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As the summer sun began to soften in the afternoon, a gentle, pre-dusk light streamed through the student council room window.
"Ryuji-kun, what's wrong?"
"Uh, yeah."
The door opened and Misaki poked her head in.
She was as lovely as ever.
A smile brimming with pure kindness, showing no hint of her position as student council president.
Her neatly styled black hair shimmered slightly in the evening light.
She was in her uniform, probably because she was at school preparing for the cultural festival.
"I brought you some tea."
Misaki held out the water bottle she was carrying.
"It's cold barley tea. In this heat, it's the best, isn't it?"
"Thank you..."
The cold water bottle brought an immediate sense of relief.
My 120kg body suffered the most in this season.
But Misaki never mentioned my physique.
On the contrary, she always showed appropriate consideration.
"Cultural festival preparations seem tough."
"Yes, but it's fun. I'd be happy if Ryuji-kun would help out when he comes back."
She said that, sitting in the chair opposite me.
The way she carefully adjusted her uniform skirt was always elegant.
"Summer vacation is almost over, isn't it?"
Misaki continued, looking out the window.
"The second semester has a lot of events, and the student council will be busy."
Hearing those words, my heart grew heavy.
Summer vacation.
Something had changed drastically within me during this summer vacation.
I had to tell Misaki about it.
But I couldn't find the courage.
Perhaps noticing the change in my expression, she looked directly at me.
"Ryuji-kun, is something bothering you?"
That gentle question squeezed my chest.
Why did I keep talking to Misaki about things I couldn't even discuss with Reiko or Ryoko?
Perhaps it was because I trusted the core strength within her.
"Misaki...there's something I want to talk about."
I made up my mind and opened my mouth.
From this moment on, her perception of me might change again.
Even so, I had to speak.
About this new ability.
About this terrifying power to erase people's memories.
About my actions.
As the evening light dyed the room orange, I searched for words.
Maybe if I chose my words carefully, she would accept it.
Harboring a faint hope.
Misaki watched me intently.
Her eyes held a mixture of worry and kindness, which only tightened my chest further.
"Recently, I've awakened a new power."
My voice trembled.
I continued, looking at both my hands.
"It's different from the ability to see memories of objects... I've become able to erase people's memories."
Misaki's expression shifted slightly.
Surprise and confusion seemed to flicker across her composed face for just a moment.
But she remained silent, continuing to listen to my words.
Perhaps she had trained to maintain her composure as student council president, but more than that, it was an attitude that conveyed Misaki's inner strength.
"At first, I didn't understand what was happening."
I continued my story, tracing painful memories.
"But when I touched someone, their memories...would spill out, like sand from an hourglass."
Outside the window, the cicadas sang, a sound characteristic of summer evenings.
That sound felt strangely distant to me now.
"Yamashita...you remember him, right?"
Misaki nodded quietly. Yamashita Ginta.
He was a second-year student, like me, and the person who had manipulated Misaki, who was now hospitalized as a shell of herself.
Rumors about his "accident" were circulating throughout the school.
"I'll become like him... No, I'm even worse than him."
With each confession, I felt my heart tilting little by little towards darkness.
"Yamashita... he hurt a lot of people. He manipulated you, he manipulated Jonouchi-san, he manipulated Ooyama-sensei... the female students..."
I choked on my words.
Misaki's expression hardened.
The details of Yamashita's incident were still known only to a limited number of people within the school.
But Misaki, as student council president, must have been the biggest victim.
She was made to climax in front of the entire student body and defecate in the middle of the main gate street.
Yamashita was a symbol of humiliation for Misaki.
"I erased the memories of him while he was hospitalized. He was already a shell, but I erased all memories of the hypnosis he misused, and of his victims, everything..."
Sweat ran down my back.
I took a sip of barley tea with trembling hands.
I felt the cold liquid pass down my throat.
But was it truly the right thing to do?
Erasing memories is, in a way, forcibly intervening in a person's life.
Even if it was an abused ability or memories of wrongdoing, did I have the right to erase them?
"This power... is too heavy for me."
My voice was hoarse.
"But I can't not use it. I can't stand by and watch someone get hurt. But the more I use this power..."
I clenched my trembling fists tightly.
"I can feel myself changing, little by little. As if... I'm being swallowed by darkness."
Misaki still said nothing.
She just listened to my words with a serious gaze.
