episode_0285

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Surviving as the Academy’s Vice Student Council President.

To survive in a way that resembles the title of this web novel, you need a lot of things.

A competent student council president who handles work so well that nothing trickles down to me.

A solid network of connections so reliable that I could laze around all day without consequence.

The good looks and eloquence to pull it off.

And if I had to add one more thing…

Ah, right.

Social awareness.

“Ugh…”

Taking a short break, I stretched my arm and grabbed the smartphone I’d left on the bedside table.

Lunchtime was almost over, so it was obvious that my senior would’ve already sent me a barrage of curses (though the actual messages were polite, without a single vulgar word).

I mean, I am holding down the fort here.

I even said so myself.

Besides, my senior… always tells me to get lost whenever they see me, but they get bored when I’m actually gone.

The student council is full of gloomy kids, regardless of gender.

Anyway, the important point here:

You shouldn’t run away just because you know you’re going to get scolded.

Of course, that doesn’t mean you should fight back either.

There’s a saying, you know—Taijiquan.

Just deflect it. Gently.

“Sorry. I was going to grab lunch and come back, but something came up.”

There were endless excuses I could’ve made, so I casually turned on my phone, but…

“…?”

It was clean.

At most, there were just a few messages in the group chat.

Not a single message from my senior.

Did “going out for some air” turn into an actual lunch outing?

No. Even if it had, they would’ve checked in on the student council room by now.

…This isn’t what I expected.

At the very least, I should’ve gotten a “Where are you?” text from my senior…

“Pfft… Why, Senior?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Just killing time.”

“Aha… I thought you were taking pictures or something…”

“Pictures? You into that? Getting turned on by being photographed?”

“N-No… I was actually going to tell you not to take any…”

Post-nut clarity led to an especially thorough cleaning blowjob.

It was nice to watch, but maybe because she was a virgin, it was pretty bland. Still, it’d be a waste to use her just once, so I just patted her head.

Judging by how she followed me around like a lost puppy despite barely knowing me, she seemed a little loose in the chastity department…

Girls like this are easy to play with if you treat them just a little better than others.

For occasional use, there’s no more convenient type.

“Alright. I won’t take any, so let’s finish up and wash. If we’re too late, people might get suspicious. Not that they’d care that much.”

“…Okay…”

…Well, whatever.

The important thing isn’t her—it’s my senior.

Holding the back of her head to keep her focused on the cleaning blowjob, I started typing a message with my free hand.

To sum it up, it was practically a confession.

“Came out for lunch, met up with a friend, running a little late.”

There was a tiny bit of fabrication, but it wasn’t far from the truth.

But after sending it, the “1” next to the message didn’t disappear for a long time.

…They used to read things right away.

Are they busy right now?

Or did they block me?

Hmm.

“Alright. Let’s wash up now.”

“…Cough…, Yes, Senior…”

“For your first time, you’re really good at this. Did you practice or something?”

“Practice… Not really… Just, you know, imagined it…”

“Who? Imagined sucking off some celebrity?”

“T-To be honest… Just any good-looking guy like you…”

“…Oh?”

“…….”

“So, satisfied? With the results of your ‘practice’?”

“…Very much…”

I don’t know.

I’ll find out when I head to the student council room later.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I pulled the girl close and headed to the shower.

“Can you tell me who you imagined?”

“Usually you, Senior… But, sometimes… ……Can I really say it?”

“Say it. Say it. It’s not like I’d get jealous when I was your first anyway.”

“…The, the nurse’s office guy…”

“Ah. He’s good-looking too. Kinda quiet and friendly.”

– ……. …! …….

At the same time, I thought I heard a loud noise from beyond the wall.

…Well.

My pent-up lust had already been fully dealt with.

So I didn’t really care anymore.

Whether they were deliberately moaning loudly like I had been earlier.

Or slamming against the wall like crazy.

Whatever they were doing.

Didn’t matter.

