The next day, the polished halls of Seiryu Academy hum with their usual morning activity. Hiro walks with a newfound swagger towards the student council office, a place normally reserved for the school's elite. He knocks once, then pushes the door open, a smirk playing on his lips.
Inside, the atmosphere is one of focused efficiency. Riko sits at the head of the long table, her posture as impeccable as ever, a picture of cool authority. Around her are the other formidable members of the student council: Kyoko, the headmaster's sharp-eyed daughter; Mika, with her deceptively sweet smile; and the two younger, yet equally refined, junior members, Haruna and Yui.
All eyes turn to Hiro as he enters. He sees the subtle shift in their expressions—a flicker of curiosity, quickly followed by a hint of disdain. He knows what they're thinking. He's not one of them.
Riko, however, maintains her composure. Her gaze meets Hiro's for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of their twisted agreement. "Good morning, everyone," she announces, her voice clear and resonant. "I'd like to introduce Hiro Takeda."
She turns to Hiro, a forced, professional smile on her lips. "Takeda-kun will be joining us as a new member of the student council. He will also serve as our male student representative, as we currently have no boys on the council."
A collective ripple of surprise, almost a gasp, sweeps through the room. The student council is an elite group, a bastion of the school's most talented and privileged. They expect someone like themselves—perhaps Ken, Riko's brother, who, while quiet, at least comes from their world. But Hiro? His less-than-polished appearance, his rougher demeanor, his sheer lack of "elite" status is a stark contrast to their carefully curated circle. They clearly find him ugly, out of place.
Despite their unspoken protests, they can't deny Riko's decision. Her word, as student council president, is law.
Riko, sensing their unspoken dissent, offers a brief explanation. "Takeda-kun is the leader of the preparation team for the upcoming school festival. His insights will be invaluable as we finalize our plans." Her explanation is pragmatic, unassailable, yet the tension in the room remains thick, a silent testament to the council members' unspoken disapproval.
Hiro's smile broadens, a mix of triumph and calculated charm, as he turns to address the room. "Thank you all for having me," he says, his voice smooth and confident, carrying just enough humility to seem sincere. "I assure you, I'll do my absolute best for the festival. My goal is to make this the biggest, most talked-about event this town has ever seen."
His alluring words, delivered with a practiced ease, seem to cut through some of the initial skepticism, eliciting a subtle nod of satisfaction from a few council members. He has a way of making his ambition sound like a shared vision.
He then shifts gears, his gaze sweeping over the group. "And to achieve that," he continues, his voice gaining a persuasive edge, "we need to make sure our posters are absolutely everywhere. Not just in school, but across the entire town. And as the elite student council members, you are the natural idols of our school. Your faces should be the face of this festival."
Riko, seated at the head of the table, remains silent, her face a mask of careful neutrality. She knows exactly what Hiro is doing, the insidious path he's laying out, but she is bound by their agreement, her silence a heavy burden.
Hiro, sensing her implicit consent, presses on. "Imagine the impact," he urges, his voice laced with enticing possibility. "If these posters truly hit the town, if they become as ubiquitous as I plan, model agencies will undoubtedly be looking. They'll see your talent, your beauty, your presence." He pauses, letting the allure of fame and opportunity settle in. "I advise that at least a few of you, the prominent members, should lend your image. It's not just about the festival; it's about your future, your potential beyond these walls."
A polite silence hangs in the room after Hiro's persuasive speech. Then, Kyoko, ever the pragmatist, speaks. "We'll consider your proposal, Takeda-kun. It's an interesting idea." She glances at Riko. "We'll need to discuss it with Riko-san and the rest of the council in private." Her tone is firm, clearly indicating that while they appreciate his initiative, the decision rests solely with them. The other council members murmur their agreement, offering polite but noncommittal nods.
The meeting continues, shifting to other logistical plans for the festival. Discussions about booth assignments, budget allocations, and volunteer schedules fill the air. Hiro participates, offering his input efficiently, but his eyes occasionally drift to Riko, a subtle gleam of anticipation in their depths. Finally, with the agenda complete, Riko dismisses the meeting. The council members gather their papers, exchanging polite goodbyes as they file out of the room, leaving Riko and Hiro behind.
The door clicks shut, sealing them in. The hum of the fluorescent lights, once merely background noise, now seems unnervingly loud in the sudden silence. Hiro's professional demeanor melts away, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger. He watches the last council member disappear down the hallway, then turns, his gaze burning into Riko.