With a feeling of seeking salvation in that gaze, I continued.
"Like Yamashita or Momota... I'm afraid I'll lose control of my power and eventually go berserk. No, I've already started down the wrong path."
The room was filled with heavy air after my confession.
The evening light had already begun to fade, and our shadows stretched long on the walls of the room.
The cicada's chirping gradually weakened.
Misaki clasped her hands on her knees and looked down, lost in thought for a while.
Her silence felt like an eternity to me.
What would she think?
Would she still look at me the same way, me, who possessed this abnormal power?
And then, Misaki slowly raised her head.
Her expression held a definite strength I hadn't expected.
In the dimming room, I couldn't clearly see Misaki's expression.
But if I didn't talk about this, I couldn't make her understand everything. I continued with a trembling voice.
"Actually... I've misused this power several times already."
I felt Misaki's breathing hitch for a moment.
My voice was hoarse.
I didn't know if it was from thirst or fear.
"Misaki... I'm scared of myself now. I can't predict what choices I'll make in the future. I couldn't talk to Reiko or Ryoko either. But only to Misaki... I wanted to tell you everything."
Silence filled the room.
Even the cicadas outside had become quiet, as if watching our conversation.
And then--
"Ryuji-kun."
Misaki's voice was surprisingly calm.
There was no hint of accusation or fear in it.
"Look up."
At those words, I slowly raised my head.
In the dim room, Misaki's eyes seemed to hold a strange light.
"Misaki... I have another report."
I spoke with a heavy heart.
"Besides you guys, I've also... started dating Jonouchi-san."
The moment she heard those words, Misaki's expression completely changed.
"Ryuji-kun."
Her voice held a clear warning.
"What are you thinking? That's... wrong."
Misaki looked directly at me.
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and concern.
"Jonouchi-san should be someone you protect, right? So why...?"
Her voice trembled.
She was trying to maintain her composure as student council president, but her emotions seemed uncontrollable.
"She must still be hurting. The wounds she received from Yamashita won't heal easily. At a time like that... for you to approach her..."
Misaki's words pierced my chest.
She was right.
I knew that. But--
"She wasn't hurt. Rather, she was suffering from being dependent on Yamashita and not being able to see him after he became a shell. So I took Yamashita's memories along with it."
I knew it was a futile excuse, even to myself.
"With... the power to erase memories?"
Misaki's words were sharp.
I couldn't answer.
"If you make Jonouchi-san dependent on Ryuji-kun, how is that different from Yamashita?"
At that single remark, something inside me froze.
Misaki stood up and continued, looking down at me.
"Ryuji-kun. You used to be a righteous person. That's why I trusted you. But now... you've lost yourself."
The sun was already setting, and the classroom was growing dim.
In that fading light, only Misaki's words echoed painfully clearly.
"Are you truly thinking of Jonouchi-san? Or are you just trying to use her for your own desires?"
I couldn't answer.
I didn't want to answer.
But Misaki's questions mercilessly tried to expose the true feelings deep within my heart.
"This time, I thought you would accept it."
At my words, Misaki's expression became even sterner.
In the dimming classroom, her eyes trembled with anger.
"Of course not!"
Her voice echoed through the student council room.
"There's no way she agreed to have those memories erased, especially since she was dependent on Yamashita! You erased those memories without her consent and now you're trying to make her dependent on you, aren't you?!"
Misaki took a step forward and looked directly at me.
Her eyes held a fierce anger I had never seen before.
"Erasing memories like that... it's the worst."
Her voice trembled.
"Ryuji-kun, I... I'm disappointed in you."
Those words pierced my chest more than I expected. But there was no turning back now.
"I wanted to be honest with you."
I said quietly.
"Actually... this is the third time I've told you this."
"Eh...?"
Misaki's expression froze instantly.
I could see the color drain from her face.
"I've realized that no matter how many times I talk about my despicable actions, you still won't accept them."
"No way..."
Misaki recoiled.
"You don't mean... my memories..."
Her voice trailed off.
Fear spread through her eyes.
The trust and familiarity she once held for me vanished in an instant.
"How could you..."
Misaki gripped the edge of the desk with trembling hands.
So tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Her shadow swayed on the wall in the fading light.
This might be the last time.
My precious memories with Misaki might end at this moment.
But this was the path I had chosen.
From the moment I gained the power to erase people's memories, there was no turning back.
