Haruto widened his eyes, putting on his best pitiful act.
A single, perfectly crafted tear welled in the corner of his eye, and his lower lip trembled just enough to be convincing. He looked every bit the chastised puppy, hoping for a scrap of forgiveness.
Even knowing it was fake, Tsubaki's anger subsided considerably.
"It only just ended today..."
The icy wall around her heart thawed another inch. His words, though likely exaggerated, fed the part of her that had been waiting, that had missed him despite her anger.
Seizing the opportunity, Haruto added, "The moment training was over, I came straight to you."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper meant for her ears only. The heat of his body began to seep through the thin fabric of her uniform.
Tsubaki had heard from Akeno about Haruto's training with Koneko.
But she hadn't known when it would wrap up.
Tsubaki stayed silent, though the tension in her expression eased.
She no longer kept the back of her head turned to him.
Her posture softened, a silent invitation she herself wasn't fully aware of giving. The scent of him, sweat and sunshine and something uniquely Haruto, filled her senses, making her head feel light.
Seeing this, Haruto's heart leapt. He shifted from an arm around her waist to a full embrace, capturing her soft lips.
This time, Tsubaki didn't resist.
Instead, a small, surrendering sigh escaped her nose as her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, came up to rest tentatively against his chest, feeling the powerful, rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms.
After some tender nuzzling, Haruto's tongue—still carrying traces of Akeno's scent—pushed past her slightly parted teeth.
The battlefield moved into the warm confines of Tsubaki's mouth.
It was an invasion, and she welcomed it, her own resolve melting under the skillful assault. The faint, foreign taste of another woman on his tongue sparked a flicker of competitive fire within her, making her want to claim him, to overwrite that scent with her own.
Her delicate, silky tongue was soon entwined with his as he savored the sweetness of her soft flesh, his movements growing increasingly fervent.
Once he'd thoroughly explored every corner of her mouth, he still wasn't satisfied.
Returning to her tongue, he sucked it into his own mouth, gently nibbling the surface before lavishing attention on the tip.
A low, needy whimper vibrated in Tsubaki's throat. The sensation was overwhelming, each flick and suck sending jolts of pure electricity straight to her core, coiling the heat low in her belly.
Tsubaki's face flushed crimson as her tongue was pulled out entirely, leaving her unable to stop her saliva from dripping.
If her beautiful eyes rolled up slightly more, it would be the classic "ahegao" expression.
Strings of glistening saliva connected their mouths, and she was painfully aware of the lewd picture she must make—the perfect, pristine student council vice-president lost in a debauched kiss, her composure in tatters.
After passively enduring for a while, Tsubaki seized the initiative while Haruto was distracted and getting handsy.
She wrapped her arms around Haruto, her nimble little tongue reversing its earlier sluggishness as she pressed forward step by step.
Her newfound boldness was intoxicating. She explored his mouth with a desperate hunger, her hips canting forward of their own volition, seeking friction against the hard planes of his body.
Feeling the delicate softness in his hands, Haruto narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, letting Tsubaki Shinra run wild in his mouth.
Their lips parted and met again and again. After more than ten minutes, Haruto's freshly straightened uniform was once again in disarray.
The usually composed and intellectual vice president was in an even worse state—her uniform buttons undone, her sheer black lingerie pushed up to her chin.
The cool air of the student council room kissed her heated skin, pebbling her sensitive nipples and making her gasp against his mouth. The contrast of the chilly air and the scorching heat of his hands was maddening.
Her perky, snow-white nipples were covered in red palm prints, their pink tips already standing at attention.
Haruto's hands slipped beneath her pleated skirt, roaming freely over her long, stocking-clad legs.
His fingers traced the delicate lace top of her stockings, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, massaging and spreading them apart by increments. Every touch was a brand, marking her as his.
Tsubaki lay against Haruto's chest, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly, her large, watery eyes brimming with desire.
Feeling Haruto's hands growing increasingly bold, she lightly clenched her thighs, her small hands gently gripping his wrists.
It was a token resistance, her body betraying the meaning of the action. While her hands held his wrists, her hips pressed down, seeking more of the delicious pressure of his trapped fingers.
"Tsubaki-senpai, I came today to tell you some good news."
With his advances halted, Haruto had an idea and played his trump card.
"Hmm?"
The sound was a breathy, distracted mess. She could barely form a coherent thought, her mind clouded with a haze of lust. Good news? The only news she cared about was the feeling of his skin against hers.
Tsubaki lifted her head, her dazed gaze meeting Haruto's star-bright eyes.
Haruto smiled faintly. "I've agreed to become President Sona's servant..."
The moment the words left his mouth, the resistance on his wrists vanished.
Her grip went slack, her hands sliding from his wrists to clutch at his biceps instead, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The implication of his words—shattered the last of her defenses.
Her delicate, pale hands still rested on his wrists, but their only purpose now was to excite Haruto even more.
