Chapter 1 - Sentenced to the President's Office

Noisy. Noisy, noisy, loud, obnoxious, loud. Everyone here’s too god damn loud. The tap tap tap of one of the teachers shoes against the pavement keeps going till it drags my eyes back down to earth, where Sayuri-sensei’s twitching brown eye decides to try and kill me through sheer will power. Though to be fair, that might have been ‘cause my own green eyes went right past the gates to her soul and deep into that obscenely deep cleavage of hers. It was almost a scene from some absurd shounin anime, the sun glinting off the windows up above, wind blowing the leaves down from the nearby tree that occupied my favourite spot round the back of the main school building, her glaring and me trying to guess if those glossy knockers wrapped up in her matte black blouse skipped right past EE sand right into F size threats. Long black hair, dragged up into a messy pony tail and two bangs framing her face carried down to her criminally short pencil skirt and stocking clad legs that went on forever. “Are you quite done with your wandering eyes Sinbad-san? Or should I wait a little longer?” she bit out, her temper showing through that attempt at an iron clad, stern teacher tone.


“That depends” I drawled, a smirk creeping across my cheeks till it reached my eyes “What are the odds you’d do a spin, and do they go up if I say pretty please?”


There it was. The reluctant blush as her tick mark subsided as she raked her eyes up my 6’2 frame, tanned skin filling up the Kuoh academy uniform to a delectable degree, to the point where even the stern teacher act almost fell to the way side. However, Sayuri-sensei was an unfortunately tough cookie, and much too professional to let herself lose control on school grounds. Even running a hand through the golden locks on top of my head didn’t earn me any lee way. Narrowing her eyes once more, she huffed, “This is the fourth time this week I’ve caught you slipping away from your classes. You’re not even clever about it, you always come to the exact same spot! Do you just enjoy wasting my time and look to get caught? Huh!?” The cracks started showing as her voice took a sharper edge. I’m not sure what the best answer here is, but a snort and a grin was apparently not the right response. With a stormy look, she whipped her arm to point back down the path. “Student council room. Now. Double time, I’ve had enough of losing daylight on some slacker who’s too lazy to even hide well. Shitori-san can spend another afternoon trying to get some sense stuck in that skull of yours”. The march begins once more.


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Being escorted through the halls by another fuming teacher isn’t anything new, but from the way every student we passed in the halls ratcheted up the whispers you’d never guess. With every step I could feel my mood slowly crumble, till it was just as stormy as Sensei’s. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far till we reached the student council room, where various members were beginning to funnel out, but not without throwing a shady look or an amused glance. One of the last to step out looked up from whatever papers she was carrying to see me being frog marched down the hall, and couldn’t stop the sigh from sneaking past her plump lips. Two different coloured eyes sent a withering look my way. “Sinbad-san, back again I see. Escape plan foiled once more I’m assuming?” She didn’t even have the decency to act surprised to see me, cheeky bitch.


“I’m so sorry about this Tsubaki-san, I know you and the student council are busy enough without me passing this burden onto you, but nothing we do works, and at least with Sona-san he comes back the next day” The two women shared a sympathetic look, not even acknowledging myself.


Shaking her head, Tsubaki looked back up into Sensei’s eyes. “It’s quite alright Sayuri-sensei, It’s not your fault. I'm quite familiar with how difficult he can be, and I’ll be the last one to say Kaichou doesn’t have a way with this particular trouble student.” Without even giving me a second glance, she held the door open and urged me through into the now empty council room. Well, almost empty, except for a particular bespectacled beauty sat behind the massive wooden desk, signing document after document. Without even looking up she gestured to the space in front of her desk.


“Thank you, I suppose. You head to class, and give Sensei my apologies for running late once more.” Irritation leaked into her voice, but didn’t even remotely reach her cool and collected visage. With a murmured affirmation and a shallow bow, Tsubaki turned once more from the council room, closing the grand oaken doors behind her with an ominous whoosh of air.


Neither of us chose to speak for the moment. She kept running her eyes over the documents, marking here or there, and I made my way to the massive desk, leaning and putting my back to it and her. Moments passed like this before the scratch of pen on paper finally stopped and with a huff she rose from her chair. The soft falls of her dainty feet pattered around the edge of the desk until lo and behold, there she stood in front of me, glaring up from where her head barely reached my chin. Once more silence reigned, neither of us breaking our stare down, until she’d finally had enough and chose to speak. “You know” she muttered softly “Once upon a time, your persistent efforts to get in trouble just to catch my attention were cute, but your charm’s running thin. Would it kill you just to stay in class?” Like the tipping of a scale, the narrowing of her eyes balanced with my growing grin.


I snickered, before locking eyes once more, with nary but a tilt of my head. “Awfully bold of you to assume I did any of that just to catch your attention, sweetheart.” I purred, slowly leaning closer. “You were just an unexpected benefit of my roguish tendencies.” She scoffed, leaning her head back further, exposing more of the creamy white skin of her neck, but not moving away, never moving away.