The air in the classroom grew heavy, like ice.
Only Misaki's trembling breaths echoed in this dark space.
Footsteps echoing in the hallway broke the evening silence.
It was Hayashi-kun, the vice president.
His regular rhythm seemed to reflect his usual meticulous personality.
"This way."
I instinctively grabbed Misaki's wrist and led her into the preparation room adjacent to the student council room.
Moving from the sunlit hallway to the dimly lit preparation room.
The room was filled with the smell of rarely used equipment and old documents.
The sound of the door closing quietly echoed strangely vividly.
Orange light streamed diagonally through a small window.
That light made Misaki's confused expression even more distinct.
"You're my girlfriend too,"
I whispered.
"You understand why Jonouchi-san is dependent on me, don't you?"
Misaki's expression stiffened.
Sounds from Hayashi-kun were starting to be heard in the student council room.
The rustling of papers.
The scraping of a chair.
"The allure of my dick,"
I continued.
"Once you've known it, you can't leave it."
The air in the preparation room grew heavier.
"Jonouchi-san was the one who confessed to me, too."
At those words, Misaki's eyes widened.
"That's not true."
Her voice trembled.
She was trying to maintain her composure as student council president, but there was a clear tremor of agitation in her voice.
"You, surely..."
Misaki took a step back.
Her back touched a shelf, and old cardboard boxes creaked.
"Did you do something to her? Misuse your power...? No way... did you rape her, erase her memory, and make her body remember you and become dependent on you...?"
I slowly smiled in the dimly lit preparation room.
In this cramped space, my 195cm frame must have seemed even more imposing.
"As expected, you're brilliant, Misaki."
Though I whispered, there was clear confidence in my voice.
"You're too perceptive."
The evening sun streaming through the window gradually lost its color.
The preparation room grew darker by the minute.
In the adjacent student council room, Hayashi-kun quietly continued his work.
His presence, ironically, heightened the tension between the two of us.
Misaki's breathing began to quicken.
Her eyes held an emotion I had never seen before.
It wasn't just fear.
Something more complex, a deeper emotion.
The air in the preparation room grew even heavier.
Only a faint amount of light remained, streaming through the window.
The old documents lined on the shelf behind Misaki stood silently, as if witnesses to their conversation.
From the student council room, the sound of Hayashi-kun organizing documents continued to leak out.
"You..."
Misaki's voice, though faintly trembling, had not lost its core strength.
"You've really changed, haven't you?"
Her words were tinged with sadness.
Her voice was filled with both her past trust in me and her present disappointment in the me standing before her.
"I haven't changed."
I said quietly.
"I just realized my true self. I only understood after gaining the ability to erase memories."
I continued.
"That people's hearts can be easily manipulated."
The sadness in Misaki's eyes deepened.
"Ryuji-kun..."
Her voice echoed in the darkness.
"Do you really understand what you're doing?"
That question pierced me to the core.
But there was no turning back.
"I understand."
I replied.
"That's why I'm telling you everything. Even things I can't tell Reiko or Ryoko."
Misaki's expression wavered for a moment.
She, too, might be looking back on our memories together.
"We were..."
Misaki's voice trailed off.
"This wasn't how our relationship was supposed to be."
Those words resonated with me more than I expected.
Indeed, we used to be different.
A pure, sincere, and trusting relationship.
But now, such a relationship was no longer possible for me.
"I thought you would understand."
My voice was hoarse.
Misaki was now only about two steps away.
"There's no way I would understand."
Misaki's voice was small but resolute. Her eyes held a strength I had never seen before.
It was the core strength of her as a person, not just as the student council president.
"I see."
I sighed deeply.
"That's a shame."
From the student council room, the sounds of Hayashi-kun working echoed.
The rustling of papers.
The clicking of a computer keyboard.
Normal, everyday sounds.
Those sounds, ironically, highlighted the abnormal atmosphere in the preparation room.
"As an apology, I'll caress you."
At those words, I felt Misaki's body stiffen.
"No thank you."
Her voice was trembling slightly.
"That's all I can offer as an apology."
I said quietly.
"If you speak loudly, Hayashi-kun will notice."
In the student council room, Hayashi-kun's chair scraped.
His usual meticulous work ethic was conveyed through the wall.
Just one wall separated this from the ordinary day continuing on the other side.
The dim air in the preparation room grew heavier.
