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It was 4PM and the students of Hyakkaou Academy had began making their way home for the day. Yumeko Jabami knocked on the door to the student council room. She had been summoned there at the request of council president Kirari Momobami herself. Earlier that afternoon, the two had faced each other in a nail-biting poker game that resulted in Kirari losing by an extremely narrow margin. The president could live without that five billion yen, but a loss was still a loss. Yumeko wondered to herself what the president could want to speak with her about.
Before she had time to come to a conclusion, the door opened and she saw Sayaka, the president's trusted secretary at the handle. She opened the door wide and Yumeko could see Kirari standing cross-legged, leaning against the large table right in front of her, the palms of her hands resting on the edges. She looked unusually casual.
"Please, come in." Kirari said. Yumeko entered with a light skip, offering a small bow to Sayaka as she passed. Sayaka's expression was cold and unwelcoming, but Yumeko smiled cheerfully at her. This only seemed to annoy the secretary even more. You could almost hear the sound of her teeth grinding.
"Thank you, Sayaka. You can go home now, I'll take care of this", the president said.
Sayaka's face dropped. "A-Are you sure, president? I can maybe... take notes? Anything, really, I don't mind!" she was stumbling over her words, desperate to find any excuse to not leave the two of them alone together, for she knew what their "meeting" was probably going to involve.
"No, that won't be necessary. You've worked hard today, Sayaka. You should take a break. I'll see you tomorrow." Kirari insisted.
"But-"
"Good night, Sayaka." Kirari gestured towards the open door. Sayaka grumbled and exited the room, clutching her books far too tightly. She met eyes with Yumeko, who smiled sweetly and wished her a good night. Sayaka angrily turned her head to avoid her. The door shut.
Yumeko was still looking at the door when she began, "What was it you wanted to speak to me a-"
Before Yumeko was able to finish the sentence, Kirari pushed her back against the door and started kissing her. Yumeko was too stunned to react at first, but after a few seconds she relaxed, closed her eyes and embraced the president. She held her hands against Kirari's waist, and she bent her leg so that the sole of her foot was resting flat against the door.
The two girls made out for a couple of minutes, tongue and all, before Kirari broke the kiss and they stared at each other's eyes.
"That, mostly," she said. "Seeing the way you played today, putting everything on the line like that, it got me so..." she bit her lip, "aroused."
"I'm so happy," Yumeko caught her breath, "that you feel the same way, Kirari-san."
"Do you, now?" Kirari raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I do! The fact that you would risk it all, leaving such a large fortune up to chance, it..." she gulped, her face blushing to the point that it matched the colour of her uniform. "It gets me so turned on!"
"Well, then, prove it."
Her eyes moved down to Kirari's icy blue lips, and then back to her eyes. They were like pristine sapphires, the kind of blue you only saw in documentaries about deep sea life. Fitting, then, that they were the kind of eyes you felt like you could sink into endlessly, almost oceanic in their depth. It was no wonder Kirari had so many people under her spell; one look into her eyes and it was all over for you.
She moved her face forward and resumed the kiss. Kirari's hand found its way to Yumeko's leg, caressing her thigh and grabbing it just behind the knee, where she lifted it towards her to form an almost ninety degree angle. The two girls increased the speed at which they kissed, as if their tongues were locked in some kind of continually escalating duel.
Kirari disconnected her lips and turned Yumeko around so that their positions were reversed and Kirari's back was now against the door. Her hand fumbled for the door handle so she could lock it. Once she was successful, she pulled Yumeko back towards her and began kissing around the nape of her neck, her ears and the back of her cheek. She softly ran her hands over Yumeko's body. Yumeko sighed and held her head back, holding her arms around Kirari's head behind her, as if to support herself. Kirari clasped her hands over Yumeko's breasts and firmly squeezed them. They seemed to fit perfectly in her palms, with just the right amount of weight and bounce to them.
Yumeko's face flushed. "Oh my goodness, Kirari-san..." she managed to say between the sighing and gasping. Yumeko's stamina levels were never particularly high, and during moments of passion like this she was particularly prone to bouts of excessive panting. "That feels so good..." She held her hands on top of Kirari's and joined in the rhythmic fondling of her own bosom.
Kirari detached her hand from Yumeko's right breast and guided it southward towards her womanhood. The soft fabric of the Hyakkaou Academy uniform tingled her senses as her hand softly glided down Yumeko's body and to her skirt. With just one hand she lifted up the waistband and ventured underneath towards Yumeko's most sensitive area and began massaging it in a circular motion while continuing to squeeze her left breast with her other hand. Yumeko gasped once more and pushed her head back even further into Kirari's shoulder.
