Chapter 333

"What were you talking about with those two?"

I asked Miyuki the moment she returned to the classroom.

Even though it wasn't particularly hot, she had insisted I fan her with my hand before she answered.

"I asked if they happened to know where the first-years go to smoke."

"And what did they say?"

"They didn't know."

"They aren't exactly the type to know about things like that, are they?"

"I thought they might have stumbled across it. I've been asking the other first-years too, but no one seems to know."

It was nice to see her rolling up her sleeves and stepping up, but it seemed a little dangerous.

I doubted there were any troublemakers among the first-years on the level of the old Superi circle, but hot-blooded young delinquents rarely looked before they leaped...

If she stepped in only to get cursed at and hurt, it would break my heart.

Of course, as a member of the Student Council and someone in charge of Public Morals, she was just doing her job.

I stared at Miyuki, who sat with her eyes closed as I fanned her.

"They're probably at the Incinerator."

"The Incinerator? You mean the trash incinerator?"

"Yeah."

"Students aren't allowed back there. The faculty should be keeping an eye on it, right?"

As if the kind of punks who broke school rules as easily as they breathed would care about a restricted area.

If anything, they'd jump at the chance to use it as a hideout.

Miyuki was far too trusting.

She was the type to believe in the inherent goodness of humanity over its innate malice.

"There's probably a rat hole or something they use to sneak in without getting caught."

"How do you know? Personal experience? Did scary seniors use to drag you out to places like that?"

"Nonsense. Anyway, if you want to go, tell me first. We'll go together."

"Because it's dangerous?"

"Obviously. By the way, how much longer do I have to do this?"

"You can stop."

"You should have said so earlier. My arm is killing me."

"I never asked you to do it."

"You literally just asked me to."

"Not out loud."

True, she had only gestured for me to do it.

She was getting slyer by the day.

Was it time to teach her a lesson?

I always thought that, but the moment Miyuki started whining in that sleepy voice of hers, I instantly caved.

I was so thoroughly whipped it was a real problem.

It felt like ages since I'd last seen Chinami hanging out with someone else.

They were deep in conversation in a perfectly amicable atmosphere. Seeing her hold up a packet of peach-flavored jelly, I figured that was the topic.

A moment later, Chinami parted ways with her friend and started humming a tune as she headed off somewhere.

I trailed behind her, savoring the sweet scent of peaches that grew stronger the closer I got, and called out casually.

"Master."

"Hyaak!?"

I had snuck up on her like a thief, and my sudden voice startled Chinami into flailing her arms in the air.

It was the kind of over-the-top reaction you'd only see in a cartoon.

But coming from Chinami, it somehow felt perfectly natural.

"Ah... it's you, Junior. You gave me quite a fright."

She turned around, offering a cute scolding upon realizing it was me.

I offered her an apologetic smile and fell into step beside her.

"I saw you from a distance. Who was that?"

"A classmate."

"What were you talking about?"

"We were having an in-depth discussion about the jelly I'm currently eating."

Exactly as I'd suspected.

I wondered how Chinami would react if peaches were suddenly wiped off the face of the earth.

"Let me have one too."

"Are you sure one is enough? I could give you five."

"One is plenty."

"Hmm. Very well."

I tossed the jelly Chinami handed me into my mouth and asked,

"Do you have a minute?"

"Of course."

"Then step this way..."

"Okay."

Anyone could tell my tone was sketchy as hell, yet she followed me without a shred of suspicion.

It honestly made me feel like a criminal.

Behind the cafeteria was an empty space perfect for slacking off.

I guided Chinami over, letting out a small chuckle as she gasped in awe and started looking around.

"First time seeing this place?"

"Yes. To think a place like this existed! It's so quiet, and the scenery is gorgeous."

"I discovered it myself."

"Oho... would it be alright if I used it too?"

"Of course. It's not like I own the place."

"Hehe... thank y—nhyk!?"

Chinami flinched in the middle of her sentence.

I had just slipped my hand under her uniform skirt.

Soft, squishy skin... absolutely incredible.

The texture of the panties hugging her plump bottom felt just as wonderful.

"Mnngh...!"

Miyuki and Renka let out bizarre sounds of their own every now and then, but nothing was quite as intense and peculiar as Chinami's.

I fought down the urge to laugh. Chinami placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a small shake, and I asked,

"What's wrong?"

"Junior...! We're outside right now..."

"It's fine. There's no one around."

"Aha... but I must ask, why exactly do you enjoy these sorts of places so much...?"

"Enjoy what? Your butt?"

"Yes..."

"I just do."

"I-I see..."

Chinami nodded, though she clearly wasn't convinced.

I spent quite a while feeling Chinami up as her body heat steadily rose, only stopping when she finally began to let out shallow pants.

"Shall we head back in now?"

"Haa... pardon...?"

It was adorable how she flinched in surprise, clearly not expecting me to stop right in the middle of groping her.

I cupped the back of her neck—her main erogenous zone—and applied a gentle squeeze.

"We'll save the rest for club activities."

"H-Hyak... haa... o-okay...!"

