Chapter 48: Chapter 8(Fixed)

Suzune sat in the cafeteria, absently stirring her soup with a spoon as a faint prickling sensation crawled up her neck, the undeniable feeling of being watched, not just by one or two people, but by dozens of pairs of eyes that lingered too long, whispered too softly, and made her skin feel strangely cold despite the humid air around her.

She was used to being stared, of course.

With her looks, attention was nothing new.

Beautiful, poised, and she was even infamously rumored to be involved in compensated dating.

Suzune had long accepted that her name carried both admiration and disdain.

Still, today’s stares felt different, it was sharper, heavier, as if someone wasn’t merely looking, but observing her carefully, targeting her specifically.

Tohka noticed her unease, and couldn’t help but ask worriedly. "A-Are you okay Suzune-san? You look... tense."

Suzune smiled faintly, the kind of wry smile that never reached her eyes, as if she was trying to look tough to not worry others. "Do I? Maybe I’m just tired. Nothing worth worrying about."

A soft thud broke their quiet exchange as Shuo dropped his tray on the table and sat beside them.

His sleepy eyes barely opened, his posture relaxed to the point of slouching. On his tray was only a sandwich and a juice box, simple, almost lazy choices.

"Yo!" Suzune grinned, "You look like a corpse as always."

Tohka glanced around, and asked, "U-Um, where is R-Renji-kun?"

Shuo took a slow sip from his juice before replying flatly, "Hospitalized."

"What?!" Tohka nearly jumped from her seat, worry flooding her tone. "What happened to him?"

Shuo lifted his hand, one finger raised to stop her.

"Don’t worry about him, he was just being an idiot." His eyes, half-lidded but sharp, turned to Suzune. "By the way, did you piss someone off recently?"

Suzune blinked, confused.

"You’ll have to be more specific," she said with a light laugh. "I’ve pissed off plenty of people. It’s kind of my thing."

Shuo leaned back, scanning the room lazily.

"Hmm, well, I just feel like a lot of people are acting like a bunch of vultures," he muttered. "Feels like everyone’s watching you."

Suzune’s smile faded a little as she exhaled.

"Yeah, I noticed that too," she admitted quietly. "But don’t worry about me. I can handle myself."

Tohka looked around, confused. She didn’t feel like Suzune was being watched though?

Shuo studied Suzune for a moment, his usual indifference masking the faint curiosity flickering in his gaze.

Then he shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Suit yourself. Just don’t get dragged into anything stupid."

He chewed lazily before glancing around again. "Anyway, where’s the Boss? Shouldn’t he be here by now?"

Suzune shook her head, tapping her spoon lightly against the bowl. "No idea. Seiji said he’d be here, but... nothing yet."

"Hmph," Shuo grunted, finishing his drink. "No need to worry then. There’s no one in this school dumb enough to touch him."

Suzune chuckled softly at that, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. "You’re right. If anyone’s safe here, it’s him."

For a brief moment, their laughter blended with the noise of the cafeteria, but beneath it, the stares didn’t stop.

And Suzune was starting to feel uncomfortable.

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The student council room was bathed in the glow of the bright afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk where Rindou sat, her legs dangling just above the floor.

The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room, a low, steady drone that did nothing to calm the heat building between them.

Seijirou stood before her, his ash-blonde hair slightly tousled from the day, his hazel eyes dark with intent as they traced the curve of her hips, the way her black hair spilled over her shoulders like silk.

She was nervous, he can see it, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her breath shallow, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed the arousal she couldn’t hide.

He didn’t rush. Control was everything.

His fingers brushed the inside of her knee first, slow, deliberate, watching the way her breath hitched as his touch climbed higher.

The fabric of her stockings was smooth beneath his palm, the heat of her skin radiating through the thin material.

Rindou’s lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as his thumb traced lazy circles along her inner thigh, inching closer to the damp heat between her legs.

She had never been touched like this, never been handled like this, and the way her body responded to him, the way her back arched just slightly, told him everything he needed to know.

She was his to shape, to claim.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned in.

The scent of her, vanilla and something sweeter, muskier, filled his senses, making his cock twitch against the confines of his slacks.

"Do you know what I’m going to do to you?" His fingers slid higher, his knuckles grazing the damp cotton of her panties, and she gasped, her nails digging into the edge of the table. "I have said this many times, Rindou, don’t mess with me. All the rumors you heard? They were all real. I’m not a good person, never has been."

