The sky was a brilliant blue, and the sun shone fiercely, baking the ground with its midday heat. The only place on the rooftop that offered shelter from the searing sunlight was the shadow cast by the corner wall.
A gentle breeze, like a mischievous sprite, slipped through the shaded spot, playfully lifting the hem of the young girl's skirt.
A splash of light blue gradually turned deeper, revealing glimpses of her dark stockings beneath the skirt. Unfortunately, this beautiful scene went unnoticed by anyone, including Ito Yoshito, who had the girl pinned against the wall.
"Or should I say... perhaps you were actually looking forward to me punishing you?"
As he gazed at Mitarai Keiko's beautiful face, feeling the heat of her almost tangible breath, Ito Yoshito chuckled softly. Indeed, this president had quite the peculiar side!
With his gaze slightly lowered, Ito examined the beautiful girl before him.
Her C-cup bounty, perfectly round and full like a ripe peach, was complemented by her slender waist, creating an exquisite S-shaped curve. The straight, smooth lines of her black stockings encased her legs, which seemed to shift nervously under the pressure of Ito's presence.
In that moment, the typically aloof president of Seishin Academy showed no hint of her usual resolute demeanor...
Faced with the provocation from this mischievous student, Mitarai could only respond with a soft reprimand, issuing her warnings in a gentle tone.
"H-Hen, hentai~"
"You're not allowed to talk back to the student council president."
"Haha~" Ito chuckled. "Are you calling me a pervert, president?"
A warm breeze in May brushed against Keiko's cheeks, inflaming her already flushed face. The rising heat in her body triggered a desperate cooling system, causing her stockings to feel slightly uncomfortable.
'Yes, this is the feeling… being threatened by Ito Yoshito, my entire being seems bound by his gaze, unable to move. I can only wriggle helplessly as he manipulates me into various positions. Ahh~'
Keiko's eyes gradually glazed over, her cheeks ablaze with a fiery red hue, like fuel being added to a flame, even her delicate earlobes radiating a faint warmth.
'Mmm… how thrilling…'
But... it still wasn't enough!
'Why hasn't he made his move yet? I can hardly resist anymore—hurry, play with me to your heart's content!'
Gently biting her lip, her delicate hand pressed against Ito's chest as she stuttered, "W-What do you want to do? I'm the student council president; I won't succumb! Even if you used your evil big hands to toy with every part of my body, licking my lips, neck, waist, thighs... I-I... mmm"
"I still underestimated your perverse tendencies."
"Isn't it what guys like? To feel that sense of conquering a proud, cold queen, transforming her into their own little submissive kitten?"
Keiko blinked her moistened eyes rapidly, lifting her chin high, her flushed face betraying her excitement.
Pouting her irresistible pink lips, shimmering with a glistening sheen that looked utterly tempting, she beckoned Ito with an invitation to sample her sweetness.
"What we guys enjoy is not a willing offer like yours but the thrill of making a proud queen submit, to become our playful little pet instead."
His long fingers brushed against her soft lips, leaving behind a sticky trail of silver thread as Ito caressed Keiko's delicate face.
"Understand? You, little masochistic pervert~"
"Hah~ Hah~"
"Ah, so you're into degradation play! I get it, you really are a pervert~"
"It seems you didn't grasp any of that at all."
Ito sighed slightly, reaching out his long, pale fingers to gently tap Keiko's smooth forehead.
"However... it is precisely because you are this peculiar president that you've drawn me in."
"!"
"What are you saying all of a sudden?" Keiko was taken aback by Ito's unexpected declaration.
His gentle words felt like heavy punches that reverberated through her ears, leaving her confused as strands of her silky black hair danced like wisps of smoke around her.
"A mere 'big bad Ito', suddenly spouting such strange things—why don't you just show your true colors and use your vile methods to threaten me?"
Keiko's small hand that had once been pressing against Ito's chest in a playful manner now hung limply near her skirt hem, nervously fidgeting with the fabric.
With a shy turn of her body, Mitarai's usual perverse demeanor grew slightly restrained, revealing a touch of the innocence typical of a girl caught in a moment of wall-hugging surprise.
"Are you trying to numb my defenses with sweet talk, turning me into your plaything?"
"Big bad Ito? So that's how I appear in your eyes."
"Yes! Isn't that right? You're just a perverted king who holds secrets over girls, using them for your wicked desires."
"Haha~ So you think of me as some perverted overlord? I'll take that as a compliment."
Ito's smile widened, his lips curling upward revealing an increasingly playful expression.
Drawing closer to Keiko, he could feel the delightful sensation from her soft skin and her heart racing rapidly against his body.
"Well then, as your big bad overlord, it looks like I have to fulfill my duties now~"
Ito spoke nonchalantly, his hand gliding through Keiko's hair and tracing her delicate collarbone.
His knees slightly bent, he managed to separate Keiko's closed legs, feeling the satin smoothness of her stockings against his own, the softness of her thighs evident even through the fabric.
"Ah~"
As his fingertips warmed against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, the gentle tingles tracing down her neck, passing over her cheeks, and finally tilting her delicate chin upward, Keiko found herself entranced by that fleeting warmth.
Her alluring eyes sparkled with a hazy glow, and without thinking, she found herself standing on her toes, slightly parting her lips as the softest of whispers escaped her.
"Lord Overlord..."
"Chuu♥~"
The warm sensation from their lips sent shivers of delightful electricity coursing throughout Keiko's body, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
With closed eyes and her slender arms wrapping around Ito's neck, she tilted her pretty little head back, eagerly returning his warm kiss, fully reciprocating with the wetness he had offered.
That eager response was utterly contradictory to her earlier claims of refusing to yield!
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