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Afternoon was awfully boring. Right after classes, Miki ran away, citing being “terribly busy”, whatever that meant. Hisao was left to his own means – so he waddled back to his room. And what else was he supposed to do? Chase her? Well, maybe. Was there an implication? He might never know. Instead, he went back to his room and hastily finished his homework. It was pretty easy, after all – some History, some English… Child’s play.

But then, the boredom came. An unusual sight these days, certainly. Hisao laid back on his bed, staring at an unmoving dot on the ceiling. What’s that? A dead bug? Yamaku staff should really clean it up. He yawned loudly, opened his mouth so wide it hurt a bit. Crap.

He hasn’t called home in couple days. Why? Just forgot, probably. Mom was too polite to call him, she was scared to interrupt “some important treatment” or whatever, but she’s probably having a heart attack herself. You’re a proper bastard, Hisao, you know that. He lazily reached for his nightstand, searching for his phone without looking. What a mess, he should really clean up… ahh, there it is. Hisao pulled the phone from under the heap of papers, when it loudly buzzed. Guess mom’s patience was running out. He flipped the phone open, but the letters on the screen read:

“MIKI”

Great. Once again, lazily, he pressed the “Answer” button, and sloooowly moved his hand to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hisao! No time to explain, run to my room RIGHT NOW!”

“Wh-, what?”

“This. Instance!” - Miki hang up, leaving him stupefied.

Hisao couldn’t say he was all too surprised by her attitude, but he wasn’t planning on taking any of it. Not wasting any time, he called her back.

“What?” – Miki sounded impatient on the other side of the line.

“What do you mean “what”? Care to explain yourself?” – Hisao answered calmly.

“Get your ass here!” – Miki almost shouted, but by her tone, Hisao could understand she wasn’t angry.

“Can’t you explain to me what’s going on in the first place?” – He kept his reserved attitude.

“Yeah, I could. But I’d rather show you.” – Now it was all too easy to recognize playfulness in her voice. – “No more time wasting. I’m waiting for you on the dorm’s porch.” With these words, she hang up once again.

Okay. This doesn’t sound like something serious, which is a plus. She wasn’t caught with something illegal or anything like that. So, what is it? Hisao sat on his bed, contemplating for a bit. Ehhh, whatever, screw it. Beats idling around doing nothing. Hisao stuffed the phone in his pocket, and headed out – in the afternoon sun.

Miki was practically jumping in place when he noticed her on the porch. Hisao just raised his hand to wave, but she cut him short.

“Come on, come on, get up here!”

He shrugged, but hastened his steps. After finally reaching her, he gave Miki a quick hug – she didn’t resist, but broke it up fairly quickly.

“You can’t imagine how difficult it was for me to wait for you. Did you make a turn to Shanghai on your way here or something?”

Hisao frowned. “Got here as fast as I could. Now what’s the commotion?”

Miki’s expression finally brightened. “Follow me. It’s a doozy!”

Hisao didn’t know how to process this information – he simply shrugged, and entered girls dorm after her. Miki practically ran through the hallway, so he had to catch her pace. Finally, they made it to her room – Miki locked the door, then double-checked it. Huh, what’s the secrecy?

Hisao looked around the room, but hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Familiar mess on the bed, wide-open wardrobe. Miki’s laptop on her nightstand, powered on. He helplessly turned back to her, looking for answers.

“You were in a mad hurry. Now, what’s the “special thing” I was promised?”

“This.” Miki triumphantly pulled something small out of her pocket. Little silvery thing. Took Hisao a moment to realize it was a flash drive. He scratched his head.

“Okay, what’s on it?”

Miki smiled. “Don’t you recognize it?”

Hisao pondered for a bit. Nothing stood out about this particular one. Small, narrow design, he’s seen this one thousands of times… However, he’s clearly seen it before. Wait a minute. It can’t be.

“Miki… This one is Shizune’s, right?”