The last light of dusk faintly illuminated Misaki's profile.
Her expression now held not only fear, but something else.
Perhaps it was sadness.
I reached for Misaki's lower body and slipped my hand inside her skirt.
"Nhaaa!"
Misaki let out an involuntary cry.
The moment my large hand touched her crotch, she seemed to feel a greater shock than expected.
"Misaki, are you sexually frustrated?"
I asked gently, yet precisely, as I rubbed her sensitive spot.
"You're working too hard. Are you taking on too much student council work by yourself?"
"Ugh..."
Misaki swallowed her words.
Each time my finger slipped inside her panties and rubbed the G-spot deep in her warm, slick pussy, a wave of pleasure shot through her.
"S-stop it already... Ngh...!"
A faint voice, different from the usual resolute student council president's, escaped her lips.
"You're already quite wet, so you can't pretend otherwise."
I explained slowly, without stopping my hand.
"Once you come, you'll feel a bit better. Or can you resist coming?"
Misaki looked down.
She usually never showed weakness to anyone, but now she was suppressing small cries while enduring pleasure.
Her appearance made my chest ache.
The fingers of my large hand gently but surely stroked up her vaginal wall.
My middle finger was inside, and my thumb stroked her clitoris, which had begun to swell significantly.
"Nuchu nuchu nuchu nuchu nuchu"
"...It's starting to make a pretty good sound now."
After a while, I spoke.
"Ah..."
Misaki's expression changed.
"No... why? It's starting to feel good..."
The tension from earlier had vanished from her voice.
"No... I'm about to come."
"Bushu bushu"
Misaki convulsed, her knees trembling, ejaculating profusely.
"Ngh... Nnnnngh...!"
Misaki involuntarily covered her mouth with her hand, desperately trying to suppress the sound that almost escaped.
Her neatly styled black hair trembled slightly.
An expression unimaginable from her usual resolute student council president demeanor flashed across her face for just a moment.
I silently continued to delve, not stopping my hand.
It wasn't rough at all.
But the pressure was strong enough to reach deep inside.
"Ah..."
Misaki hurriedly swallowed another sound that almost escaped.
I could feel her cheeks flush.
She was always in a position where perfection was demanded.
Showing weakness was unforgivable.
But now...
"...Ugh."
Her body trembled in small spasms, and her hands gripped my body desperately.
She ejaculated again, and her vagina twisted, tightening around my fingers.
An uncontrollable sound rose to her throat again.
Misaki bit her lip, desperately enduring.
The awareness of maintaining her usual self, and the feeling of that awareness slowly melting away.
Her heart swayed between these two.
"It's no good, I'm coming too much."
Misaki's whisper echoed in the preparation room.
"My body can't hold any more power..."
However, I did not stop my hands.
I continued to finger her desperately, to the point where sweat dripped from my large body.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my back became damp.
"A new paradise awaits you if you go further."
My voice contained a hint of obsession, slightly different from my usual gentleness.
At that moment, a voice came from the student council room.
"Is anyone there?"
At Hayashi-kun's voice, Misaki instinctively straightened her back.
Her usual dignified posture as student council president crumbled for a moment.
"Uh, yeah... Ah..."
Misaki desperately tried to control her tone so her voice wouldn't tremble.
"Just looking for something... Oh..."
Her voice was tinged with an effort to regain her usual dignified tone as student council president.
However, deep agitation was visible on her face.
"Nooo! If someone saw me like this... it'd be so embarrassing!"
She pleaded with me in a low voice, but it was too late.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, pulled down her already soaking wet panties, and quickly took out my dick from my pants.
"Nuchuuu!"
Slowly, I inserted my hard, erect dick into Misaki's soaking wet pussy.
"Chotto... Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!"
"Bushu! Bushuuu! Bushaaa!"
As the tip of my glans lightly tapped her cervix, Misaki convulsed and climaxed.
The floor of the preparation room was already soaking wet with Misaki's cum.
A terribly lewd smell filled the air.
"Can I help you?"
At Hayashi-kun's reply, Misaki's heart pounded.
Footsteps approached the preparation room door with certainty.
Normally, she would have been sincerely grateful for this kind offer. But now...
Misaki, with quick judgment, sprang to the preparation room door.
A click of a key turning echoed.
Her movements at that moment were far more flustered than her usual graceful demeanor.