Although, he does have principles. After all, he is not the original Kageyama Seijirou who was a true scum of the earth.

Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his words sank in.

The idea of it, of being spread open on the very table where she’d spent hours working, of being used—sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

His palm cupped her through her panties, the fabric already sticky with her arousal, and she moaned, her head falling back as his fingers pressed just a little harder, teasing the swollen lips of her pussy.

"Kageyama—" His name was a plea on her lips, but he cut her off with a sharp tug, pulling her forward until her breasts crushed against his chest.

The hard ridge of his cock ground against her thigh, thick and insistent even through the layers of fabric separating them.

She could feel the heat of him, the way he pulsed with need, and it made her whimper, her hips instinctively rocking against his touch.

"Undo my belt," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

His hands slid to her waist, guiding her trembling fingers to the leather strap.

She fumbled with the buckle, her movements clumsy in her haste, but he didn’t help her.

He wanted her to work for it, to feel the weight of her own submission as she finally managed to pull the belt free, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the quiet office.

His slacks followed, the zipper parting with a slow, deliberate hiss, and then his cock was free, springing out thick and heavy, the veins along the shaft throbbing with blood.

Rindou’s breath caught.

She had never seen one in person before, never felt the weight of one against her palm as Seijirou wrapped her fingers around his length, guiding her through a slow, experimental stroke.

He was big, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Her thumb brushed the tip, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly, as if he couldn’t help himself.

"That’s it," he growled, his hand tightening in her hair, tilting her head back so she was forced to meet his gaze. "You’re going to feel this inside you soon. Every. Fucking. Inch."

His free hand slid between her legs again, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her thighs.

The cool air hit her exposed pussy, but it did nothing to ease the burn of her arousal.

She was dripping, her folds slick and swollen, her clit throbbing with need.

Seijirou didn’t give her time to think.

With a firm push, he guided her back onto the table, her ass sliding across the polished wood, her legs spreading wide at his silent command.

The position left her completely open to him, her pussy glistening under the light, her thighs trembling as he stepped between them.

His fingers teased her first, two of them sliding easily into her tight heat, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside her that made her back arch off the table.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his cock twitching as he imagined how good she’d feel wrapped around him.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he fingered her, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "You’re going to squeeze me so good, aren’t you? Milk my cock like the greedy little slut you are."

She couldn’t even form words anymore, her body writhing beneath his touch, her nails scraping against the table’s surface.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, she whimpered at the loss, but the sound turned into a needy cry as he replaced them with the thick head of his cock.

He teased her entrance, dragging the tip through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal before pressing just the crown inside.

Rindou’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the stretch, the burn of him breaching her for the first time.

He didn’t stop. With a slow, relentless push, he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips finally pressed flush against her thighs, his balls resting heavy against her ass.

She was full, stretched around him in a way that bordered on pain, but the pleasure of it, the way his cock pulsed inside her, made her moan brokenly, her pussy clenching around him.

"God, you feel perfect," Seijirou groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled back and thrust into her again.

This time, there was no gentleness, just raw, animalistic need as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt.

The table creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of her pussy taking him over and over.

Rindou’s nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she clung to him, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts.

Every stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, her orgasm building like a storm, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

She could feel it, the way his cock swelled inside her, the way his breath came in ragged gasps as he fucked her harder, deeper, his hips snapping against hers with bruising force.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice a guttural growl as he reached between them, his fingers finding her clit again.

The added stimulation sent her crashing over the edge, her back arching as her pussy clenched violently around his cock, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping.

Her juices gushed around him, soaking his balls, her inner walls fluttering as she milked him, her body completely at his mercy.

Seijirou groaned, his own release barreling toward him as her tight cunt pulsed around his length.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock kicking as he came deep inside her, his cum flooding her in thick, hot spurts.

Rindou cried out, her second orgasm hitting her just as hard as the first, her body convulsing beneath him as he emptied himself into her, filling her until his cum dripped down her thighs.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Seijirou stayed buried inside her, his cock still twitching as the last of his release spilled into her, his breath ragged against her neck.

Rindou’s chest heaved, her skin slick with sweat, her pussy still clenching around him weakly as aftershocks rocked through her.

When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from her well-used hole, trailing down her ass to pool on the table beneath her.

She was a mess, ruined, breathless, completely dominated, and as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure, she knew one thing for certain:

She was his now.

Seeing her in this state, Seijirou couldn’t be satisfied with just one round.

"Rindou, don’t pass out now, we’re just getting started."