My girlfriend was raped when she was a basketball team manager (adult rape and abuse novel)

My ex-girlfriend likes basketball as much as I do. We have been playing and watching basketball together since high school.

Later we were admitted to different colleges, but our love remained unchanged.

She became the team manager of her school's team, and I joined our school's team.

That day was the college league championship game. Our school had gone through a lot of hardships to get to this point, and I was involved as a first-year super fighter.

The opponent is a strong team that has never lost. It is said that they play with a strong style, as if they are risking their lives. Moreover, everyone on the team can score, making them a tough opponent.

It’s my girlfriend’s team.

I met my girlfriend at the entrance of the gymnasium that day. Due to the tight schedule of competitions, we hadn't seen each other for almost two months. The girl in front of me had changed so much that I could hardly recognize her as the innocent girl from high school.

She had newly dyed dark red shoulder-length hair, her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red, she wore a white boat-neck blouse, and thin-strap Roman flat sandals that were tied around her calves.

It's like she dressed up specially for today.

"When did you start dressing like this? Rabbit?" I asked in disbelief. I always nicknamed her Rabbit because she was white and plump like a rabbit. But now he seems to be a little thinner.

"Just for today!" she said with a smile, but her eyes were not on me.

"Are you going to celebrate because I won the championship?" I asked with a smile, and was about to go up to hug her, not caring at all that she was the manager of the opposing team.

"Maybe. You're all sweaty and stink." She pushed me away and ran into the gym.

When the game started, we were beaten almost all the way. The opponent players were really fierce and we almost let them have whatever they wanted.

There was even a center who dunked under the basket. Not only me, but even the seniors on the team couldn't do anything about it.

In the end, we lost the championship by a huge margin.

Feeling lonely, I looked towards the opponent's bench and saw my girlfriend happily hugging every player.

"Are you our manager's boyfriend?" the other coach asked behind me.

"You...?" I turned around and saw the opponent's coach's kind smile.

"I heard and saw it outside the gym. You played well today. Your girlfriend also loves basketball. She's a good girl." He patted my shoulder and then walked away.

Back in the players' lounge, everyone was listless. After all, losing the championship by such a big score difference was hard for anyone, including me.

Suddenly I really wanted to say something to my girlfriend, so I left quietly and walked into the corridor.

The corridor was empty. I slowly walked through door after door. I knew where the opposing team's locker room was. It was just in front.

The door of the players' lounge was not closed properly and there were some strange sounds of water coming from inside. I walked closer and looked inside through the tiny gap in the door.

All I saw were a few shirtless players with their muscles showing, standing shoulder to shoulder with their backs to the door, seemingly watching something and having an excited discussion.

Although I had a bad feeling in my heart, I also felt that such a disgraceful thing should not happen.

I couldn't see anything clearly from here, so I went to the next room, which I knew had a connection to the players' lounge.

I climbed up the cupboard in the next room, pushed open the ceiling and went in, from where I could see what was happening in the players' lounge.

I looked down from the vent and was stunned.

There were about a dozen strong players in the room, the ones who had just defeated us to win the championship, and the room was filled with the smell of sweat. Some of them were only wearing ball pants or sports shorts, while others were naked and their penises were erect.

Standing in the middle were four people forming a circle, and squatting among the four people was a girl, who took turns licking the dicks of the four people.

The girl had newly dyed dark red shoulder-length hair and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. It was hard to tell what she was wearing, but you could see that she was wearing a pair of newly bought thin-strap flat Roman sandals, as if she had dressed up especially for today.

That's their team manager and my girlfriend.

"Hmm...how many points did you get?" The girlfriend asked him while looking up at the player's dick while sucking it with relish.

"Six...six points..." The man stammered in pleasure, with his hands clasped behind his back, holding on as if he was about to ejaculate.