Through the small peephole in the door, Hayashi's confused expression was visible.
Behind his serious black-rimmed glasses, his kind eyes looked at Misaki with concern.
"Why the lock?"
Hayashi's voice held pure.
His gaze tightened Misaki's chest.
She had to lie.
To kind Hayashi-kun, her trusted vice president.
"Uh... Um... Hmph..."
Misaki paused for a moment, stumbling over her words.
"A-actually, I was eating my bento... I couldn't eat it at lunch...!"
"Bushu!"
As she spoke those words, her vagina spasmed.
"I see."
Hayashi-kun's voice was soft.
"Cultural festival preparations are busy, aren't they?"
That gentle understanding squeezed Misaki's chest even tighter.
She had to keep lying.
"Mm-hmm!"
Misaki forced a smile through the peephole.
"And now... the preparation room smells of dumplings... so..."
"Pushaaa!"
Each time I lightly tapped her clitoris, her voice trembled slightly.
The usual Misaki would never speak in such an apologetic way.
Hayashi-kun must have noticed the discrepancy.
Still, he gently accepted it.
"I'm... covered in the smell of dumplings too..."
Misaki continued.
"Ngh... When Hayashi-kun leaves... I'll... go home too. The smell... it's embarrassing... so... Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!"
"Bushu! Bushaaa!"
The sound of her clitoris being kneaded slightly.
Misaki instinctively held her breath and climaxed one last time while Hayashi-kun peered through the small window.
"The smell is fine,"
Hayashi's voice was filled with his usual sincerity.
"Haa... haa... I'm... not... fine..."
Misaki's voice became involuntarily small.
Those words, at least, were not a lie.
Indeed, the current Misaki was "not fine."
"I wanted to see the president smelling like dumplings, though."
Hayashi-kun's voice held a faint smile.
It was a joke filled with his usual thoughtfulness.
Yet, to the current Misaki, those words pierced her like needles.
"Understood."
At that acquiescent remark, Misaki must have felt an even stronger sense of guilt.
In their usual interactions, a conversation would never end with such a vague reply.
Normally, Misaki would lightly respond to Hayashi's joke, and they would exchange smiles.
"Do you really not need any help?"
Through the window, Hayashi-kun's eyes held pure concern.
Misaki couldn't face his eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses directly.
"Mm-hmm!"
"Bushu! Bushu! Bushuuuu!"
A short reply.
Ejaculating cum.
Misaki's pussy twisted and squeezed my dick tightly.
In this situation, Misaki climaxed repeatedly, feeling my barely moving dick pressed against her clitoris.
Where had the resolute student council president's voice gone?
I made my large body as small as possible, holding my breath and thrusting my dick.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
At that question, Misaki's body stiffened instinctively.
"Why? Nngh!"
Her desperate attempt to feign composure only made her unnaturalness more apparent.
In over two years of knowing Hayashi-kun, they had never had such an awkward conversation.
"Your face is red, and your breathing sounds strained."
Hayashi-kun's voice held not only pure concern but also something else.
Being a bookworm, he didn't miss subtle changes in people.
"Do you have a fever? Aren't you overdoing it?"
The thoughtfulness in his words hurt Misaki's heart even more deeply.
She had to keep lying.
Precisely because their relationship was built on trust, this situation was unbearable.
"Ngh! Ngh! The barley tea in the water bottle was hot, so ah! Ah!"
"Bushaaa!"
Misaki climaxed again from the stimulation of her vagina rubbing as her hips convulsed from the previous orgasm, while making excuses.
She seemed to be blaming herself for saying such things.
As student council president, and as a friend, she probably couldn't forgive herself for telling such lies.
"Just... that..."
Sweat poured from Misaki's body, making the preparation room feel like a sauna.
"Could you open it just a little?"
Hayashi-kun's voice took on an unprecedented urgency.
Amidst his usual composure, there was a hint of impatience.
It was unusual for him, who never forced anything, to plead in such a tone.
"Absolutely... not... Nnnnngh!"
Misaki answered immediately.
I slowly pulled my dick out of her pussy.
Her voice was far from its usual resolute tone.
A faint negation, mixed with impatience and fear.
Sato, behind her, shrank further into the shadows.
"Just a little."
Hayashi-kun did not give up.
His persistence was something unimaginable from his usual self.
His eyes through the small window held a firm resolve.