Seeing Tsubaki's half-resisting, half-yielding demeanor, Haruto could hardly wait to strip her bare and take her right then and there.
His large hands kneaded her stocking-clad legs, attempting to venture toward that sacred territory behind her damp panties.
He could feel the heat radiating from her vagina even through her damp panties, a siren's call that promised unimaginable pleasure. The soaked fabric was a testament to her need for him.
But as soon as half his palm slipped in, he was tightly clamped down on again.
Her thighs trembled, a spasm of nervous anticipation and raw desire. It was her body's final, automatic defense of its most intimate treasure.
"You're serious?" Tsubaki asked, her pink little tongue teasing Haruto's chest as she spoke.
Her voice was thick with want, each word a hot puff against his skin. She licked a stripe over his collarbone, tasting him, her teeth grazing his skin in a gentle, promising bite.
Haruto kept a straight face, adopting a solemn expression. "Of course. You can inform President Sona right now."
A blush spread across Tsubaki's cheeks, and her tightly pressed thighs subtly loosened—just enough to allow Haruto's hand to move freely.
"Ahh... Ohhmm!"
Enduring the constant stimulation to her pussy and clitoris, Tsubaki bit her lower lip, struggling to suppress her moans.
His fingers were devilishly clever, circling her swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure before dipping down to smear her own slickness back up, teasing her entrance without penetration. It was a sweet, exquisite torture.
Mana flowed as she raised her slender arm, tracing a blue magic circle in the air with her delicate finger.
Concentrating through the pleasure was agony. The magical symbols shimmered in the air, her finger trembling as she drew each complex line, her breath hitching with every brush of his fingers against her sensitive nub.
As the final stroke was completed, Tsubaki's tense body relaxed, no longer holding back.
A shimmering, nearly invisible dome of energy sealed the room, locking them in a world of their own. The sounds of the school faded, replaced by the thunderous beating of their hearts and their ragged breathing. They were completely, utterly alone.
A series of rapid, seductive notes spilled from her lips.
"Mmm... ah... Haru... Haruto, slower..."
But her body told a different story. Her hips began to move in tiny, frantic circles, grinding against his hand, begging for more. Her words were a lie her flesh refused to tell.
"Tsubaki-senpai, what was that just now?"
Moving his hand to the small of her back, Haruto pulled down her soaked panties.
The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled the space between them. The sight of the soaked black fabric being peeled down her slender, stocking-clad legs was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Tsubaki obediently rose onto her tiptoes, whimpering softly. "Mmm... it's... a... magic... barrier..."
"A s-soundproof barrier... and a l-lock..." she managed to gasp out, her eyes rolling back as his fingers finally, blessedly, made contact with her bare, slick folds. "N-No one... can interrupt..."
Haruto's face lit up with delight, and his movements grew even more efficient.
Originally, he had been troubled over how to convince Tsubaki to fulfill their agreement first rather than immediately notifying Sona...
Now, not only did he not need an excuse, but the possibility of being interrupted was completely eliminated.
Tucking the black translucent panties into his pocket, Haruto carried Tsubaki over to the spacious conference table.
He kissed her deeply as he walked, his tongue plunging into her mouth in a rhythm that promised what was to come. Her arms wound around his neck, holding on for dear life as the world spun around her.
Placing the aroused Tsubaki onto her usual seat, Haruto swiftly stripped himself bare.
His clothes fell to the floor in a heap, forgotten. The afternoon light glinted off the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, and his erecti dick stood proud and thick. Tsubaki's breath caught at the sight, her mouth going dry.
Standing before her, his heated arousal pointed directly at the vice president's delicate lips.
"Tsubaki-senpai..." Haruto slightly thrust his hips, pressing his throbbing length against her reddened lips. "Want a taste?"
The velvety head, already glistening with a drop of pre-cum, smeared a wet trail across her lips. The taste, salty and uniquely male, made her shudder with need.
Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Tsubaki shot him a sultry glare before parting her lips and slowly lowering her head.
Her gaze never left his, a mix of shy obedience and bold seduction in her eyes. She opened her mouth, letting the tip of him rest on her tongue, and gave an experimental, tentative lick.
"Mmm..." Haruto shuddered in pleasure, nearly losing control right then.
A guttural groan ripped from his throat. Her tongue was so soft, so warm, and the sight of her beautiful face taking him in was almost too much to bear.
Though inexperienced, Tsubaki's simple licks were enough—especially since he had been pent up for so long after holding back with Akeno.
Suppressing the initial overwhelming sensation, Haruto exhaled slowly.
That was close—he almost embarrassed himself.
"Tsubaki-senpai, try moving up and down..."
He gently guided her head with a hand in her hair. "Just like that... yes... use your lips too."
Not satisfied with just a taste, Haruto began instructing her.
"Yeah, like sucking on a popsicle... tighter..."
She obeyed, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she took more of him into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth. The suction was incredible, and the faint, gagging sound she made as he hit the back of her throat only fueled his arousal.
