Chapter 310

"You there! Come here a second!"

Miyuki stood at the school gate, busily calling out to the freshmen. Her experience from the winter semester showed; she managed them naturally, radiating a subtle authority.

Thinking she finally looked the part of a true Student Council member, I submitted to an inspection by another council member guarding the gate and entered the Academy.

After parking, I crossed the campus while keeping a close eye on the outside of the gates. A welcome face appeared: Hiyori was walking inside with Miho.

They stuck together like glue, as always. Both of their faces brimmed with life. They were clearly looking forward to their time at the Academy. I approached the gate, keeping my distance so I wouldn't interrupt Miyuki's busy work.

"Asahina!"

Miyuki had spotted Hiyori and urgently called out to her.

"Yes?"

Hiyori answered brightly, just as she always did. It felt like a bit of déjà vu from the start of the winter semester, except this time Miyuki actually knew her name.

"Is this about my skirt length?"

At Hiyori's question, Miyuki smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, it is. I checked it during the winter, but just in case..."

"You actually remembered?"

"You were the only one who got caught for it."

"Oh, really...?"

Hiyori offered an embarrassed smile, and I had no idea why she looked so incredibly pretty doing it.

"Hmm..."

Miyuki hummed as she scrutinized Hiyori's uniform skirt. Even though the hem clearly reached just past the knee, Miyuki's eyes darkened with suspicion as she stared intently at the fabric.

After inspecting Hiyori's uniform for a while, Miyuki finally nodded.

"It's cutting it close... but I think this is fine."

Hiyori beamed and asked, "Thank you! Can I go now?"

"Yeah."

"You don't have it out for me, do you?"

"You said the exact same thing last time. I can see why you'd think that, but no. I checked today, so you don't need to worry anymore."

"Oh, really?"

Hiyori's expression turned incredibly meaningful. Her eyes gleamed as if she had just found a loophole in Miyuki's words. However, Miyuki was too distracted by the other students to notice.

"Well then... keep up the good work."

Hiyori bowed along with Miho. Miyuki barely spared them a glance as she replied.

"Sure. See you. Work hard in your first class."

"Yep."

As Hiyori walked through the gates, she muttered something to Miho. Hearing it, Miho let out a soft sigh, her face plainly saying that Hiyori was incorrigible.

It felt like she was about to cause some minor trouble. I was curious. Adding a bit of tension to my otherwise mundane life made my heart race a little.

With the morning's little incident still lingering in my mind, I turned to head back to my classroom, only to spot Renka walking up ahead. She had a small bag slung over both shoulders. Sneaking up quietly, I tapped her on the shoulder.

"President."

"Eek...!"

Even though she had definitely felt my presence, Renka didn't look back; instead, she quickened her pace. Chuckling at the refreshing reaction, I raised my voice slightly and called out to her retreating back.

"Hey."

Renka's footsteps faltered. But that was it. Without lashing out, she resumed her fast pace, distancing herself from me. She had clearly decided to just pretend she hadn't heard me.

Was it because I toyed with her so much? Or was she just thoroughly immersed in her spanking play lately? She had been subtly ignoring me during the break, and she was doing the same now. Even so, she was always playful before and after we slept together, and she frequently messed around as Ino-chan. She was really easy to read.

I took a few long strides, catching up to her, and asked, "Are you going to keep ignoring me like this?"

"..."

"Do you want another spanking?"

"Ah, jeez...! Keep your voice down...!"

Only then did she turn her head to glare at me. Looking flustered, she glanced around nervously before letting out a deep, heartfelt sigh.

"Haa... Why are you making such a fuss calling me?"

"I asked what you were doing."

"I'm going to class. Can't you tell?"

"Where's Master?"

"They said there was some business in the Club Room."

"Stopping by there first?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you here, President? You should have gone together."

"I asked, but they said there was nothing for me to do. Happy now? Back off. And stop talking to me. The bruises from last week still haven't healed."

Saying that, Renka rubbed her left cheek. Having been spanked by me so much, she was clearly just lying to wriggle her way out of this.

I knew I hadn't hit her hard enough to leave bruises, Renka knew it, and even the heavens knew it. I had no idea why she was exaggerating so much. Clicking my tongue, I threatened her.

"If you try to worm your way out of this like that, I really will hit you hard enough to leave bruises."

"W-What..."

"So hard you won't even be able to sit..."

"Y-You think I'll just stand there and take it?"

"I'll even bring a cane..."

"Do you have a death wish? Stop messing around."

"Does it sound like a joke to you?"

"..."

Gulp.

Under the weight of my serious tone, Renka swallowed hard. Was she feeling anticipation mixed with her fear? Surprisingly, her expression didn't look too bad.

"You lied, didn't you?"