"Yes, I had a feeling you would like that, Jabami," Kirari whispered into Yumeko's ear. "There is plenty more where that came from."
"Please..." Yumeko exhaled deeply, "Right there."
After a few more minutes of Kirari touching her, Yumeko freed herself from the president's grasp and turned herself to face her. Once more they kissed, this time Yumeko being the more forceful of the two. She grabbed Kirari by the collar of her uniform and pulled her as closely as she could, so that their breasts were tightly pressed together. She forced her leg between Kirari's and raised it slightly so that her thigh was in contact with Kirari's crotch. She could feel the cotton of Kirari's tights, which had become ever so slightly wet, against her leg. She pulled her face back for just a moment and locked eyes with the president. She made a gentle thrusting motion, grinding her body back and forth against Kirari's, all while keeping eye contact and breathing heavily.
Kirari's hands journeyed down Yumeko's back and to her butt. Like with the breasts moments ago, she grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed tightly. While it was no secret that Yumeko was far more buxom than her fellow students, what wasn't so immediately obvious was that she was also blessed in other areas of her body as well. The loose, flowing Hyakkaou Academy skirt seemed to hide it quite well.
"Has this always been here?" Kirari asked between kisses. "You always find new ways to surprise me."
Yumeko laughed. "I like to keep a few tricks up my sleeve."
She wrapped her arms tightly around Kirari's neck and leapt up, wrapping her legs around Kirari's torso. Kirari used her hands attached to Yumeko's butt to support the weight. Kirari carried her over to the long student council table and gently laid her on her back, her legs unlocked and hung off the edge at the knees. She climbed on to the table and crawled on her knees over Yumeko's body, one knee at a time. She grabbed Yumeko's hands with her own and pinned them down above her. She then lowered her body to once again connect lips with her former rival. Yumeko kicked off her shoes and her legs wrapped themselves back around Kirari as tightly as they could.
Another minute of making out later, she rolled over so that Kirari was now laying beneath her. Her hair fell down, creating a dark enclosure in which Kirari's face gazed back at her like an animal trapped in a predator's lair. It was as if the power dynamic between the two was constantly shifting back and forth. She lifted her body upright, supporting herself by placing her hands on Kirari's exquisite breasts. Her perfectly straight hair fell down her body, obscuring parts of her shoulders, chest and forearms. She gently grinded on Kirari, rhythmically rubbing her vagina against her belly. Kirari placed her hands back on Yumeko's thighs. In all of her fantasies she never imagined herself being in such a submissive position, but she had to admit to herself that she kind of liked it.
Yumeko began undressing - she gently removed her blazer and placed it neatly over the back of the nearest chair. She untucked her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it. Once that was removed, she was sitting on top of Kirari in a plain black bra. Kirari stared with wonder in her eyes and a mischievous grin on her face. This was the Yumeko Jabami she had yearned to see for so long. Ever since they first crossed paths on that fateful day, Kirari had been picturing this moment in her mind. Many sleepless nights had been spent imagining it, and she was glad that it lived up to her fantasies. Yumeko flipped her hair behind her back and cast aside the bra to reveal her bare chest in all its glory. Her breasts had always been obviously large, but without any clothes to restrain them they looked gigantic.
Kirari sat upright so that her face was mere inches away from Yumeko's chest. She held on to the breasts and pressed her face between them, kissing them and the surrounding area, eventually moving upwards to her neck, chin and once again her mouth. She began undoing and removing her own clothes with Yumeko's help, though she was less concerned about cleanliness and threw them on the floor. Yumeko pulled down her skirt with both hands, and then her tights to reveal very expensive-looking underwear, which Kirari cast aside just as quickly.
Yumeko stared at Kirari's naked body with her mouth agape, completely spellbinded. The president's tremendous beauty was known throughout Hyakkaou Academy, but seeing her lay bare like this was something else entirely. Every inch of her was perfection given physical form. She stared back at Yumeko with a mischievous grin and and the same glint in her eyes she had when she was observing the circle of life taking place in the aquarium in the same room.
Yumeko took off her own skirt and tights and climbed back on to the table, sitting on top of the president.
"Kirari-san, you're so beautiful." she said, gliding her hands over her flawless skin.
"I'm aware." Kirari replied with almost a hint of annoyance, as if she'd been hearing it every day. "Now, are you going to sit on my face or not?"
Not one to be asked twice, Yumeko lifted a leg and removed her panties, placing them to one side. She walked on her knees forward towards Kirari's head, and lowered herself. Kirari held on to Yumeko's backside and stared at the vagina that was mere centimetres before her. She was no stranger to performing cunnilingus, but something about this time felt special. She closed her eyes and took in the scent. Female genitalia didn't exactly have a reputation of being the most pleasant-smelling body part, but somehow Yumeko even managed to achieve that. For but a moment, it reminded her of a peach. Fragrant, pink, fleshy, with a slit in the middle and some very light hair - she chuckled to herself when she made the mental connection in her head and realised how on-the-nose this all was. How delightfully appropriate.