I slowly inserted my dick, covered in Misaki's real juices, into Misaki's ass.
"No, I said no! Nnnnngh! Nngh! Nngh!"
Misaki's voice began to heighten with emotion.
Her composure as student council president was slowly, but surely, crumbling.
An impatience she usually never showed was evident in her tone.
Misaki's soft buttocks pressed against my hips, and my dick, fully inserted to the base, was enveloped by the hot temperature of her intestines.
"Then, can't I wait until you come out?"
That innocent suggestion made the situation even more complicated.
Hayashi-kun's goodwill, ironically, drove Misaki into a corner.
"Ngh... N-no more... Go home! Fuguuu!"
"Bushu bushuuu!"
Misaki herself was surprised by her sudden harsh tone.
As student council president, she had never once raised her voice before.
Especially not to Hayashi-kun.
"Ah... No..."
Her voice rushed to try and make amends.
But it was too late.
A momentary surge of emotion had changed something irreversible.
Hayashi-kun's expression through the small window had subtly, but surely, changed.
Unable to hold back, I thrust my dick powerfully into Misaki's ass.
"Bachun! Bachun!"
"Ngh! Ngh! Today is really not good! Fuguuu!"
Misaki desperately tried to regain her composure.
However, her voice already lacked authority and persuasion.
Just a pleading, excuse-like lament.
"Dochu! Dochu! Dochu!"
"Ah...! H-hic...! Go home first! Nngh! Ngh! Ngh!"
"Bushu! Bushu! Bushu!"
Words filled with her last plea.
Misaki's eyes rolled back, and she was drooling.
Through the small window, Hayashi-kun's expression no longer held only pure concern, but something else.
The door rattled with each thrust.
Doubt, disappointment, or perhaps... he understood.
"Alright, I'll go home, but what are you really doing right now? Please answer me honestly, just that."
Those words contained various emotions.
Resignation, sadness, and above all, a small but definite crack in their trust.
Misaki, saying it a little anxiously, froze for a moment, then answered in a small voice.
"Bachun! Dochu! Bachun! Dochu! Bachun! Dochu!"
"I-it's... I'm sorry. Phew... Phew... But, I can't... Phew... Ngh... bear it anymore...!"
Misaki was desperately trying to suppress her voice, but her efforts were in vain, and her voice gradually grew louder.
She tried desperately to maintain her composure, but her body wouldn't stop.
Misaki was trembling all over, moaning in a desperate voice.
She seemed to be desperately clinging to reality, even though she had already been made to climax many times and was about to pass out.
Seeing her like that, my dick became even harder.
Misaki's anus squeezed tightly, and she convulsed greatly, reaching orgasm.
"Ahh! Ahh! I'm sorry! Hayashi-kun, don't look! Ahh! Ahh! It feels so good! Ahhhhhhhh! Ah...! I'm coming...! I'm coming, so...! Come...! Coooming!"
"Bushuuuu! Bushaaa!"
"Buryu! Byuru! Byururururu!"
Misaki's scream echoed through the room, and her body convulsed and leaped up.
At the same time, whitish semen was released from the tip of my penis.
The sensation of semen hitting her intestinal wall was pleasant.
Immediately after that, the door of the preparation room clicked open.
"--Huh?"
Misaki and I widened our eyes in astonishment.
Hayashi-kun, who had been watching through the small window, had actually entered the room.
"President, what in the world...?"
Hayashi-kun, his face pale.
His gaze was fixed on the sight of semen dripping from Misaki's ass.
"Y-you..."
Hayashi-kun was confused, unable to comprehend the situation.
And then, he finally realized.
The reason Misaki had been screaming "Hayashi-kun, don't look" just moments ago.
"--I'm sorry, Hayashi-kun."
Misaki apologized remorsefully.
However, the current Misaki could do nothing more.
My dick was deeply thrust inside her, and Misaki's body was still trembling slightly.
"President, what is this... No... The president... doing something like this..."
Hayashi-kun stood frozen, unable to accept the reality before his eyes.
My dick was thrust into Misaki's ass.
Whitish semen, released from its tip, stained Misaki's buttocks.
"I'm sorry, Hayashi-kun. I seem to have changed..."
Misaki could only apologize, regretting her actions.
However, her body wouldn't stop.
My dick continued to move violently inside Misaki's anus again.
