’s eruption. Even Agatha felt her skeletal system quiver from the two monstrous nukes that had her nose reconsider staying on its owner’s face and take a vacation from all the noxious abuse it endured. The smell was so unbearable that it sucked away any remaining strength Agatha had left to even lift up a pinky. 

What could be worse than being farted on by a high school student?

“Hmmm… What else did I do when I taught Tracey a lesson?” Nene wondered, wiggling her hips. “Oh, NOW I remember~! I. Did. This~.”

In a similar case of Deja Vu; Nene shook those humongous bootycheeks against Agatha’s face, the large Asian mounds of flesh smothering and rubbing all over the teacher’s head, getting it completely covered in the residue of stink and ass musk. Positioning her arms at her shoulders, Nene bit her bottom lip as her booty sloshed and jiggled together like jello. 

WHOP!! WHOP!! PLAP!! CLAP!! CLAP!! WHOP!!

With a resounding crash, Nene made her victory known to the school by clapping those phat, sweaty Asian cheeks together with incredible force. The thunderous ovation blared off the classroom walls and out into the halls that would’ve disturbed anyone in their after school activity. Agatha felt her head decompress like an accordion as Nene twerked against her face with every consecutive clap. Now she knew how her daughter felt when making the grave mistake to start shit with Nene at the Junkyard. And the teacher was suffering the same humiliation of being fart-bombed then twerked on by a big booty Asian girl just like Tracey. 

Nene placed her hands behind her head, allowing her booty to smash against Agatha’s face repeatedly, threatening to flatten her head on the teacher’s chair. With one final ass slam, Nene grinded her humongous rear on Agatha’s face. Her stomach gurgled ominously, a sound that had the blonde tutor filled with a cold sense of dread. The last thing she would hear is a sickly, sweet giggle before a small grunt of effort. 

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What came out next could be legally classified as an explosion more powerful than the Tsar Bomb itself. An explosion so smelly that it could rival some of these most toxic stenches in the world or possibly beyond that. The following was a total of eight minutes of pure torture that one wouldn’t wish their worst enemy to be subjected to, though it seemed to go on for several hours or so. By the end of those eight minutes, the classroom was in a state of disarray. 

The windows were blown apart from the earth-shaking fart, desks were scattered everywhere and the door was almost blown off its hinges. As for Agatha who was under Nene’s butt, she experienced the full detonation point blank! Her sinuses overwhelmed to such a point that she passed out after four seconds of Nene’s eight minute big bang.

“Ahhh~. Much better~.” Nene sighed in relief. 

Nene shook her bubble butt and stood up from the desk, revealing what happened to the terrible teacher. Agatha was covered head to toe in sweat, musk and green stink clouds. Her neat blonde hair was now sprawled out over the chair, face as flat as a pancake as wisps of fart residue flowing from her mouth that was frozen in a disgusted, fear-stricken expression with rolled back eyes.

Agatha definitely wouldn’t be messing with Nene ever again after what she was put through. Now that problem was taken care of, there was just one more person the Japanese-Korean Assassin had to deal with…

Mega-Bitch.

Stepping out of the crop-dusted classroom, Nene travelled through the hallway with tranquil fury etched on her face. At the same time, Tracey was walking down the school halls to find her mother as it had been an hour since she had placed Nene in detention. Tracey could already picture seeing Nene’s unconscious body in the classroom while her mother stood over her in victory, that would teach the Asian skank not to embarrass her! 

Tracey’s hopes of revenge were shattered almost instantly once she saw the familiar pink dressed girl coming towards her. The angry white eyes burning holes into her head that had the blonde girl shaking like a life. There’s no way… It… It wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be! How did Nene overcome her mum?! 

Before Tracey could process the situation or book it in the other direction, Nene grabbed the bitch by her shirt and effortlessly dragged her outside of the school. Tracey tried to wrestle her arm free to flee from her enemy, but Nene’s grip was almost iron-like. Reaching the bleachers, Nene tossed the pitiful popular girl onto the floor and loomed over her menacingly.

“Since you didn’t learn the last time what happens when you tried to fuck with me… Let me give you a refresher course so it can get through your thick skull…” Nene growled, pulling down her tights to reveal her massive ass.

Tracey backed away fearfully, “No… No! No! Stay back! Stay back! W-We can talk about this, Nene! Please! Please don’t do this! No..! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!!!!!”

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Tracey laid flat on the ground unconscious, her body covered in a sickly green aura of onara while her mouth emitted a foul odour like a chimney. Nene skipped away from the bleachers with a relieved expression on her face, satisfied that she taught both Tracey and her mother a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget. 

And this time, the message would now stick to them as will the smell for several weeks.