Ninon Sasou
Basic Info
| Sex: | Female |
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| Pos., Food Chain: | Middle |
| Class: | 2-C |
| GPA: | 2.9 |
| Species: | Human(?) |
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| Type: | N/A |
| Year: | 2 |
| Club Activity: | Tennis Club |
Student Bio
A toxic and entitled personality gifted with a killer figure, Ninon's haircolor and penchant for luring unfortunate boys into hell make her disturbingly similar to a carnivorous plant. Just as tempted insects ignore remains of previous prey, men ignore her past at their peril. If lucky, they're toyed with and tossed aside. Unlucky ones learn the simile isn't rhetorical.
Like any carnivorous plant, Ninon puts most of her energy into attracting new "prey," though her body makes it so easy even her seduction has taken on a bored, disaffected tone. She never makes the first move, though she often picks targets: she merely sets her trap and waits. It was that predatory instinct that first brought her to the tennis club: she knew their skimpy outfits would attract boys most effectively. Her fellow club members don't bother asking her to play anymore. She's usually busy posing for social media, her 21st-century flycatcher.
Ironically, what protects most men is Ninon herself. She's notoriously picky, prone more to crushing rejections than to accepting advances. Even just her cruel dismissals leave devastation in their wake, but they're blessings in disguise. To be caught in her embrace is no victory.
Fate
After two years of effortlessly entrapping her looks-obsessed, easily-suggestible peers, only a real challenge could get Ninon excited to feed. Crispin_DeVries was supposed to be that challenge — but he turned out to be far, far out of her league. Her charms proved ineffective against the expert manipulator, who quickly beat her at her own game: before the evening was out he had her bent over the tennis net, just as droolingly eager and obedient as the countless hapless students she'd turned to fertilizer after they fell for her proverbial flytrap.
She was far less obedient when Crispin swallowed her (though despite her best efforts, she still somehow gave him everything he wanted). Unfortunately, none of her victims were alive to see her get her comeuppance, but the predator himself was happy enough with his victory to add her cum-stained skirt and humiliating, mid-fuck photo to his trophy wall. Ninon died after hearing the cruel mockery of her peers, knowing that her carefully-curated reputation would be destroyed as surely as her body. But she needn't have worried: besides that body, nobody ever really liked her much anyway.