285

In terms of sheer embarrassment, this was the worst.

Riding Seo Woojin from above was the easiest for me.

Next was facing him while he sat up, like earlier.

Then lying on the bed, looking up at his face while we had sex.

And the absolute worst of the remaining options—this.

“I don’t like the building much, but the condoms they left here aren’t bad.”

“…”

“Kinda wish the size fit a little better, though.”

“…”

With the sole advantage of not having to look Seo Woojin in the eye…

…I was on all fours.

Showing him my backside—everything.

Humiliating.

A disgustingly vulgar position.

“Ngh…….”

If I weren’t in heat, I’d never have agreed to this. Burying my face in the pillow, I felt his fingers brush against the walls of my pussy—the same walls he’d been pounding recklessly just moments ago.

Even though I consider myself on the larger side for a woman, his fingers were longer and thicker than mine.

They plunged deep inside, stretching me open before pulling out. Compared to his cock earlier, they were nothing, yet my hips twitched lightly.

…The only saving grace was that

they were just fingers, so I didn’t have to moan.

The unfortunate part?

This wasn’t going to end with just fingers.

When the real thing came,

I might not be able to hold back my voice.

“Time’s tighter than I thought.”

“…….”

“I’m gonna use up all the time we have left, so… we’ll wash up at the Academy.”

“…….”

…No.

I’m definitely going to moan.

I’ll try to hold back, of course.

But how long can I last?

How much sound can this white pillow muffle?

I don’t know.

Besides, I’m like this because I’m in heat.

…I’m not in my right mind.

So how the hell am I supposed to…

“Ugh… ngh…….”

…hold it in?

My head, my body—they all know how good it feels to be filled by that cock.

How am I supposed to resist?

Frustrated, the moment his tip touched my entrance, a storm of curses swirled in my mind.

Honestly, about 90% of them were

some variation of “Fuck—”

A surprisingly versatile swear.

“Lift your hips higher.”

“…”

They’re already high enough.

I wanted to snap at him to be grateful I was doing even this much, but afraid my voice would crack, I raised them a little more.

Frankly, the act itself wasn’t hard.

…The problem was how mortifying it was to know Seo Woojin was watching.

Maybe because of that tiny movement.

Something warm and wet slid down my thigh.

Given the circumstances… it was probably my own arousal.

No idea why it was gushing out so much, making things even more awkward.

…Not like it matters.

“Hah…”

“H-Hic…”

Once Seo Woojin started pushing inside,

there’d be no room left—it’d all spill out anyway.

Why does my stupid body produce so much?

…It’s just embarrassing.

“…For some reason, this feels tighter than usual.”

“…Shut up… and just fuck me…”

“If this is your thing, should we do this position every time for your ‘treatment’?”

“I don’t… care…”

Maybe because it was the second round.

Seo Woojin, spouting nonsense about me feeling tighter than usual, didn’t slowly push in—he shoved himself to the hilt in one go.

I tried to stop him by reaching back with one hand, but it was useless.

Trying to awkwardly fend off someone who only needed to thrust his hips was a losing battle from the start.

Only half of him was inside, but it was already too late to resist.

Pointless effort.

So all I could do was…

“…J-Just hurry up and…”

“…”

“…Finish…”

After begging him to end it quickly,

I buried my face back into the white pillow,

…and surrendered to the sticky pressure,

gasping helplessly as it washed over me like flames.

The fact that his ugly, disgusting cock was filling me so completely made my mind go blank with… hatred, but…

…I remembered the saying “Good medicine tastes bitter.”

So I silently took it.

Not because it felt good,

but because I had no choice.

My body might not agree,

but my mind—

had no choice.

“Hah…, Ngh…”

I’d never measured it myself, but he was definitely hitting the deepest part of me.

The thick pressure filled me to the brim before suddenly pulling halfway out.

…Thud.

Then, with pinpoint accuracy,

he slammed right into the spot he shouldn’t have.

It felt completely different from when I’d been riding him earlier.