“Roguish tendencies he says, please-” a small gasp of air, and a flick of her eyes down was her only reaction to my finger hooking into the front of her skirt’s waistband, right below her navel. Swallowing slightly, she regained her composure and didn’t even acknowledge the breaching of her boundaries. “Your juvenile antics, landed you in MY office, because every other teacher knew just as I do now how much of a pain you are to deal with!” A tug of her skirt dragged her closer till we were chest to chest, lips a hair away from each other, hot breath mingling and that persisting smirk still present on my face, though it was the eyes that told the real story. Hers, aggressive and wanting. His, predatory and filled with an endless hunger. Our gaze’s only getting hotter when she hooked her hands into my collar and my left hand had lightly grazed the back of her knee, leaving a shudder in its wake and I’d taken a strong grip of the back of her thigh. Leaning closer saw both our mouths opening ever so slightly, granting my a peek into that sweet pink cavern that I could barely stop myself from diving into as deep as possible, devouring and owning everything I could get a hold of.


“Please, Kaichou” My grip tightened, and with my right hand flicking to her hip, a quick hoist and a spin found her petite curvature sitting pretty right where I’d previously rested, legs spread wide and my pelvis grinding into that wonderful sweet spot, dragging a gasp and a tightening of her hands around my collar from her blushing form. “No one knows as well as you do how much of a pain I can really be.” And that was as far as I got before with a yank she dragged us together, that warm, soft, tongue plunging past my lips and prying a growl and a moan from deep in my chest. I didn’t remain idle however, slipping both my hands onto her soft thighs, right above her knees, before slowly dragging both palms up, up, up, until they were gripped right at the juncture where her thighs met paradise. My thumbs softly brushing the silky feeling of her dark blue panties, basking in the heat she let off as she got more and more worked up. Lightly digging my nails into her legs, I decided I’d finally had enough of letting her take control, and wrestled her tongue into submission, forcing us both back between her lips before I finally took my own turn dragging and swiping over everything I could get a taste of, nipping at her lips till I had her panting in sheer need, dragging and scratching at my neck before slipping back down to the front of my trousers, expertly and familiarly unbuckling my belt before shoving her hands inside and taking a firm grip of my length, a guttural moan bubbling up her throat at the feel of my sheer length and girth of my cock. A few quick strokes brought it outside the boundaries of my pants to occupy the space between her thighs, under her skirt. The ravenous look of her eyes blended with the flush of her cheeks and the small trail of drool which ran down the corner of her mouth had my already hard length solidifying even further, until with a slow hand, she reached down and dragged her underwear out of the way, leaving the path clear for me to nudge my way forward until the head was just perched inside the snug walls of her cavern. Not a word was spoken as by some unspoken signal I pushed my way in, not stopping, uninterrupted, burying my length inch after length into the molten furnace hat was her sweet pussy, sighing as it greeted me home like a long lost lover, desperate for any and everything I could give. Meanwhile, Sona’s sweet moans escaped into the air as she tipped her chin back, giving me room to drop my lips onto the warmth of her neck, kissing and biting at her pulse point and throat as I greedily tried to drag out every breathy sigh and gasp I could. Neither of us remained idle however, as we simultaneously slipped our hands into the buttons of each other’s shirts, popping button after button, making our way down each other’s chests as I slowly but firmly pumped my hips, dragging my length in and out, taking advantage of her being trapped between me and her desk, the seat of her power and all of her authority lending itself to the intoxicating self indulgence we gave ourselves into. Finally having finished tugging apart each other’s shirts, she set herself to dragging her nails down the plane of my abs, sending tingles down my legs as I firmly cupped her mouth watering B cup sized breasts through her baby blue bra, pulling a needy whine from her lungs as I rolled her diamond hard nipples around the palms of my hands. Holding her tight I slowly started to up the speed of my thrusts, getting more forceful, more demanding, until the rhythmic ThumpThumpThump of our hips slamming together started to resound throughout the room. No matter how fast I pumped, it only got hotter, watching her drop until her back was flat on the desk, hands gripping onto my elbows and feet crossed at the small of my back, locking me in to keep providing that irresistible pleasure causing her face to so cutely scrunch up, her eyes starting to roll back behind her glasses as her tongue slipped out involuntarily between her lips. No matter how many times we did this, every encounter, every secret rendezvous, I could never figure out why she felt so good. Sex was great, but this pulsing heat, yanking the deepest of my instincts and perverse desires from the depths of my soul, was almost unnatural. This Sona, the wanton, raging little Slut writhing at the end of my dick was sin incarnate, locking me in, demanding I go deeper, faster, giving everything I had to give, pounding into the firm, taught, bouncing ass cheeks, giving me the perfect padding to bounce my massive balls off as I dragged the tip of my dick across every ecstasy inducing spot I could reach inside of her. Faster, faster, fasterfasterfaster until with a high pitched, keening whine her pussy clamped down on me, demanding I release everything I had into her, to breed my dirty little bitch until there was nothing else to give. And with the tightening of my huge sperm tanks, that’s what I did, only to feel her clamp even harder in response. Watching as all her muscles slacken as I dropped my hands onto the desk, resting forward as the sweat ran down my forehead. The warm glow our passion left behind slowly ebbing into the air as we sat there, once more gazing into each others eye’s, the previous desire and bare lust replaced with tenderness and familiarity. Watching her lie there, glasses skew with her shirt parted and her smooth stomach exposed along with her tantalising bra served to fill me with a warmth, along with a slight bitterness.


