Ayanokoji Kiyotaka knew that Chabashira Sae wasn't yet fully conquered. Despite the night they had spent together, her demeanor hadn't broken completely. Sure, he had seen her flushed and trembling, but beneath that surface, Ayanokoji sensed the same guardedness that Chabashira always carried. She wasn't the type to let herself be entirely consumed by anyone — not without a fight.
So, in the following days, Ayanokoji made it his mission to ensure that when it came to Chabashira Sae, there would be no more guarded looks, no more half-measures. He was going to conquer her fully — mind, body, and soul.
It began on the second day after their first encounter. Ayanokoji didn't waste time. He invited her to his room under the pretense of needing to strategize about the upcoming challenges they would face. Chabashira arrived with her usual air of authority, dressed in a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt that accentuated her curvaceous figure. But as soon as she stepped inside, Ayanokoji's intentions became clear.
"You're not leaving tonight," Ayanokoji said flatly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pause.
Chabashira smirked, trying to maintain her confident facade. "Is that so? And what exactly are you planning, Ayanokoji?"
Instead of answering, he took a step toward her, his eyes roaming her body. He reached out and undid the top button of her blouse, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her collarbone. Chabashira tensed, her breath hitching slightly at the sudden touch.
"You're still holding back," Ayanokoji said, his voice calm yet commanding. "But by the end of tonight, you won't be able to."
Chabashira opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Ayanokoji's hands were on her. He wasn't gentle this time. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, pressing her against the wall with a firm grip that left no room for resistance. His lips were on hers in an instant, devouring her in a heated, demanding kiss.
Chabashira's initial instinct was to push back, to reassert control, but Ayanokoji's dominance left her no space to maneuver. His hands moved with precision, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing the creamy expanse of her chest. Her large breasts, barely contained by the lacy bra she wore, heaved as her breathing quickened.
With a swift motion, Ayanokoji yanked the bra down, freeing her breasts completely. He didn't waste time, immediately grasping one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it roughly. His fingers pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Chabashira. The mix of pain and pleasure sent waves of heat through her body.
"You act so strong," Ayanokoji murmured against her skin, his voice low and almost mocking. "But in reality, you're no different from anyone else. You'll submit to me just like the others."
His other hand moved down to her skirt, hiking it up to reveal her smooth, curvy buttocks. He slapped her ass hard, the sound reverberating through the room. Chabashira moaned involuntarily, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. But Ayanokoji wasn't about to let her have that.
His hand continued to alternate between rough slaps and firm squeezes, making sure she felt every bit of his power. Her large breasts bounced with each slap, her nipples hardened and sensitive from the rough treatment. She couldn't help it — her body was betraying her, responding to his dominance in a way that left her vulnerable and exposed.
"You like this," Ayanokoji whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You like being under my control."
Chabashira tried to deny it, but the moans escaping her lips told a different story. Her body trembled with need, her resistance crumbling with each passing second.
Ayanokoji didn't stop there. Over the next few days, he continued his conquest of Chabashira Sae, each encounter more intense than the last. He made sure to explore every inch of her voluptuous body, focusing especially on her large breasts and curvy buttocks. He'd spend hours teasing her, making her squirm with need before finally giving her what she wanted. But he never let her forget who was in control.
Each night, he pushed her further, testing her limits. His hands were relentless, roaming her body with practiced ease. He'd squeeze her breasts hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he played with her nipples, twisting and tugging until she was moaning in ecstasy. He'd spank her ass until it was red and raw, making sure she knew who was in charge. And every time she tried to resist, he'd just push harder, until she had no choice but to submit to him completely.
By the end of it, Chabashira Sae was thoroughly conquered. Her once-confident demeanor was replaced with a submissive obedience whenever she was around Ayanokoji. She no longer tried to resist him — instead, she welcomed his touch, craving the dominance that only he could provide.
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Meanwhile, in the administrative office, Tokinari Tsukishiro was facing a different kind of pressure. Atsuomi Ayanokoji, the mastermind behind the White Room, had not been pleased with the recent developments. Tsukishiro, acting chairman of the school, was supposed to have handled Ayanokoji Kiyotaka by now. Yet, here they were, with the protection point still in play.
"You've failed," Atsuomi's voice crackled through the phone, cold and unforgiving. "I sent you to that school with a clear objective, Tsukishiro. And yet, Ayanokoji is still standing. Worse, you haven't even forced him to use his protection point. Explain yourself."
Tsukishiro remained calm, despite the clear anger in Atsuomi's tone. "I underestimated Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's ability to maneuver. He's far more calculating than I had anticipated."
"That's no excuse," Atsuomi barked. "He's making fools of us. I expected better from you."
Tsukishiro's voice was measured as he replied, "I understand your frustration. However, I assure you that I will take personal action from here on. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka will not remain untouched for much longer. I will force his hand and make him use that protection point soon enough."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Atsuomi spoke again, his tone slightly more controlled. "You had better succeed, Tsukishiro. If you fail again, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," Tsukishiro replied smoothly. "I will not fail. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka will be dealt with. That protection point will be used up very quickly. I'll see to it personally."
Atsuomi seemed to consider his words for a moment before he responded. "Very well. I'll trust you, for now. But I want you to send me the profiles of all the students currently enrolled in the school. If we're going to succeed in expelling Kiyotaka, we need to know exactly who we're dealing with. You'll also be receiving a new batch of White Room students soon. They will be enrolled in the school, and you are to help them accomplish their mission."
Tsukishiro's expression remained neutral as he processed Atsuomi's orders. "Understood, sir. I will prepare the necessary documents and ensure that the White Room students are integrated seamlessly into the school. They will have all the support they need to accomplish their mission."
"Good," Atsuomi said, his voice sharp. "I don't want to hear any more excuses. This is your last chance, Tsukishiro. Don't fail me again."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Tsukishiro staring at the phone in silence. He knew the gravity of the situation. Atsuomi Ayanokoji wasn't a man who tolerated failure, and Tsukishiro was already on thin ice.
But despite the pressure, Tsukishiro felt a sense of determination. He had underestimated Ayanokoji Kiyotaka once, but he wouldn't make the same mistake again. He would take matters into his own hands and ensure that Kiyotaka was cornered, forced to use his protection point, and ultimately expelled from the school.
The challenge ahead was daunting, but Tsukishiro was no stranger to high-stakes situations. He had risen to power through careful manipulation and cunning, and he wasn't about to let a mere student outwit him.
As he sat back in his chair, Tsukishiro's mind raced with possibilities. He would need to plan carefully, ensuring that every move he made was calculated to bring Ayanokoji down. The White Room students would be an invaluable asset, but he couldn't rely on them alone. He needed to be smart, to outmaneuver Kiyotaka at his own game.
With renewed resolve, Tsukishiro began drafting the plans for the upcoming semester. The pieces were falling into place, and soon, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka would have nowhere left to run.