He takes a slow, deliberate step towards her, his eyes raking over her form. Her simple blouse and short skirt, which had seemed unassuming moments ago, now cling to her in a way that highlights every alluring curve. He sees the soft swell of her breasts against the fabric, the subtle indentation of her waist, the generous flare of her hips, and the long, toned line of her legs revealed by her skirt.
"You were very... presidential in there, Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky purr, his eyes devouring her. "That commanding tone, that way you handled them... it's incredibly sexy." His words are thick with lust, a direct appreciation of her power now twisted into a perverse form of admiration. He watches her face, the faint flush that rises on her cheeks, and feels his groin harden, a familiar ache of desire.
He closes the remaining distance between them, stopping just inches from her. His hand, slow and deliberate, reaches out. His fingers lightly brush against her arm, then move upwards, tracing the delicate curve of her shoulder, before descending slowly, possessively, along her spine. He feels the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, the subtle tremor that runs through her body, a testament to her unwilling surrender. His touch is a brand, a silent claim on her, a promise of the degradation to come.
Riko's eyes, wide with fresh terror, dart around the austere student council room. "Please, Takeda-kun, not here!" she whispers, her voice raw with desperation. "Someone could come! This is the council room!" The very thought of being further violated in the sanctum of her authority, a place of order and respect, is a fresh wave of humiliation.
Hiro's smile is cruel, triumphant. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, chilling purr. "Relax, Riko-chan. This is the safest place in the entire school. No one comes here without your permission, remember? It's perfectly private." His gaze sweeps over her, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, then drops to her trembling body. "And besides," he adds, his voice thick with lust, "there's a new kind of excitement, isn't there? Having fun with the Ice Queen right here, where she rules. It makes it all the more... thrilling."
Her will utterly shattered, Riko can only nod, a profound admission of defeat. She moves to the large, polished council table, her hands bracing themselves against its cool surface. Slowly, agonizingly, she begins to bend over, her back arching, her round ass naturally lifting, presenting itself to him. The motion emphasizes the beautiful contrast with her slender waist, a visual masterpiece of curves that Hiro's eyes devour.
He steps closer, his breath hot against her exposed skin. With a swift, deliberate movement, his fingers hook under the waistband of her white lace panty. He pulls, slowly, relentlessly, the delicate fabric sliding down her firm, round buttocks, revealing more and more of her sexy figure. The lace, stark white against her flushed skin, bunches at her thighs before falling to her ankles.
Riko stands before him, naked from the waist down, her ass perfectly presented, exposed and vulnerable. Hiro lets out a low, appreciative hum, his gaze lingering on the delicate folds of her pussy, moist and glistening, framed by the dark triangle of her pubic area. He sees the tight, unblemished skin, the subtle curves and shadows that hint at her virginity. He imagines her clitoris, swollen and sensitive, waiting for his touch. His erected dick throbs, aching for the warmth of her.
He steps closer, positioning himself behind her, his eyes burning with triumphant lust. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of her buttocks, then spreads her thighs slightly with a firm hand, opening her further for his view. He savors the intimate details of her lower beauty, every curve, every shadow, laid bare for his ultimate gratification.
Riko's voice, raw and trembling, came as a desperate plea. "Takeda-kun... remember your promise. No entering." Her ass was still perfectly presented, her pussy glistening as she leaned over the council table.
Hiro's grin widened, a cruel, triumphant twist of his lips. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Don't worry, Riko-chan," he purred, his voice a low, husky growl. "I'm a man of my word. I won't stick it in that beautiful pussy of yours until you beg me to. Until you tell me to." The very promise, laced with such explicit conditions, was a further degradation, binding her to his future command.
His hands, already on her round ass, began to grope with a possessive fervor. He squeezed, kneaded, and shaped the firm flesh, his fingers delving into the soft valley between her buttocks. He felt the rhythmic clench and release of her muscles, a direct response to his violating touch. His every movement was deliberate, designed to ignite a desperate, undeniable wetness in her. He could feel her pussy already beginning to slick even more from his manipulation, a silent testament to the efficacy of his control.
Then, with a casual, almost dismissive gesture, he unzipped his own pants. His erected dick sprang free, thick and throbbing, and he guided its glistening head to the very entrance of her pussy. Riko gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound, her body tensing. The sight of his penis, so close to her untouched core, was terrifyingly real.
He leaned in, his voice a low, mesmerizing whisper. "Feel that, Riko-chan? That's what you do to me." He carefully, exquisitely, began to rub the tip of his dick between the folded, sensitive slides of her labia. He didn't push in. Not yet. He just slid it, back and forth, over her entrance, the head of his cock gliding along the exquisite sensitivity of her virgin skin. He felt the heat, the wetness, the incredible tightness of her untouched folds, tantalizing himself and torturing her with the promise of more. Each deliberate friction was a step further into her complete submission, an exploration of her unwilling but undeniable arousal.