Yumeko gasped as Kirari licked, kissed and sucked on her clitoris. She felt spasms go through her entire body, causing it to writhe and turn with pleasure. She grabbed on to her own breasts and squeezed them tight, as if they helped her maintain her balance. The sensations coursing through her made it hard to keep her eyes open, but she looked down at Kirari. She'd never seen her eating before, but she'd always imagined her with the grace and etiquette of an upper-class noblewoman, or maybe even royalty. Exquisite table manners, daintily chewing on small portions with only the finest cutlery, enjoying the dishes only society's elite were deemed worthy to consume. In other words, nothing short of immaculate. The woman beneath her legs though didn't seem like one who was interested in keeping the appearance of a sophisticated lady as she munched away on Yumeko's pussy.
Yumeko could feel her body vibrating more and more intensely as she came closer to climaxing. She moaned, laughed and cried out as Kirari's mouth went to work. Once she felt herself reaching the boiling point, she grabbed Kirari's head and pushed it further in to her entrance, holding it tightly so she could not pull back. The president's aqua blue lipstick looked like it formed a border around her genitalia, and her plaited hair bounced up and down against her thighs, tickling her softly like a feather.
"Yes, right there, don't stop," she moaned. She was having difficulty breathing, but she didn't care. She was so close. Her body convulsed wildly as she grew closer and closer to orgasm, and she wrapped her hands around her shoulders. Her face flared up and her eyes shone an intense bright red, not unlike the way they did during the midst of a high stakes gamble. Kirari could feel the heat rising on her tongue.
"Oh... oh, Kirari-san... Kirari-san, I'M GOING TO CUM!" Yumeko screamed at the top of her lungs as she ejaculated, her body falling forward as she felt an incredible wave of pleasure and relief course through her. She held her hands on the table to break her fall and raised her hips to allow Kirari to slide through her legs behind her. She collapsed on to the table and turned over to her back, panting and trying to compose herself. Tears had started forming in the corners of her eyes and she was drenched with sweat. Her hair spread in all sorts of directions, almost creating some sort of pattern. She stared at the extravagant-looking chandelier above her while she tried to catch her breath.
Kirari returned to the floor and walked around the side of the table, so that she approached Yumeko from her left. Yumeko, still looking at the ceiling, saw Kirari's face enter her field of vision like a surgeon looking down at a patient on the operating table. She turned to meet her gaze and giggled. She extended her left hand to Kirari's cheek and rubbed her thumb across the side of her face.
"Kirari-san..." she said, "Let me taste it." She pulled Kirari's face back towards her and kissed her on the lips. While it was not a particularly pleasant taste, the fact that it was her own essence mixed with Kirari's saliva made it all the sweeter.
"Now, Jabami," Kirari whispered, just an inch between the girl's mouths, "I can't let you have all of the fun for yourself. It's only fair that you return the favour."
Yumeko's eyes sparkled. "Yes, Kirari-san, of course!"
"Good. You've surpassed my expectations thus far, so I won't have you disappointing me now."
"You know I'm not one to do things half-way."
She pulled Kirari back on to the table and rolled over so that she was on top of her again. She kissed her on the mouth, then her cheek, her neck, and her breasts. She swirled her tongue around Kirari's nipples, sucking on them tightly. She ventured further south, planting kisses on her stomach and hips. With every press of the lips and touch of the tongue, Kirari could feel a mild jolt course through her body. Yumeko's mouth had now made contact with her thighs, alternating between legs, each time getting just a little closer to her sex. While Yumeko's area had a small amount of neatly trimmed hair surrounding it, Kirari's was completely smooth, shaved to the point of absolute hairlessness.
When Yumeko's tongue made contact, the tingling sensation surging through Kirari greatly intensified. She gasped and threw her head back.
"Yes, right there, that's perfect."
Yumeko continued eating her out, sucking on the flesh and massaging her clit. She used her hands to hold it open as wide as possible so she could send her tongue in further. Kirari moaned and cried out as her most sensitive points were pleasured. She desperately tried to hold on to something to keep her body in place as it contorted, but the table's surface was too flat and the edges were too far away for her hands to reach. Her back arched and she leaned her head back so far she could see the windows on the far side of the room behind the desk.
She wrapped her legs around Yumeko's head to hold her in place.
"Look at me." she said after she managed to catch her breath.
Yumeko's eyes shifted upwards as she ate.
"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. If you don't make me cum, you'll never set foot in this academy again."