"Ah! Ah! I'm coming! Hayashi-kun, don't look! Don't look at my embarrassing parts!"
"President, I... What should I do...?"
Hayashi-kun, confused, desperately searched for an answer.
And, clinging to Misaki's words, he asked.
"Ah... No... Stop it already...! I'm coming again!"
"Bushaaa!"
"Dopyu! Byururururu!"
Misaki trembled all over and cried out.
However, my dick was still pulsating inside Misaki.
After releasing every last drop of semen inside Misaki's anus, I slowly pulled out my dick.
"--Phew..."
Misaki sighed in relief.
However, her expression didn't clear.
Before her stood Hayashi-kun, who had seen her embarrassing state.
Misaki didn't know what to do.
"Why... why are you and Sato-kun here...?"
Hayashi-kun's voice was weak, and he looked like a lost child.
His mind was completely confused, unable to accept the reality before him.
Misaki's chest ached at Hayashi-kun's words.
She desperately shook her head, trying to hold back tears, but couldn't stop them from flowing down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry... Hayashi-kun... I'm really sorry..."
Misaki's voice trembled, and she crossed her arms as if to hide her body.
However, even that action felt meaningless.
Her body was already exposed to Hayashi-kun's eyes, and her embarrassing figure was deeply etched into his memory.
Watching the two of them standing frozen there, complex emotions swirled in my chest.
Only the sound of the cloudy white liquid remaining in Misaki's anus dripping onto the floor echoed in the room.
"Hayashi-kun..."
I called out to him.
However, Hayashi-kun didn't respond to my voice, only continued to stare at Misaki.
His eyes held a mixture of disappointment and despair.
"President... I... I believed in the president..."
Hayashi-kun's voice was hoarse, and he slowly approached Misaki.
His hand trembled as he tried to touch Misaki's shoulder.
However, his hand stopped midway, and he sighed.
"This room smells terrible. Is all of this the President's bodily fluids?"
Hayashi-kun pointed to the cum that was wetting the floor and accused Misaki.
"This is the worst. And the President having anal sex in the student council preparation room..."
"Stop it! Don't say it anymore!"
Misaki covered her ears, pleading not to hear.
"Misaki, Hayashi-kun is saying such things, but look at his lower half."
When I said that to Misaki, her gaze was fixed on Hayashi-kun's crotch, where his dick was unbelievably erect under his pants.
"Ultimately, all men are perverts. Especially when they smell a cute girl like Misaki's naughty scent, they all become like that. Hayashi-kun, don't hold back."
I lifted Misaki from behind, holding her legs.
Misaki's legs spread wide, revealing her pussy and ass, gaping open and twitching, to Hayashi-kun.
"Aside from Hayashi-kun, no one would know that such a pure and clean student council president has such a large clitoris. If you lick it, she'll be very pleased."
"Ryuji-kun, stop! Ahh! Hayashi-kun! Not there! Ahhh!"
Hayashi-kun devoured Misaki's large, erect clitoris.
The moment Hayashi-kun's lips touched Misaki's clitoris, Misaki's body trembled, and her voice echoed through the room.
"Ah! No! Hayashi-kun, stop... not that... Ahhh!"
Misaki desperately tried to resist, but I held her waist firmly, preventing her from moving.
Her legs were spread wide, exposed defenselessly to Hayashi-kun.
That sight was as if she had bared her entire self.
"President... it's gotten this big..."
Hayashi-kun's voice was a mixture of surprise and excitement, and he continued to lick Misaki's clitoris.
His tongue movements were surprisingly skillful for a first-timer, and Misaki couldn't bear the stimulation, letting out cries.
"Ngh! Ahh! Stop... It feels so good... Ahhh!"
Misaki's voice was sweet, and her body grew hotter and hotter.
Her pussy was soaking wet, and cum dripped onto Hayashi-kun's face.
The sight was the epitome of sensuality.
"Ryuji-kun... I can't... It feels too good... Ahhh!"
Misaki pleaded with me for help, but her voice only excited me further.
I whispered in her ear, gently swaying her hips.
"It's okay, Misaki. Hayashi-kun is enjoying himself too, so it's okay to feel even better."
At my words, Misaki became even more confused.
She surrendered to Hayashi-kun's tongue movements, desperately trying to maintain her sanity, but her efforts were in vain, and her body was dominated by pleasure.
