Being bullied could be worse (Patreon exclusive story)

Luis sat alone in the university library, his books spread out in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. Three months into his new degree, and the familiar sting of isolation hadn't faded. The laughter from Megumin, Aqua, and Darkness, though not always directed at him, felt like a constant reminder of his outsider status.

One day, while seeking solitude in the less frequented parts of the university, Luis found himself in an awkward situation. He was in the restroom, his phone in hand, when the door swung open. Panicked, he dropped his phone, which slid across the floor, stopping at the feet of Megumin.

She picked it up, glanced at the screen, noticing some NSFW content, and then at Luis with a smirk. "Caught you," she whispered, but instead of mockery, there was a playful tone in her voice.

She gave him her phone back after calling herself quickly, leaving Luis with 1000 questions in his mind alone on the restroom. Later that day he received a whatsapp from her saying: "If you don't want anyone to know that you are a pervert, you will better do as we say."

The next day, Luis received another message, this time with instructions. "Meet us at the old art studio after your last class. Don't be late," it read. His palms were sweaty as he approached the studio, the setting sun casting long shadows that seemed to point him towards his fate.

Inside, Megumin, Aqua, and Darkness were waiting. The room was dimly lit, with art supplies scattered around, giving it an air of abandoned creativity. Megumin stepped forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, Luis, you like to play dangerously, huh? Let's see how far you're willing to go."

Aqua giggled, holding up a piece of paper. "We've got a list of tasks for you. Complete them, and your secret stays with us. Fail, and well..." Darkness, usually the more reserved of the trio, added with a surprising eagerness, "And don't think of this as just blackmail. Think of it as... an exploration of your limits."

Luis nodded, his throat dry. The first task was simple yet embarrassing: he had to wear women's underwear to class the next day and show proof by the end of it. The following days were a blur of increasingly daring tasks. From serving them lunch in the cafeteria while wearing a maid's apron to writing an essay on why he should be more submissive, each task pushed Luis further into his role. But with each completed task, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment, a release from his usual inhibitions.

The tasks escalated quickly. On the fourth day, Luis was instructed to meet them at Aqua's dorm room, which was notorious for being the epicenter of wild parties. When he arrived, the room was dimly lit with scented candles, creating an ambiance far removed from the usual college chaos.

"Today's task is a bit more... interactive," Megumin announced, her voice low and teasing. She handed him a blindfold. "Put this on." Luis complied, his heart racing. The darkness heightened his other senses. He could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft giggles, and then felt hands guiding him to sit on what felt like a plush chair. "Today, you'll be our model," Darkness said, her voice closer than he expected, breath warm against his ear. "But not for art. For... experience."

He felt the soft touch of silk as they tied his hands gently but firmly behind the back of the chair. Then, the sensation of lipstick being applied to his lips, followed by the taste of it as someone kissed him, a playful peck that turned into something deeper, more exploratory. Aqua whispered, "Let's see how well you can keep still." What followed was a series of touches, some teasing, some more intimate, each girl taking turns to explore boundaries, teaching Luis the art of touch without sight. The blindfold made every brush of skin or breath an intense mystery.

The tasks turned into lessons of sorts. Megumin focused on verbal commands, teaching him to respond to words with actions, enhancing his sensitivity to tone and intent. Darkness, with her fascination for endurance, tested his limits, pushing him gently into realms of light bondage, where control and surrender danced a fine line.

Then came the night where they introduced him to a more public display. They were at a small, private party. Luis, under their command, served drinks, but this time, he was dressed in nothing but a silk robe, which was to be opened or closed based on their whims...

...would you like a part 2? What do you guess happens next?