As the gentle rays of warmth caressed my face, a delightful sensation stirred within me, coaxing my eyes to gradually awaken from their brief slumber. As I gazed out from my cell, the gentle touch of sunlight began to filter through the bars. The melodic sound of flowing water reached my ears, evoking images of a nearby waterfall. Yet, I couldn't help but dismiss such a notion as utterly impossible.
Hence, I cautiously glanced down at the bed beneath me, curious to ascertain whether my cellmate was occupied with the toilet. I braced myself, prepared to beat Gakuto if he once again neglected to flush his shit. However, to my astonishment, I was met with an unexpected sight.
"Kiyoshi-Dono, are you awake? I'm sorry for the noise I made."
I couldn't help but question reality as I witnessed him diligently scrubbing the toilet in our cramped cell. The meticulousness with which he approached the task reminded me of the care of a housewife. It sent a shiver down my spine, though I couldn't quite pinpoint why.
'What other schemes does he have up his sleeve? Don't tell me-' A wave of despair washed over me as many unsightly thoughts began to surface. His peculiar actions had left me with an unsettling certainty that he had been up to something while I slumbered.
A sudden dryness enveloped my throat, causing me to hesitate before swallowing my own saliva. Sensing my unease, Gakuto chimed in:
"I understand now. It turns out that my method was wrong all along. Therefore, I want to apologize and allow me to make up for all that first by cleaning this toilet."
Afterward, he redirected his attention back to his work, pouring his efforts and sweat into achieving a pristine, immaculate whiteness for the toilet. It appeared evident that he had not been deceitful, and in that moment, a sense of relief washed over me, allowing me to exhale a sigh of delight.
As I wracked my brain, a sudden recollection jolted me into action. Hastily, I embarked on a quest to uncover the elusive item, commencing my search beneath the comforting embrace of my pillow. Alas, my efforts proved fruitless, compelling me to extend my investigation to the crevices between my beds. Alas, the object of my desire remained stubbornly concealed, evading my grasp.
'The key?... where do I keep the key?...'
A wave of panic washed over me as I discovered the absence of the key. That fateful evening, fortune smiled upon me as I stumbled upon a key inadvertently left behind by Meiko due to her absentmindedness. Filled with a sense of duty, I resolved to return it to its rightful owner. However, to my surprise, it appeared that Meiko had remained blissfully unaware of her loss, for the very next day, she casually produced a brand new spare key. Ultimately, I regarded the key as my clandestine trump card, thus electing to retain possession of it.
"Kiyoshi-dono, what seems to be troubling you? Are you in search of something, perchance? I can assist in the search," I observed, noting the sly gleam in his eyes that he attempted to conceal by readjusting his glasses. Naturally, I found it difficult to place any trust in his words.
"There's no need," I mused, perched on the edge of the bed, my legs swinging idly. And then, at that moment, it all came rushing back - the events of last night, vivid and clear in my mind.
In the wake of the scorching incident that unfolded between Meiko and me, I discreetly concealed the key within the confines of the bathroom's ventilation duct. As darkness fell, her defenses were at their weakest. I still couldn't believe that my semen was covering the Vice President's perverted body.
"By the way, why hasn't the Vice President let us out yet? Even though she usually wakes up a habit of rising early in the morning, before the sun's rays have a chance to touch our skin."
Gakuto's question made me think. The fear of a connection to the events of the previous night loomed over me. However, before I could respond, the distinct sound of footsteps reached my ears, originating from beyond the confines of my cell.
"Wake up! How long are you going to sleep all the time! I wouldn't be surprised if you've turned into pigs!"
The voice diverged from Meiko's familiar tone, yet I barely had a moment to ponder upon it. Without delay, my eardrums were assaulted by a grating noise reminiscent of a swine's grunt.
"I've never heard Andre make a sound like that," Gakuto appeared to share the same sentiment, as he had noticed a strange pattern. Regardless of the severity of Meiko's disciplinary actions, these virgins would inexplicably find pleasure in their punishments, as if they were receiving a precious gift.
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"What a stroke of bad luck it is that Meiko is absent today, falling ill just when we needed her presence the most. And to add to the twist of fate, President Mari has personally chosen me to step in and oversee your activities in her absence."
As the five young men assembled in the heart of the field, they were presented with a brief tidbit of information that elicited a myriad of emotions within them. A wave of melancholy washed over them as they realized Meiko's absence. However, a glimmer of hope emerged as a stunning blonde woman appeared before them, preventing their situation from getting any worse.
"She's so cute. I can't wait to get to know her."
Andre's disagreement with Shingo was palpable. In his eyes, Meiko's treatment of him was nothing short of exceptional. However, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment when he noticed the lack of curvature in Hana's chest.
"At least with this... I can hold on a little longer..." With a raspy cough, the words escaped Joe's lips, laden with weariness. For Joe and Gakuto, Hana's endearing demeanor radiates a certain warmth that Meiko lacks. Unfortunately, this fleeting notion is bound to dissipate soon.
"Shut up! When I'm talking, you have to be quiet and listen!"
The sound of impact reverberated through the air as her palms collided with a resounding smack.
To everyone's surprise, Hana, who had always radiated a cheerful demeanor, now exuded an unexpectedly intense presence. She effortlessly lifted her legs to an astonishing height in a swift and fluid motion, nearly reaching a perfect 180-degree angle.
A sense of delight would typically wash over them as female students playfully lifted their skirts, offering a tantalizing glimpse of their undergarments. This had been their previous encounters with Meiko, leaving them with a certain expectation. However, their hearts sank in disappointment when all they encountered were unappealing black leggings.
However, their disappointment quickly transformed into a gripping sense of fear as each of them was met with a series of forceful kicks executed with the precision of karate techniques. Several unfortunate souls found themselves on the receiving end of a lethal knifehand strike to the neck, causing a brief lapse into unconsciousness before a more sinister form of retribution jolted them back to reality.
"W-Wait, Hana senpai. I've been quietly absorbing every word you've spoken, taking them to heart… arghhkk.." Kiyoshi, desperate for forgiveness, found himself collapsing in agony as Hana's delicate legs delivered a devastating blow that left his insides in disarray.
On that fateful morning, the five imprisoned souls of Hachimitsu Academy embarked upon yet another grueling day, one that would be marked by a series of tormenting ordeals cleverly disguised as disciplinary measures. Unlike Meiko, whose seductive appearance still managed to garner the boys' tolerance, Hana failed to elicit the same response from them.