Taking in the shape of my face, her eyes must have noticed the small touch of bitterness in my eyes, as her own softened even further, but now with sympathy. “Hey” she whispered softly “You’ve just got to have faith in me”. And there it was, and the familiar bitterness returned even stronger,


“I have had faith” I growled “I’ve been stuck having faith. But what am I supposed to have faith for? You won’t explain anything, just more secrets and that guilt you keep trying to hide from me”. A flinch and a turn of her head was her first response, breaking away from my eyes, but not letting go of her clenched legs behind me, keeping me locked into her warmth. A moment given for any type of response, but no words came forth, and the anger grew ever so slightly. “What am I waiting for Sona? Just excuses and platitudes. Is fucking all we’re doing here?” That drew her sharp eyes back, her glasses glinting dangerously but I was on a role now. “Because I’m not waiting around Sona. I’m not gonna be lead on, given glimpses of something you’re never going to give me. If this isn’t going to be mine, then I’ll keep looking for something, someone who will”. This was the trigger for her to let go of me with her legs and allowing me to take a step back, dragging my still slightly rigid length from her honeyed depths, still dripping with the evidence of our carnal delights. However, when she stood to follow up, instead of slapping me and screaming, she latched on to my chest and shoved me back into one of the long couches that ran parallel along the middle of the room. Tripping over the trousers tangled around my legs while my belt jingled dangerously, I fell back into the soft cushions. Slightly in shock from the surprising strength found in her small form I could only watch as she marched up to me, bracing myself only to watch as she dropped into a lewd squat right between my spread legs, thighs wide to drag that dangerously shirt skirt up and show off her puffy labia not wasting a second before inhaling my length down her throat. GlurkGlurkGlurg she went, up and down and with the intense feeling of my still recovering length being swallowed up by that tight unforgiving passage I could only roll my eyes back and take two strong handfuls of the hair on her head, not demanding or pulling but simply guiding and following along as she slammed herself up and down on my cock, molten hot drool dripping from her mouth and onto my balls. On and on she went, until finally she pulled herself off of me, giving a few quick strokes before straddling me and framing me with those plush thighs and slowly sliding herself down my length once more. Resting for a brief second, she threw herself up and down my length and shot her anger straight from her eyes into my own.


“You think this is easy for me?” she hissed “You think I don’t see how all those whores out in the hallway’s look at you as I do my rounds? You think I don’t want them to all know exactly who you belong to?” A ragged gasp flew out as I slapped both hands onto her bouncing ass cheeks before she dragged herself back to me. “I want nothing more, I want you to leave hickeys on my neck, I want to leave claw marks all over your body so when you stretch and your shirt rises up everyone can see no matter how much they thirst after you, there’s only one dirty little slut who you’re coming home too everyday.” She let out a sigh as I scraped one spot that sent delicious tingles up and down her back. “But it’s not simple, there are a lot of complications that I can’t explain to you yet, but trust me. I’m trying” she was almost begging, that soft and almost dare I say loving look in her eyes. “You’ve just got to trust in me.” But then her gaze sharpened, and that primal look fed back into her eyes, something deeper, darker, possessive looking out. “But in the mean time” and she started to slam down harder, one hand reaching up to grasp my throat, not squeezing but holding firmly “I don’t care what whore you pick up, who you jizz or even piss on. For all I care, go out and fuck every student and Teacher you can get your hands on” and she started going faster, really slamming her hips onto my length, bouncing those sweet cheeks up and down on my throbbing cock and balls. “But never” Slam “EVER” SLAM “EVER” SLAM! And with a final thrust the dam burst, and as she soaked my lower half I poured all the batter I could make into her tight grasping tunnel as she threw her head back and roared in glory and the thrill of a successfully claimed mate, dragging her flsuhed face back down to me, leaning close almost lovingly, resting her lips next to my ear. “Forget that I belong to you, and you belong to me”. And with those final words, she dropped her head down to rest in the crook of my neck, my lips resting against her head as her warmth gently caressed my finally soft member, both of us bathing in the persisting pleasure left behind, uncaring of the coming clean up or what came after.