She answered with her shoulders completely tensed. Looking at me with those big doe eyes of hers made me feel like a thug shaking her down for lunch money.

Plagued by a sudden, needless sense of guilt, I gave Chinami's flushed cheeks a soft pinch before we left our secret spot.

"Hey! Come here for a second...!"

During club activities.

Renka, who had been avoiding me all day, glared at me and called me over the moment I stepped out in my Training Uniform.

I followed her out of the Club Room and asked,

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! Are you seriously asking me that?"

"What is it this time?"

"W-Why in the world were you doing that to Chinami in broad daylight...?"

I wondered what she was going to yell at me for, but it turned out to be about that.

Renka must have jumped to conclusions after seeing the state Chinami was in from our secret, steamy little rendezvous.

Although, it wasn't so much a 'conclusion' as it was a bullseye.

"Is there a rule against it? It was completely consensual, you know."

"...That was going way too far...! Her face was completely bright red... And what do you mean, consensual?! I bet you just took advantage of how indecisive Chinami is..."

"How is Master indecisive? She's way more decisive than you are, President."

"T-That's not..."

"You don't think so?"

"..."

Perhaps recalling what had happened over the weekend, Renka snapped her mouth shut.

She knew it just as well as I did.

Just how easily she let me string her along.

Still, wasn't this one of those classic clichés you'd see in a manga?

A girl steps in to protect her harassed friend, only to succumb to the pleasure forced upon her by the trainer. Over time, she completely surrenders her body and mind to the man, until eventually, both friends are proudly serving him together... Something like that.

It was a setup practically ripped straight out of the training genre. As expected, my dear Renka knew my tastes perfectly.

In a situation like this, throwing out a threat would be the standard next step, wouldn't it?

"By the way, coming to confront me like this... can I take it to mean the President wants to take Master's place?"

"T-Take her place...? What on earth are you talking about...?"

"Your tone changed. Proof that you know exactly what I mean."

"What completely ridiculous nonsense...! I don't know what you're talking about...!?"

"You don't? Then you're saying you don't mind if I keep laying my hands on Master?"

"W-Why are you suddenly spouting such weird lines...?! You're the one whose tone just changed...!"

My acting must have been a bit rusty. I'd have to try harder next time.

I shrugged.

"So, is that why you called me out here? Just to yell at me?"

"Y-Yell at you... it's more like... I'm saying you should refrain from doing those kinds of things right before class starts... Especially to someone as emotional as Chinami. She shouldn't be dealing with a filthy guy like you..."

"Filthy?"

"No... not filthy, just... I'm saying you need to be more careful..."

"I'll keep that in mind, but I can't make any promises. Did you sleep well last night, by the way?"

"Did I sleep well...? Why the hell are you asking me that?"

"I noticed you seemed to be logged in yesterday."

"Logged in? Where..."

Renka tilted her head, her gaze suddenly turning chillingly sharp.

"You little piece of shit...! You promised we weren't going to talk about that!"

She couldn't contain her temper and instantly spat curses at me. I put on an exaggerated look of complete innocence.

"Hey, we only ever made an agreement about Ino-chan."

"Shut up! Shut your mouth! AnyShare is forbidden too...!"

It was hilarious watching her frantically lower her voice in case anyone overheard us.

She clearly would rather drop dead than let anyone else discover she was a closet otaku.

Renka was screaming at me without making a single sound. I took a large step toward her, reaching out my hand the moment she flinched.

"Eep...!?"

Renka instantly left her stomach completely unguarded, her breath hitching.

Beneath the fabric of her Training Uniform, my hand found her smooth, slender waistline. Settling right in the middle was the very slight, soft curve of her lower belly.

Honestly, there was no part of a woman that drove me quite as crazy as this.

It was a charm point unique to Renka's slender frame—one that neither Miyuki nor Chinami had.

If only to preserve that perfect little belly, I had to make sure Renka never gained any weight.

"W-Where are you touching me...?! You piece of Trash...!"

I absolutely loved how she spat out those words, yet made no effort to stop me with her two perfectly free hands.

I wanted to drag her straight into the storage room right then and there and have her service me.

But I held myself back. Demanding a blowjob every single time was just in poor taste.

Getting one occasionally... just out of the blue during our normal daily lives, was the best way to do it.

I leaned in, poking my face over Renka's shoulder. As she jumped in surprise, I brought my lips right up to her ear.

And then, in a very soft whisper, I said, "We're going to try out a tail plug on you later."

"What...? A p-plug...?"

Her face flushed a violent shade of red at my blatant declaration that we would be using such a toy.

I fully expected her to throw a tantrum, but surprisingly, she just stood there panting with an utterly humiliated look on her face.

She must have been picturing it in her head. The image of a plug being shoved into her most shameful spot, all while she took my cock in the hole right below it.

I imagined her wearing that cat-ear headband from last time, paired with a tail plug, as I completely demolished her from behind...

Just picturing her weeping and moaning, drenched in a cold sweat, made me instantly hard.

I was definitely going to use one on her soon.