She looked triumphant. “Yes. It absolutely is.”

Shivers briefly ran through Hisao’s spine. “Did… Did you steal it?”

Miki broke into laughter. “What the hell? No, of course not. She gave it to me – but asked to return ASAP. So quit loitering around, we have to make use of it!”

Hisao frowned. “If Shizune somehow got her hands on upcoming test questions, and decided to make a “good deed”, then I have to say I don’t approve.”

This time, Miki laughed even louder. “THAT’S what you thought it was about? Bo-oring! No, mister, this one is much more dangerous.” She winked. “Come, take a seat.”

Hisao plunged on her bed, as she dragged nighstand closer to it. Laptop was facing them now, Miki jammed the drive in, and hastily opened the single directory on it. A lonely video file, nothing else. Hisao had his ideas on what could it be, but he allowed Miki to present it herself.

“Here, Hisao, we have… Oh boy, what do we have.” Miki was radiating with enthusiasm. “So, do you remember our unfortunate oral experiment last week?”

Hisao shuddered. “Damn well I do.”

“So, our Council President and her subordinate Takashi were lovely enough…” Miki moved cursor and opened the video, but paused it on opening black screen. “To provide us with a tutorial!”

“Wow.” – Was the only thing Hisao could mutter.

“Only “wow”? Come on, Hisao, this is a Holy Grail!” – Miki clearly couldn’t believe how calmly Hisao took these news.

“I mean… Isn’t she afraid of you blackmailing her or something? I just don’t know why would she so easily share something like this.”

Miki smiled deviously. “It appears you don’t really know our Council Prez then. Now quit yammering, let’s watch.

Video started. After a brief darkness, Shizune’s face appeared. She was setting up a camera on a table or something – only her face and part of the head were on the screen. After some shaking, camera was focused. Shizune smiled, and moved a bit back. Now, she was sitting on the floor, in her panties and a shirt. She winked at a camera, and took the shirt off – there was no bra underneath.

Hisao gulped. Things were about to get serious. Miki frowned – were Shizune’s breasts bigger than hers? It was hard to make out.

With couple of signs, Shizune communicated with someone out of the camera’s reach. Finally, Takashi entered the screen – it was fair to assume it was him, but only the lower part of his body could be seen. He was only wearing underwear, nothing else. Shizune signed couple more times, smiled, and with one energetic movement, pulled his boxers down. Now a hard dick was right in front of her face.

Hisao was relieved. Smaller than his.

Shizune didn’t waste any time. She gave it a big, energetic lick, before stuffing her nose in his balls. She placed her hands on his hips, and started rubbin her face up and down, seemingly in ecstasy.

“That’s right, bitch” – they heard Takashi’s voice.

Hisao cracked up. “What the hell? Why is he talking?”

“Dude’s an idiot.” – Miki responded. “But it’s his right to do anything at this point. Good thing he isn’t yodeling.”
They botch cackled.

Shizune continued. She pulled her face out, and looked up. This time, Takashi probably responded in sign language – they couldn’t see his face or his hands. Shizune smile even brighter, and started kissing him all over the place. Her bright red lipstick was leaving glaring evidence on his crotch and dick. Shizune pressed her face on it, and looked up, practically begging Takashi with her eyes for something. He reached with his hand and pressed her face even closer.

“Doesn’t frame of her glasses hurt him?” – Hisao asked. Miki didn’t respond – she was completely enthralled.

Takashi let her head go. “Come on, slut, it’s time for a main dish” – he said once again. Shizune apparently understood, because opened her mouth wide open, and with a single thrust, Takashi filled it to the brim. Shizune’s eyes watered, but he refused to let go – he was balls deep in her for at least fifteen seconds. Finally, she started tapping him on his hips, and he released her. Deep, long pants from Shizune were the only sound in the room.

“Magnificent.” – Miki finally mumbled.