Of course it would—back then, we were face-to-face, and now my body was turned the opposite way.

But infuriatingly, this also felt unbearably good.

After thudding against that spot, he ground against my walls, stretching me open with each slow, deliberate thrust. It felt too good.

Actually, now that I thought about it, this might feel even better than before.

The only differences were the position and…

…the force of his thrusts.

This animalistic, obscene position—

I hate it.

“Ah, ah, hah…, Hah……. Ngh…♡”

Had he noticed I was on the verge of cumming every few seconds?

Pressing his pelvis flush against my ass, he stopped teasing and started pounding into me without pause.

So hard that his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust.

Too much.

I wanted to tell him to slow down, to not make me so excited.

But I didn’t have the breath to speak.

The moment I let go of the pillow, the moans that escaped me were so vulgar I couldn’t believe they were mine.

Biting down on it was the only way to keep my voice to shaky whimpers.

What else could I do in this state?

Other than pray Seo Woojin cums quickly and ends this?

…Well, there are a few things.

“…You fucking bitch, seriously…”

“Hah… Why… are you… swearing…”

“You’ll never understand. …Not unless you’re the one fucking someone.”

Like tightening around him to make him cum faster.

“Ah, are you doing it on purpose? Or is it just a reflex?”

“What… are you… talking about…? Explain… properly…”

“…Now I get why you’re a gumiho. At least right now.”

“What does… that mean……?”

I managed to ask between ragged breaths, but he didn’t answer.

Instead, his movements grew even rougher.

The hands that had been gripping my waist earlier…

…now pinned my wrists to the bed,

Slap, slap, slap.

as he hammered into me hard enough to jolt my entire body.

All I’d done was

help that pervert cum faster.

Yet as my mind went numb from the relentless pounding,

“What does it mean? …You’re just too fucking hot.”

“…….”

“…Way too good to share.”

In a tone too crude to be a confession,

too rude to be a compliment,

he whispered those words into my burning ears.

“What was the condition for you going into heat again?”

“…A man’s body… touching me……”

“Then don’t let other men touch you from now on.”

“Other men… obviously… Ah, ah… But you too…”

“Fine, but no one else. Especially the Vice President. Got it?”

“…It’s not like… that bastard… Ngh…….”

“‘That bastard,’ what?”

While my shamefully dripping pussy was being pounded,

…while my words faltered, pissing him off enough to fuck me so hard my vision blurred,

“…I wouldn’t go into heat… even if he touched me…….”

“…….”

“What kind of heat… Ngh… would I get from a guy who doesn’t even seem male……?”

“So, at least to you, I do seem male.”

“…Don’t… overinterpret…….”

“You sniffed my shirt and fingered yourself after barely touching me. …Didn’t you?”

“…….”

“I see you as a female. …At least on par with Han Sua or Yozora.”

“…….”

“…Open your mouth. Tell me how you see me.”

“…….”

“…Don’t bury your face in the pillow the moment things get tough.”

“…….”

“…Hurry up.”

His fingers shoved into my mouth, forcing it open.

In the end,

“As… a male…….”

“…Say it again.”

“…Hah… As a male…….”

“…….”

“…Happy now…? You pervert……?”

Right at the entrance to my cervix,

…separated only by a thin layer of rubber,

Squelch, squelch… squelch…

I felt the condom swelling, ready to burst,

as I spat out words I didn’t mean—

words he wanted to hear.

“…Ah…? W-Wait… Where…”

“You’re in charge of keeping your mouth shut.”

“…N-No, someone will hear…”

“…Figure it out. Pull out that white tail from last time and bite it if you have to.”

“…….”

“I really want to show off to the bastard on the other side of the wall right now.”

“You’re seriously a disgusting piece of trash…… Ah—!”

“…Crazy bitch. You’re squeezing even tighter than before…”

“It’s… just the position……. Hah…”

I never thought

…he’d get this worked up over something so small.