As the final weeks of March slipped away, the beginning of April ushered in a new influx of students to Advanced Nurturing High School. The admissions process was complete, and the once-empty seats in the classrooms of the first-year students were filled. A total of 160 new students were divided into the four first-year classes: Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Class 1-C, and Class 1-D. Each of these new students represented a new potential challenge, another variable to be analyzed and manipulated.
For Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, it was a time of preparation. He understood that with each new school year, new players would enter the game, and he needed to be ready for them. But before he began analyzing the data on the incoming students, there was another matter he needed to take care of — one that had become a regular occurrence over the past few weeks.
One evening, Chabashira Sae arrived at Ayanokoji's private room. She had taken it upon herself to personally deliver the profiles of all 160 newly enrolled students, a task that should have been handled by another staff member but which she chose to undertake herself.
When she entered the room, she wore her usual professional attire: a buttoned blouse tucked into a tight skirt, her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. In her hand was a thick envelope containing the background information of the new students. But there was an air of anticipation between them, something that had grown with each of her visits over the past month.
"Ayanokoji," Chabashira greeted him as she entered, holding out the envelope. "I've brought the profiles you requested."
Ayanokoji stood from where he was seated on his bed, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he approached her. "Before we get into that," he said in his usual calm tone, "there's something else I need from you."
Chabashira didn't need any further explanation. She placed the envelope on a nearby table and began unbuttoning her blouse without hesitation. This routine had become familiar to her, though she would never admit it aloud. Ayanokoji had fully conquered her body, and her once-guarded demeanor had been completely eroded by his dominance.
Once her blouse was undone, revealing her large, voluptuous breasts barely contained by her lace bra, Ayanokoji wasted no time. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to strip the bra away, exposing her ample chest. His hands closed around her breasts, squeezing them roughly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Chabashira.
"You've gotten used to this, haven't you?" Ayanokoji murmured, his fingers teasing her nipples, twisting them just hard enough to make her moan involuntarily.
"I'm only here because—" Chabashira started, but her voice was cut off as Ayanokoji's hand moved lower, hiking up her skirt and slipping between her legs. He wasn't gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. Her words trailed off into soft gasps as he pressed his lips against her neck, his hands never stopping their exploration of her body.
Ayanokoji had made it his goal to ensure Chabashira was fully and utterly his. He took his time, teasing and tormenting her, pushing her to the edge before pulling back, only to start all over again. His hands played with her large breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, and twisting her nipples until they were red and swollen with arousal. He made sure she felt every inch of his control over her, every touch leaving her body trembling with need.
For hours, they indulged in each other's bodies. Ayanokoji showed no mercy, his hands roaming Chabashira's voluptuous form, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he spanked her curvy buttocks hard enough to leave marks. Each time she moaned or gasped, it was a testament to the complete control he held over her.
The night stretched on, but neither of them stopped. Ayanokoji didn't care about time, and Chabashira had long since given up trying to resist. By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, they had spent the entire night locked in their intense, heated encounters.
But it wasn't enough.
Even as the day began, Ayanokoji didn't stop. He continued to take her in every way imaginable, leaving Chabashira's body aching with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. By the time the afternoon sun hung high in the sky, they had been at it for hours, neither of them showing any signs of slowing down.
It was only when Chabashira's phone buzzed on the bedside table that the haze of lust was momentarily broken. Panting and flushed, she reached for her phone, glancing at the message that had appeared on the screen.
"A meeting… with the Student Council," Chabashira murmured, her voice breathless. "They're requesting my presence."
Ayanokoji's hands were still on her, tracing patterns along her thighs, but he paused for a moment, considering. "You'll have to go, then."
Chabashira let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't want to leave, but it's important."
Reluctantly, they separated. Chabashira stood up from the bed, her legs trembling slightly as she dressed herself, slipping back into her usual clothes. She adjusted her blouse, pulling her skirt down to cover her reddened buttocks. Her body still tingled from their encounter, but she knew she couldn't afford to miss the meeting.