Not one to disobey an order like that, Yumeko doubled down and increased the intensity with which she ate Kirari out. As much as she was enjoying it, she was starting to grow
tired and her jaw was aching, so she needed to hurry up. She felt the vibrations rumbling through her tongue as Kirari came closer to climaxing.
"Yes, yes, I'm almost... just a little more... Oh!"
Kirari let out a loud, girlish squeal as she felt herself erupting like a fountain. Her toes curled and she kicked her legs, desperately trying to fight her own body squirming and twisting as she orgasmed. Yumeko kept her face buried deep between her thighs and held on tightly to her hips to prevent her from crawling away. Kirari slapped the surface of her table with her hands in an attempt to cling on to something solid.
Once Yumeko finally released her, she collapsed on to the table and panted heavily.Yumeko licked up all of the cum that leaked out of Kirari's sex and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. She crawled up next to her and they interlocked fingers.
"I can't believe I just had sex with the student council president." she giggled, and turned to face Kirari whose head was already turned back at her. "It makes me so happy that we can be together like this, Kirari-san. To share such a pleasurable experience with you..." she paused. "I'm so lucky."
"I could say the same... you know, I've been wanting to this since the day I met you. The day you came to this academy and stirred things up like you did, it gave me a rush I'd never felt before. Every since that day I've had an insatiable desire to make you mine. And after our gamble this afternoon, well... the only thing I wanted was to fuck you senseless."
Yumeko never thought she would hear the president speak such vulgar language, but it wasn't like she ever thought she'd see the president eating her pussy either, so she moved on from that thought quickly. She smiled back at Kirari angelically, and her eyes shifted over to the clock on the wall. It was almost 5PM.
"Oh dear, look at the time. We should probably get going."
"Hm? Oh, yes... I didn't realise we'd been here for so long."
They both slid off the table, the surface now moist from the sweat and bodily fluids from their bodies, though the girls hardly took any notice. They put their uniforms back on and reapplied any makeup that had been messed up in all the fun. They managed to make themselves look presentable, though it was still fairly obvious that they had taken part in some intense physical activity.
Kirari walked her to the door, but right before she reached the handle, Yumeko stopped and called her name. Kirari turned around. Yumeko approached her, held her hands in her own, and hugged her.
"Thank you." she said.
Kirari was a little surprised, but embraced her back. The two had been enemies and rivals, diametrically opposed to each other, almost destined to do battle. While she thought the two could never be romantically involved, in that moment she wondered if they could ever be friends some day. At the very least, another meeting like this wouldn't be so bad.
She looked into her eyes and kissed her on the lips one last time. However, it was not like the kisses they had shared earlier; it was tender, almost loving. She held her lips for a few seconds and then disconnected them.
She let the other girl go and smiled at her. "Well, then." she said as she reached for the doorknob.
Kirari opened the door, but just as Yumeko passed through, she noticed Sayaka jolt up from her chair. Apparently, she had been sitting outside. For how long was anyone's guess.
"Oh, Sayaka-san!" Yumeko cried out.
The secretary remained silent.
Kirari leaned out and interjected, "Sayaka, didn't I tell you to go home?"
"W-Well, yes, president, you did, but..." she refused to look directly at either of the women. "I was on my way, but I just remembered that I needed you to sign... these. And they can't wait." she held out a folder containing papers regarding various student council business affairs.
"Oh?" Kirari inspected the folder for a moment. "Oh, yes, these. You're right, I had forgotten. You should have knocked."
Her face turned so red it looked like she was about to burst. The thought of walking in on the two of them... doing whatever they were doing in there, was inconceivable. Even hearing what little she did was bad enough.
"No, I... I didn't want to... disturb you."
"I'm sorry, our..." she coughed, "discussion took a little longer than we were expecting." Kirari turned to Yumeko. "Thank you for your input, Jabami-san. That was truly a fascinating discussion. I'll be sure to bring that up with the council in our next meeting. Please, if you have any other suggestions, feel free to come by again. Well then, until next time."
"Yes, Kirari-san! Thank you again! Good night!" She politely bowed to the president and then to Sayaka. "Good night, Sayaka." She turned and walked daintily to the exit. Sayaka's eyes shot daggers after her.
"Now then, these forms. Let me retrieve a pen from my desk." Kirari said to herself. She re-entered the room and Sayaka followed. Sayaka immediately noticed the smell, and when she turned her eyes to the table, she could see remnants of sweat spread over the surface. There was an imprint left that had very obviously been someone's backside. Kirari muttered to herself as she wrote her signature on the documents, utterly oblivious to the state the room had been left in. She looked up to her secretary, who was standing with a look of pure disgust etched across her face.
"What?" she said with a confused expression.