"Ahhh! I'm coming... I'm coming! Hayashi-kun, I... Ahhh!"
"Bushaaa!"
Misaki's voice heightened, and her body trembled violently.
Her pussy tightened, ejaculate spurted out, drenching Hayashi-kun's face.
At that moment, Hayashi-kun sucked Misaki's clitoris hard, further intensifying her pleasure.
"President... does it feel good?"
Hayashi-kun's voice was sweet, and he looked into Misaki's eyes.
That gaze made Misaki feel even more embarrassed, and her face flushed.
"Yes... It feels good... Ahhh! But doing this... is embarrassing... Ahh!"
Misaki's voice trembled, and she desperately tried to avert her eyes.
However, Hayashi-kun's tongue movements didn't stop, and he licked her large clitoris, making it tremble.
Misaki's pleasure intensified.
"Ahhh! I'm coming again! I'm coming, coming, coming, cooooming!"
"Bushuuu! Bushaaa!"
"Hayashi-kun, is just licking enough? I'll hold her, so thrust hard. Misaki's inside is warm, wavy, and slippery, it feels good."
"No! Hayashi-kun! Don't listen to Ryuji-kun! Ahhhh! Ngh!"
"Bushu! Bushu!"
Hayashi-kun quickly pulled down his pants and underwear and thrust his hard, erect dick into Misaki's pussy all at once.
Misaki's body leaped up significantly the moment Hayashi-kun's dick was thrust in all at once. Her eyes widened, and uncontrollable cries spilled from her mouth.
"Ahhh! N-no! Hayashi-kun, not that hard... Ahhh! It's going in...!"
Misaki's voice trembled, and her body shook violently.
Her pussy tightly squeezed Hayashi-kun's dick, and Hayashi-kun involuntarily let out a cry at the sensation.
"President... amazing... It's so tight... I... I'm so sorry for doing this to the President. But I couldn't help myself. The President is too cute, too horny, too wonderful..."
Hayashi-kun's voice trembled with excitement, and he grabbed Misaki's waist, slowly beginning to move.
His movements were violent, and Misaki couldn't bear the stimulation, letting out cries.
"Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!"
"I'm... sorry too. I said terrible things to Hayashi-kun. And... I didn't want to show you this... Ngh! Ahh! Stop... I'm coming... Ahhh!"
Misaki cried and climaxed while apologizing.
"Misaki, I have a present for you too."
With that, I thrust my dick into Misaki's ass.
Hayashi-kun's dick was in her pussy.
My dick was in her ass.
With both holes being stimulated simultaneously, Misaki's orgasms became unstoppable.
"Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!"
"Dochu! Dochu! Dochu! Dochu! Dochu! Dochu!"
"Nooo! Ahhh! It's coming! It's coming! It's coming out!"
I could feel Hayashi-kun's dick moving on the other side of Misaki's slick intestinal wall.
"Haah... haah... Misaki, does it feel good?"
"Ngh! Haah! Haah! Amazing! But I might be at my limit! I'm coming, coming, coming!"
Her body trembled violently, and she was drenched in sweat.
Still, we didn't stop, instead intensifying our movements.
"Ahhh! No! Don't cum inside! Please!"
"It's okay, Misaki. Relax and feel good."
Saying that, I thrust my dick even deeper.
Misaki's voice reached its limit, and she continued to scream.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhhhhhh!"
And finally, we both climaxed simultaneously.
"Dopyu! Byurururu...!"
"Phew! Phew! Haah! Haah!"
"Haah! Haah! Haah! Hayashi-kun, did you cum?"
"Yes, I came inside the President's pussy. Sato-kun, you came in her ass, right?"
"Yeah... I came too. It was amazing..."
I honestly gave my impression.
"Hayashi-kun, thank you. Thanks to you, Misaki also had an amazing time."
I reached out my hand for a handshake with Hayashi-kun.
Hayashi-kun, with a broad smile, shook my hand.
And then, I erased Hayashi-kun's memory.
"Misaki, I erased Hayashi-kun's memory. That's enough for today. The rest is at your house."
"Ngh... Yes... Ryuji-kun... I think... I was just jealous... As long as Ryuji-kun... holds me... nothing else matters..."
Misaki, breathless, said that and then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
I tidied up their appearances and seated them in the student council room, then slowly cleaned the preparation room. After Misaki woke up, we had sex again at her house until we both reached our limits.
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