Tsuki, with an air of unwavering authority, delivered her verdict in a stern, commanding tone, her words echoing in the quiet confines of the student council office: "Such feeble attempts at sophistry are utterly ineffective with me. The school regulations are crystal clear regarding the unauthorized use of firefighting equipment outside of genuine emergency situations, and they explicitly outline the penalties for such infractions."
Shuichi, lounging casually in the chair across from her, responded with a cool, unshaken demeanor, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. "But during safety drills, it's perfectly permissible to use them, isn't it?" His calm retort hung in the air, unperturbed by the weight of her authority.
Uchida, standing nervously to the side, felt a wave of unease ripple through him as he observed the tense exchange. His heart raced, his palms growing clammy. Was Chiba pushing his luck too far? To challenge the formidable student council president so brazenly seemed reckless, almost foolhardy. Tsuki's expression was growing darker by the second, her piercing gaze radiating a chilling intensity that seemed to lower the temperature in the room. Uchida could almost feel an icy draft emanating from her direction, a silent testament to her mounting anger.
"There's no need for your twisted arguments or clever wordplay," Tsuki declared coldly, her voice cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. "The student council's decision to impose punishment is final and non-negotiable. It will not be swayed by your flimsy excuses." As she spoke, her small, delicate foot pressed down slightly on the floor, a subtle gesture that betrayed the firmness of her resolve.
Shuichi's body shifted slightly in his seat, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. In a swift, covert motion, he reached out and gently grasped her foot beneath the desk, his touch light but deliberate. "Is there truly no room for reconsideration, President?" He asked, his tone teasing yet laced with a daring edge. "I believe there might be a way to… adjust the outcome."
Tsuki's expression remained impassive, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Absolutely no chance," She replied, her voice flat and unyielding, as if carved from stone.
Shuichi, undeterred, tightened his grip on her feet, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled the wheeled office chair closer to the desk, the faint squeak of the wheels adding to the charged atmosphere. "Here's the thing," He began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I was the one who actually took the fire axe. Uchida merely held it for me momentarily. So, if punishment must be doled out, shouldn't it fall squarely on my shoulders, President?"
Uchida's eyes widened in disbelief, a surge of gratitude flooding his chest. Chiba, you sly dog, he thought, you actually have a shred of loyalty in you! The unexpected act of self-sacrifice left him momentarily speechless, his earlier anxiety giving way to a flicker of hope.
The ticklish sensation of Chiba's touch caused Tsuki to involuntarily curl her toes, her body tensing as she fought to maintain her composed facade. Her voice, however, remained steady, though a faint strain was detectable. "Chiba, are you attempting to make a mockery of the student council's authority?" She demanded, her words sharp and accusatory.
Shuichi shook his head, his expression one of feigned innocence. "I wouldn't dream of such a thing," He replied smoothly, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on her foot.
Tsuki's cheeks began to flush, a soft pink hue creeping across her face, though whether from anger or something else was unclear. "And yet, that's precisely what I believe you're doing," She shot back, her voice rising slightly. "Uchida was caught red-handed by a teacher, holding the fire axe in plain sight. That's undeniable."
Uchida stole a cautious glance at the president's face, and his heart sank like a stone. Her cheeks were now unmistakably red, a vivid contrast to her usual pale complexion. This is bad, he thought, his stomach churning with dread. The president's furious—her face is practically glowing with rage. I've never heard of anyone pushing her to this point, not even close. We're doomed. Chiba, you absolute fool, being your friend is like walking through a minefield.
Resigning himself to his fate, Uchida sighed inwardly. Fine, he thought, if we're going down, we might as well go down together. Maybe sharing the punishment will forge some kind of camaraderie between us.
Shuichi, however, seemed unfazed by the mounting tension. "Oh, has the president bothered to consult the teacher who was playing the role of the villain during the drill?" He asked, his tone almost playful. "He saw me holding the fire axe first, well before Uchida ever touched it."
As he spoke, Chiba's fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration of Tsuki's smooth, taut foot, the delicate texture of her skin captivating his senses. The act was bold, almost reckless, but the thrill of it was undeniable. More intoxicating still was the sight of Tsuki, perched regally in the student council president's chair, struggling to maintain her dignified composure while her body betrayed her. Above the desk, she was the epitome of authority, a stern and unyielding leader. Below the desk, however, she was something entirely different—a vulnerable, almost perverse figure, caught in a web of sensation. The stark contrast between these two facets of her was electrifying, a forbidden allure that Chiba found impossible to resist.
Tsuki's blush deepened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she fought to suppress the turmoil within her. To an outsider, she might have appeared consumed by fury, her face a mask of righteous indignation. "I will verify your claim with the teacher in question," She said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "Are you absolutely certain it was you who took the axe?"
"Without a doubt," Shuichi replied, his confidence unshaken. He turned to Uchida, his tone casual but firm. "You can go now, Uchida."
Uchida's heart leapt with relief. In his mind, he gave Chiba a hearty thumbs-up—You're a true brother, not selling me out like I feared. Without wasting another second, he prepared to make a hasty exit, his footsteps already turning toward the door.
"Hold it," Tsuki's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
Uchida froze mid-step, his body stiffening as if struck by lightning. "P-President?" He stammered, his voice quivering. "Is there… something else?"
Tsuki's jaw clenched, her body trembling faintly as she struggled to maintain her composure. "Today's incident has not been fully resolved, and your involvement remains under scrutiny," She said, her words deliberate and measured. "Furthermore, when we summoned you earlier, you failed to provide a truthful account of the events. The student council will document all of this in your record, and it will be taken into account should you be caught violating rules in the future."