Though not a hentai heroine, Tsubaki was a quick learner.
Soon mastering the technique, she tilted her head as instructed, tightly enveloping him.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the effort and the stretch, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her hands coming up to fondle his heavy sac, rolling his balls gently in her palm.
His length slid in and out, causing a visible bulge to shift beneath her pale, smooth cheek.
Schlick, schlick... squelch, squelch...
The lewd, wet sounds of her mouth working his cock filled the sealed room. Haruto watched, mesmerized, as his shaft disappeared between her plush, reddened lips.
Savoring the slick warmth surrounding him, Haruto sighed in satisfaction.
After indulging for a while, he hesitated to teach her more—she was already milking his dick from all the suction from her mouth, if he taught her more, she might suck him dry one day.
"Hah... Tsubaki-senpai, hold on."
He reluctantly pulled himself from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to his glistening tip for a moment before snapping. She looked up at him, dazed and wanton, her lips swollen and bruised from their use.
Switching positions, he turned her around, bending her over the table with her hands braced against the surface, her plump ass raised enticingly.
The surface of the table was cool against her feverish skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly consumed by lust. This was where she presided over meetings, where she organized school events. Now, it would be the altar of her deflowering.
Her flawless back and snow-white skin were on full display, the only covering being the sheer black stockings clinging to her slender legs—her indoor shoes long since kicked off somewhere.
He took a moment to admire the view—the elegant curve of her spine, the perfect, round globes of her ass, and the glistening, pink flower nestled between her thighs, already weeping with need for him.
Gripping the soft, rounded curves of her hips, Haruto pressed forward.
Between the pale mounds, her glistening valley dripped with arousal, coating him thoroughly.
He rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds, gathering her wetness, teasing them both. Each pass over her sensitive clit made her jolt and whimper, her fingers scrambling for a grip on the smooth tabletop.
Excited by the sight, he spread and squeezed the supple flesh, watching as her delicate pussy and clitoris quivered in anticipation.
"So beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "So wet and ready for me, Tsubaki-senpai."
Feeling the scorching heat at her entrance, the vice president instinctively arched back, eager to take him in fully.
But Haruto pulled back slightly, denying her.
Instead, he let his slickened length glide along her folds, teasingly pressing against her barrier without breaching it.
He teased her entrance, applying the slightest pressure, letting her feel the stretch and the promise of fullness before pulling away again. It was a torturous game, and she was losing her mind.
"Ngh..."
Tsubaki whimpered, the slight relief only intensifying her need.
After a moment of stillness, she tried rocking her hips—but Haruto's firm grip on her waist held her in place.
A frustrated, broken sob escaped her. "P-Please... Haruto... stop teasing me..." she begged, her voice cracking with desperation. She was empty, aching, and only he could fill the void.
Amused by her desperate squirming, he deliberately kept most of himself outside, relishing the snug, velvety friction as her body massaged him.
After several failed attempts and unbearable waiting, Tsubaki finally turned her head, her pleading gaze meeting his.
Tears of frustration and need traced paths down her crimson cheeks. Her composure was gone, replaced by a raw, primal need that mirrored his own. "Please... I need you... inside..."
Her beautiful eyes held a mix of shyness and reproach, her flushed face brimming with unmistakable desire. Her cherry-pink lips were bitten nearly white.
Haruto was also nearing his limit, his eager member sending relentless signals of urgency.
Bending over her jade-like back, he lowered his head to meet Tsubaki's lips.
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her whimpers and pleas. At the same moment, he aligned himself and pushed forward, finally ending the sweet agony.
His length slowly withdrew, and even this slight friction drew muffled groans from both of them.
So tight...
The thought was a primal roar in his mind. Her inner walls were like a silken fist, clenching around him instinctively, trying to resist the invasion even as they welcomed it.
Haruto marveled inwardly, gathering strength in his waist before thrusting forward forcefully.
The thin barrier tore, pale pink blood mingling with slick fluids as they dripped to the floor.
A sharp, piercing pain made Tsubaki stiffen and cry out against his lips, her nails scratching the table. But it was quickly chased away by an overwhelming sense of fullness, of being complete. He was buried to the hilt within her, a part of her now.
Tsubaki's delicate body tensed instantly, her snow-white neck arching instinctively as even her soft, pliant tongue stiffened.
Haruto used both hands and mouth to caress her sensitive spots.
He soothed her, whispering praises into her ear. "You're so perfect... so tight around me... you take me so well, Tsubaki-senpai." His hands found her breasts, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples, sending new waves of pleasure to mix with the fading pain.
His member pressed against a cushion of soft flesh, not daring to move further.
Though motionless, the intense squeezing sensation rivaled constant thrusting.
He stayed still, letting her adjust to his size, to the feeling of being stretched and filled. Her inner muscles fluttered around him, a rhythmic, involuntary pulsing that milked his length and threatened his control. The wait was its own form of exquisite madness.
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