Riko's body tenses, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips, a sound she desperately tries to stifle but cannot. The tip of Hiro's hard dick presses insistently at her entrance, pushing, teasing, never quite fully entering. It's an exquisite torment, a frustration that makes her feel wild, almost losing her senses. She can feel her own wetness, hot and slick, pooling between her legs, a humiliating testament to her body's betrayal.
Hiro grins, his eyes burning with triumph as he watches her struggle. He dips the tip of his dick just a bit deeper into her pussy, sliding past the delicate outer folds, a fraction of an inch into her warm, tight entrance. "You want it now, don't you, Riko-chan?" he murmurs, his voice a low, husky growl, filled with lust. "You want all of it. Tell me. Say it."
Riko's head shakes weakly, a silent, desperate denial. "No," she chokes out, her voice barely audible. "Please... no."
Hiro pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, his movements deliberate, controlling. "You rule the council, Riko-chan," he whispers, his voice now colder, sharper. "But I'm making the rules from now on. You understand?" He slides his dick roughly against her entrance, a harsh friction that makes her gasp. "Do you understand?"
Riko's body trembles, every muscle screaming in silent protest, but she has no strength left to fight. Her eyes, wide and haunted, meet his for a moment, a profound admission of her defeat. "Yes," she whispers, the word a broken gasp. "I... I understand."
Hiro's smile widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He pulls his dick completely away from her, and Riko's body sags, utterly spent. He reaches down, pulling up his pants, then looks at her, his gaze sweeping over her disheveled form.
"Good," he says, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Because I want to see you in more hot dresses, Riko-chan. More revealing. More... submissive." He envisions her in outfits that leave nothing to the imagination, her D-cup breasts unbound, her round ass perfectly framed, her pussy ready for his gaze.
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "And not just you," he murmurs, his voice filled with a chilling ambition. "I'm going to make all the girls in this school be like you. Hotter. More exposed. More... obedient. Starting with the student council girls. It's your job to make sure they cooperate. You'll make sure they all look sexy for the camera. For me. You understand, Riko-chan?"
Riko stares at him, her beautiful features a mask of utter defeat. Her body still aches from his rough touch, her pussy still throbs from his relentless teasing. She has nothing left. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible, completely obedience.
Hiro settles back onto a chair, his eyes fixed on Riko, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Come here, Riko-chan," he commands, his voice a low, husky purr. "Make me cum. With that beautiful pussy of yours."
Riko, her body still trembling from his last assault, slowly approaches him. Her eyes, wide and haunted, stare blankly ahead, devoid of any will. She straddles his lap, her wet pussy hovering just above his erected dick. With a shaky hand, she guides his hard shaft into place, positioning it at her entrance.
She begins to move, swaying her hips slowly, grinding against his dick without actually taking him inside. The friction is immediate, intense, and Riko's breath hitches, a low moan escaping her lips. The sensation is both humiliating and undeniably erotic, a raw, primal response she can't control. Her ass, firm and round, rolls over his groin, feeling the heat and thickness of him.
As she grinds, Hiro's hands fly to her blouse, tearing at the buttons. The fabric parts, revealing her bare breasts. He unclips her bra, and her D-cup boobs spring free, bouncing wildly with each sway of her hips. They jiggle and bounce in front of his face, a mesmerizing, lustful display. Hiro lets out a low groan, his head falling back, utterly lost in the moment. He's in heaven, surrounded by the sight and feel of her perfect body.
Riko's long black hair flies around her as she moves, a dark, silken curtain against her flushed skin. She's like dancing, a forced, degrading performance of raw sensuality. Her moans grow louder, mixing with Hiro's groans, filling the quiet room with the sounds of their perverse intimacy.
A few minutes later, Riko's body tenses, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as a violent climax wracks her. She cries out, a broken, raw sound, her body convulsing. Almost simultaneously, Hiro lets out a guttural roar, his own climax erupting, spilling cum between her legs, coating her pussy and inner thighs.
He pulls back, breathing heavily, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. He quickly pulls out his phone. He snaps a few selfies, capturing their flushed, sweaty faces, Riko's eyes still dazed and unfocused. Then, he takes several sexy photos of Riko, her nude body sprawled on the chair, her breasts heaving, her pussy glistening. He captures every intimate detail, every sign of her forced pleasure. He then leaves the room, a satisfied smirk on his face, leaving Riko alone, utterly spent and humiliated.