Uchida's shoulders slumped, his face crumpling into a picture of despair. Just my luck, he thought bitterly. The president's in a foul mood today, and I had to be the one to cross her path. Chiba, you owe me big time for this—maybe a full meal, at least. Then again, he's probably in hotter water than I am. Isn't this his second run-in with the student council?
With a heavy heart, Uchida shuffled out of the president's office, his footsteps dragging as if weighed down by his misfortune. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Tsuki's facade crumbled. No longer bound by the need to uphold her authority, she collapsed forward onto the desk, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her mouth fell open, and her tongue darted out briefly, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability that contrasted sharply with her earlier composure.
Shuichi's eyes gleamed with mischief as he caught sight of that familiar "crimson slug." In a flash, he reached out, his fingers deftly capturing her tongue in a bold, teasing grip.
"Ah… ha…" Tsuki gasped, caught off guard by the sudden assault. The unexpected sensation forced her to stretch her neck, following the gentle tug of his fingers. Her predicament was complicated by the fact that her feet remained in Chiba's grasp, leaving her body awkwardly stretched across the desk, her form pressed against both the cool surface above and the hidden space below.
Shuichi gazed at her with a playful, almost predatory smirk, relishing the sight of her flushed, excited expression—a look that seemed to teeter on the edge of something delightfully perverse. "The president is awfully harsh," He drawled, his voice low and teasing. "To think you'd punish me so mercilessly."
Tsuki's response was a muffled protest, her words slurred by the gentle hold on her foot. "I'm the president… I have to uphold the rules…" Her voice was barely coherent, laced with a mix of defiance and surrender.
Chiba nodded, his amusement deepening. "Very commendable, President. I'm not saying I'll dodge the punishment, but if you're going to discipline me, then I'll have to exact a thorough punishment on the little maid to vent my frustrations. That's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"
His fingers toyed with the agile "crimson slug," eliciting a flicker of fervor in Tsuki's eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he released her feet, allowing her to regain a fraction of her autonomy.
"Come here," Shuichi commanded, his voice cold and authoritative, a stark contrast to his earlier playfulness.
Tsuki, understanding his intent, pulled her feet back and climbed onto the desk with a grace that belied her inner turmoil. She positioned herself directly in front of him, her body turning sideways in a silent offer of compliance.
Shuichi released his hold on her tongue, and the delicate "slug" retreated swiftly, hiding timidly within the safety of her mouth. Tsuki's voice, soft and pleading, broke the silence: "Young master, please hurry and punish the disobedient little maid."
Shuichi leaned back in his chair, his expression one of leisurely contemplation. "And how exactly do you wish to be punished?" He asked, his tone unhurried, savoring the moment.
His fingers reached out, pinching her chin gently but firmly, tilting her face to meet his gaze. "Aren't you worried about your subordinates barging in and catching us like this?" He teased, his voice dripping with mock concern. "The door doesn't seem to be locked, you know."
Tsuki swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly. "It's fine," She replied, her voice steady despite the faint tremor beneath it. "I always instruct them to knock and wait for my permission before entering."
Shuichi's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyebrow arching in amusement. "Oh? It seems the president wields quite the iron grip over her domain," He remarked, his tone laced with admiration and challenge.
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Rewinding the clock slightly, outside the president's office, a member of the disciplinary committee spotted Uchida emerging with a downtrodden expression, his shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. Curious, the committee member called out to him, her voice low and conspiratorial.
Uchida, expecting another round of reprimands, braced himself, his face twisting into a grimace of resignation. To his surprise, the committee member didn't scold him. Instead, she pulled him aside, her eyes glinting with intrigue. "So, what's the situation inside right now?" She whispered, her tone eager.
Uchida blinked, utterly baffled. "What do you mean, 'situation'?" He asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
The committee member rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I'm talking about what happened after Chiba went in. What did the president say? How did she look? What was her reaction?" She pressed, her curiosity palpable.
Uchida's brow furrowed, his confusion deepening. "Why are you so interested in that?" He asked, genuinely perplexed by her line of questioning.
The committee member gave him a sidelong glance, her expression one of disbelief. "You're Chiba's friend, aren't you? Don't tell me you're completely in the dark about this."
"In the dark about what?" Uchida replied, his voice rising slightly in frustration, his face a canvas of bewilderment.
The committee member sighed, shaking her head. "Chiba and your class president, An—the president's younger sister—have a… special relationship. You really didn't know?" She studied him closely, her eyes narrowing as if trying to gauge his sincerity. "You're his friend, and you haven't picked up on any of this?"
Uchida's jaw dropped slightly, the pieces still not quite clicking into place. "Special relationship? What are you getting at?" He asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
The committee member let out a huff of exasperation, clearly disappointed. "I thought I could get some juicy insider info from you, but it turns out you know even less than I do," She muttered, crossing her arms.
"Wait, wait—what? Are you saying it's… that kind of thing?" Uchida finally began to catch on, his eyes widening as the implication dawned on him.
The committee member gave him a withering look. "You were there when Chiba received that love letter, weren't you?" She said, her voice dripping with impatience. "That letter was almost certainly from An, the president's sister."
"What?!" Uchida exclaimed, unable to contain his shock. His voice rang out louder than intended, echoing in the hallway. Before he could say more, the committee member lunged forward, clamping her hand over his mouth with surprising force.
"Shh! Are you trying to get us both in trouble?" She hissed, her eyes darting toward the president's office door. "What if the president hears you?"
Uchida nodded frantically, his eyes wide as he signaled his understanding. The committee member slowly removed her hand, casting a wary glance around to ensure no one had overheard their exchange.
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