At my follow-up question, Renka took a half-step back, her lips working silently.

"I..."

"Cut the nonsense and just answer yes or no. You lied, didn't you?"

"...Y-Yeah."

"Then what should you say?"

"Um... I'm sorry...?"

"Exactly. Good girl."

Renka's face flushed with humiliation. Still, she didn't seem too upset about it. Having constantly subjected her to light discipline up until now, she seemed to have accepted it as the norm.

Maybe it was time to move on to the next stage. That tail plug I bought last time... it was still sitting untouched.

No, what Renka needed most urgently was service training. Next time shouldn't be the plug, it should be a blowjob. Though it would be even better if we could do both.

Mulling over various ways to humiliate her, I spoke up.

"Want some candy?"

"Candy...? Now...?"

"Yeah. Or I can give it to you later if you don't want it now."

"Uh... no. Just give it to me later..."

"Sure thing, then."

"...But you're not going to punish me for putting it off, right...?"

Ah... Showing me reactions like this and endlessly feeding my desire to dominate. How could I not love Renka?

"I'll decide based on how you act. Get to class."

"W-What are you... Hya...?!"

Fired up and ready to argue, Renka suddenly flinched. I had discreetly poked her waist where no one could see. I gazed in satisfaction at Renka's thoroughly primed submissive side, then told her I'd see her later and walked on ahead of her.

Mhm... The very first day of the spring semester, and my heart was already singing. I loved it. I had a feeling good things were going to happen.

Swaaash—!

Rain poured down like a waterfall, and the dark storm clouds blanketing the sky left the classroom gloomy. The torrential downpour that began during morning classes showed no signs of stopping even as lunchtime rolled around.

I generally liked rainy days, but this kind of deluge—like a hole had been torn in the sky—was a bit much. My cheerful mood from earlier was completely washed away, leaving me feeling gloomy.

"This spring rain is a bit... intense."

The Vice Representative sitting in front of me muttered to herself. I couldn't help but fiercely agree. It would have been nice if Miyuki were here at a time like this... but as it was the start of our proper second-year semester, she was busy with Student Council work and wasn't in her seat, which was disappointing.

Slumped listlessly in my chair with my shoulders sagging, I called out to Bread Girl, who was quietly munching on a bun in front of me.

"Hey, Bread Girl."

"Cough."

"Give me one too."

"Kehek!"

"Hurry up."

I glared at her as she resisted, and intimidated, she meekly pulled out a fresh cream bun and handed it over along with some milk. It felt like I was extorting her for lunch money, making me feel inexplicably guilty.

"Never mind. I was joking."

"...Cough?"

"I'm not hungry."

Handing the bread back to Bread Girl with an apathetic expression, I stood up from my seat.

"Where are you going?"

The question came from Tetsuya, who was sketching in the seat next to mine. I actually liked him lately—he finally seemed to know his place and stayed as quiet as a mouse—so I figured I could at least give him an answer.

"Just going for a walk."

"Oh, really? Got it."

His eyes looked off. There was something chilling about them. No, wait. Tetsuya always had those kinds of eyes; I shouldn't let it bother me.

Anyway, the guy used to be scrawny, but he actually looked like he had put on some size now. Was he still going to boxing? He really seemed to be pouring his heart into it. His childhood friend completely falling for me must have been one hell of a wake-up call.

Even so, he was still an idiot. He wasn't a threat, just an annoyance... Wasn't he going to transfer schools or something? If it were me, my bruised pride alone would have made me want to get far away from Miyuki.

Leaving the classroom, I debated heading to the School Store, but the heavy rain quickly changed my mind. I'd stepped out because I was bored, but there was nothing to do. Maybe I should check out the First-Year Hallway? Yeah, I'll do that.

It sounded like stalker behavior, but so what? I just had to make sure no one else realized it. Entertaining that slightly dangerous thought, I headed down the stairs with a light step.

Pretending I had business at the Faculty Office, I crossed the hallway and shot a sideways glance through the windows of Class 1-C. I spotted five or six students crowded around a desk in the center. Through the gap between the boys and girls, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair. It was Hiyori, looking so vibrant that just seeing her was like a splash of fresh lemon juice.

She was chatting amicably with Miho in a warm, friendly atmosphere. It was the first day, so it should have been awkward, yet Hiyori was already surrounded by a crowd of both guys and girls. She must have greeted them all with her natural sociability.

To be drawing this much popularity already... Good thing White Day had already passed. If it hadn't, she absolutely would have been bombarded with gifts.

Regardless, as time went on, Hiyori was only going to become far more popular. There would always be guys swarming around her, wagging their filthy tails. My first goal was to drastically advance my relationship with her before that happened. So that Hiyori would pour all her attention onto me alone.