"I'll be back later," she said as she finished getting ready, casting one last look at Ayanokoji before she left the room.
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The Student Council meeting room was spacious and pristine, filled with several long tables arranged in a U-shape. At the head of the room stood Miyabi Nagumo, the charismatic and ambitious Student Council President, and beside him, his vice president, Ikuto Kiriyama.
The teachers filed in one by one, taking their seats at the tables. Chabashira Sae entered last, adjusting her glasses as she found a seat toward the back of the room. Her body still ached slightly from her recent activities with Ayanokoji, but she composed herself, focusing on the matter at hand.
Among the teachers present were familiar faces: Mashima-sensei from Class 2-A, Hoshinomiya Chie from Class 2-B, Chabashira Sae from Class 2-C, and Sakagami-sensei from Class 2-D. Each of them wore expressions of professionalism, but there was an underlying tension in the room.
Nagumo Miyabi stood at the front, his usual confident smile in place. He looked out at the gathered teachers before beginning the meeting. "Thank you all for coming. As you know, we've implemented a new system for evaluating students this year. I wanted to go over the details with you personally so that everyone understands how it will work."
He gestured to a large screen behind him, which lit up with the logo of a new application: the OAA app.
"This application," Nagumo continued, "will be used to monitor and evaluate students in a way that is more comprehensive than anything we've done before. It will allow us to assess students based on four primary categories: Academic Ability, Physical Ability, Adaptability, and Social Contribution. Each category will be scored numerically, and those scores will be used to calculate a student's Overall Ability."
As Nagumo explained further, the details of the new system became clear. Academic Ability would be determined by written exams, Physical Ability by performance in sports and physical challenges, Adaptability by a student's ability to think on their feet and interact socially, and Social Contribution by behavior, attendance, and participation in school programs.
"The overall ability score," Nagumo said, "will reflect a student's comprehensive performance across all categories. However, Social Contribution will only be weighted half as much as the other categories to prevent students from being unfairly penalized for minor infractions."
The teachers murmured amongst themselves, exchanging glances as they absorbed the new information. Chabashira listened carefully, her mind already racing with how this system could affect the dynamics of her class and, more importantly, how Ayanokoji might use it to his advantage.
Nagumo wasn't finished, though. "Additionally," he said, "starting this year, special exams will be structured differently. We will now conduct exams that involve multiple years at once. For example, the first-year, second-year, and third-year students may all face the same special exam at the same time. Of course, the difficulty and consequences for the higher years will be more severe, but it's important for all students to be aware of the stakes."
There was a ripple of surprise among the teachers at this revelation. Chabashira's eyes narrowed slightly. This would undoubtedly complicate things. The idea of multi-year exams could easily create new alliances — or new rivalries — between the different classes.
Nagumo raised his hand, silencing the murmurs. "For now," he said, "you are not to share this information with the students. They will learn about the OAA app and the multi-year exams in due time, but it's important that we keep it under wraps until the first class begins on April 15th."
The teachers nodded in agreement, understanding the need for discretion. After a few final remarks, Nagumo dismissed the meeting. The teachers began to gather their things and file out of the room, their expressions thoughtful and calculating.
Chabashira wasted no time. As soon as the meeting ended, she made her way directly back to Ayanokoji's room. Her mind was buzzing with the new information Nagumo had shared, and she knew that Ayanokoji would want to know about it as soon as possible.
She arrived at his door and knocked lightly. When Ayanokoji opened the door, his expression remained unreadable, but Chabashira could see the curiosity in his eyes.
"You're back quickly," Ayanokoji said as he stepped aside to let her in.
"There's something you need to know," Chabashira said as she entered the room. "The Student Council has implemented a new evaluation system. It's going to change everything."
Ayanokoji closed the door behind her, his mind already calculating how this new system could be manipulated to his advantage. "Tell me everything," he said calmly, his eyes focused on her.
And so, Chabashira began to explain, detailing every aspect of the OAA app and the multi-year special exams, knowing that this was only the beginning of another carefully calculated strategy that Ayanokoji would soon devise.