“Didn’t expect our president to be such a sex fiend.” – Hisao responded.

“Tough exterior hides some serious perversions, Hisao.”

Takashi grabbed Shizune’s head once again, and with the other one, started slapping her on the cheek with his dick. Shizune was slightly uncomfortable, but smiled one again, looking up.

“Yeah, you like it” – Takashi whispered.

He yanked Shizune by her hair, and thrusted in her mouth once again. This time, he caught a rhythm, but still went very deep. Shizune looked helpless, her arms loosed their grip, and she barely hugged Takashi’s hips instead of holding on to them.

Hisao turned to Miki. “Is this supposed to be erotic?” – He asked.

Miki’s eyes widened. “You don’t like it?”

“Shizune clearly doesn’t!”

Miki smiled benevolently. “You don’t seem to understand, Hisao. Look at her!”

Hisao turned his eyes to screen once again. Shizune’s red face and watery eyes conveyed nothing but displeasure. He growled.

“I mean, the beginning was nice, but this…”

“You are so BORING sometimes, you know!” – Miki laughed.

Takashi finally allowed Shizune to catch a break. She leaned back, panting like a dog in summer heat, but her face… Miki was right – it was pure bliss. Once she caught her breath, she pounced back at Takashi, stuffing his dick in her mouth.

“Jesus…” – Hisao mumbled to himself.

Video was coming to an end. Takashi began to moan loudly, to great displeasure of viewers. Miki reached her laptop, and turned volume to a minimum.

Takashi pulled out, and quickly signaled something to Shizune. She quickly grabbed his dick, and started stroking it. He came in no time – a thick coat of white covered her face. Shizune nodded, and, smiling, signaled something back.

“This was probably a “thank you”.” – Hisao guessed.

“Aww, how romantic” – Miki replied.

Shizune, with her face fully covered, crawled back to camera. Smiling widely, she pressed a button on its side. Final frame of the video was her face, thick white hanging from the frame of her glasses.

“This was…” – Hisao started.

“The best thing ever!” – Miki finished for him. “They are like symbionts. Such passion! And all of this without saying a word.”

“Yeah, figures.” – Hisao said. They both laughed.

“But seriously, though.” – Miki composed herself. – “You don’t find it hot?”

“Ehhh, as I said, foreplay was nice.” Hisao smiled as a response to Miki’s energetic nods. “But, you know… I’m not sadistic enough for this stuff.”

Miki looked like a sad puppy. God damn it. He wouldn’t expect someone to feel so betrayed by not getting their face violated. So, he decided to act. With a swift move, Hisao slid to the floor, and forced himself between Miki’s legs.

“Hey, what the- whoa!” – Miki screamed, as he threw her on the bed. In one fast swoop, he yanked her panties off. Hisao buried his face in her freshly shaven stubble. Man what a feeling.

Miki was laughing somewhere up north. “Come on, you’re ticklish! Hisao, stop! Ahaha… haa…”

“No point in resisting.” – Hisao’s muffled voice responded to her. –“I’m here for my meal.”

Her laughs turned into moans, as Hisao’s tongues found all her weak spots. Miki buried her pam in his hair, and let Hisao do the rest…
Hisao was good. And his desire to repay his debt gave him more strength. He didn’t know how much time he spent on his knees, it never mattered to him, he was in the moment. Finally, he felt Miki’s arm prying his head by the hair.

“Ease up cowboy.” – She barely muttered. “We both need a rest.”

Hisao smiled with satisfaction, and crawled on the bed right next to the Miki. They shared a long kiss.

“You guys are a mystery. It’s never clear what you want. I offer myself to you – fully obedient – and instead, you drop to your knees!” – Miki proclaimed.

Hisao just smiled in return. What could he say to that? Except for…

“Oh, god damn it, Miki.” – He groaned.

“What?”

“I completely forgot with all your “important stuff”. Hold on a minute. I have to call my mom.”