Inside the Student Council Office, a man and a woman were engaged in a two-person chase around the central table.
“Stop right there, Uesugi Gen!”
“I’ll stop if you promise not to hit me.”
“Keep dreaming! That only happens in your sleep!”
“Exactly. Lately, I’ve been dreaming about you a lot, Suzune.”
“Go to hell!”
Eventually, the two of them, breathless and exhausted, stood on opposite sides of the table, glaring at each other.
“Give it up, Stubborn Girl… My stamina… is better than yours.”
Supporting himself against the table, Gen tried using verbal attacks to disrupt Suzune’s “casting process.”
But Suzune wasn’t doing any better—tiny beads of sweat trickled down her smooth forehead, dampening her side bangs, which clung to her delicate face.
She brushed her damp hair behind her ear, resting her hand on the table as she caught her breath, then gave him a cold, knowing smirk.
“You already… call me… ‘Stubborn Girl’… So shouldn’t you… know my… personality by now?”
“Go ahead… keep running if you want… I refuse to believe… you won’t stop eventually… And when that time comes… even if you beg for mercy… I won’t let you off.”
“…”
Is she seriously planning to chase me around the office for an entire day?!
Gen contemplated for 0.01 seconds before arriving at his conclusion—she absolutely might!
Instantly, he collapsed like a deflated pufferfish, dramatically flopping onto the floor, completely giving up.
“Fine. Just hit me already. Do whatever you want. I’m done running.”
Suzune stared at him, sprawled out with all limbs akimbo, and hesitated.
Based on previous experiences, if she ran over to hit him now, she’d have to hold down her skirt while squatting—giving this shameless bastard the perfect opportunity to pull her into his arms.
Besides, she was already sweaty from chasing him around. If she got too close and stuck to him… Ugh, disgusting!
But if she didn’t squat down and instead tried to kick him…
She instinctively tugged at her skirt, her cheeks flushing slightly.
No way. No way in hell. That would absolutely give this guy an advantage.
Just as Suzune was debating her next move, a voice whispered into her ear.
“What are you thinking about, Stubborn Girl?”
Gen, who had been lying on the ground just moments ago, had used her hesitation to sneak behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
Out of all the girls he knew, Suzune had one of the slimmest figures, her waist so delicate it felt like he could hold it in one hand.
“When did you—Eh?! W-Wait! Where are you licking?! Let go! That’s dirty!”
Gen had brushed aside her cascading black hair and pressed his lips to the snowy white nape of her neck.
“Mmm. Salty.”
He muttered against her skin, muffled but smug.
As strange sensations spread from the back of her neck and his large hands slowly roamed over her, Suzune felt her strength leaving her.
Furious, she snapped, “Of course it’s salty! It’s sweat! Let go, you pervert!”
“But you smell so good, Suzune. I need to find out where that scent is coming from… and have a little taste.”
At that moment, Gen dropped the act entirely, revealing his true degenerate nature.
Meanwhile, Suzune, struggling to process the overwhelming sensations, found herself staggering against him for support.
Her worst fear had come true—drenched in sweat, she had fallen into his arms.
“Suzune, right now… I really want to devour you.”
Gen tilted his head and gently took her soft earlobe into his mouth, savoring the feel of it.
“T-That kind of thing… is not allowed…”
A tiny, almost inaudible whisper escaped Suzune’s parted lips.
Gen nodded seriously, pretending to agree.
“Of course. You already told me before—no doing that before marriage.”
“W-Who said anything about marrying you?!”
Even now, Suzune was still being stubborn.
“But you’ve already ignited my fire… and now, you have to take responsibility and put it out.”
Gen’s voice was dangerously low, his arms tightening around her.
“Ngh—!”
Suzune’s hazy eyes snapped open wide.
No! If this keeps going… something strange is going to happen!
Gathering every ounce of her willpower, she pushed herself up, her face burning red as she turned to him.
Through gritted teeth, she forced herself to ask, “H-How… do I… do that…?”
Gen’s eyes flickered mischievously as he let his gaze drop—lingering on her long, slender legs wrapped in black thigh-high stockings.
Scooping her up, he sat her onto the office chair, slipped off her small leather shoes, and placed his hand over her thigh—rubbing it through the fabric, savoring the silk-like smoothness.
Leaning in, he whispered against her ear…
“Wha—?!”
Suzune’s eyes went wide, her usually composed gaze breaking into pure panic.
Her hands flailed wildly, her blush deepening to a full-on crimson.
“N-No! That’s… That’s not what the textbooks said at all!”
Yes.
Horikita Suzune was a purehearted girl.
She had no friends, which meant she had never received this kind of knowledge through gossip.
As a serious, disciplined student, she had also never visited any “inappropriate” websites.
Her understanding of this sort of thing was entirely limited to what was written in her health education textbooks.
“So? Will you?”
Gen pleaded playfully.
“No! This kind of lewd, shameless behavior is absolutely unacceptable!”
By now, Suzune had transformed into a living steam engine, her entire body flushing red.
In Gen’s arms, she struggled violently, her long legs kicking at random.
“Eh? You won’t?”
Gen pouted in disappointment.
“Absolutely not!”
Suzune rejected him mercilessly.
“Hontou ni?”
“Don’t you dare try to guilt-trip me! I won’t fall for it!”
“Suzune…”
“That won’t work either!”
“Stubborn Girl…”
“I’m sick of that nickname! At least change it if you’re trying to sweet-talk me!”
“Then… Wife?”
“W-WHAT?! B-Baka! Who’s your wife?!”
In the end, Suzune stormed back to her dorm, her bare, flushed thighs exposed to the cold air.
And Uesugi Gen?
He had successfully fulfilled his long-time dream of thoroughly “harassing” his Vice President.
…
That evening, in the Student Council Office…
“Hmph… Hehehe… Hahaha! Gahahaha! This is it!”
As day transitioned into night, the Student Council Office was bathed in the orange glow of sunset.
In a dimly lit corner, a computer screen cast an eerie white light, illuminating the indistinct figure hunched before it.
Fingers typed rhythmically, accompanied by the occasional murmur, resembling some kind of eldritch ritual.
Click—!
With a final press of the Enter key, Gen clapped his hands together and reviewed his work.
Yes…
This plan was perfect.
Selecting…
[Inter-Class Leadership Exchange Program]
Sending…!
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T/N: WAIT, HES GONNA SWITCH THE CLASS LEADERS AROUND? THEN SINCE HES NOT A LEADER HES GONNA JUST OVERRULE WHOEVER GETS ASSIGNED TO THEIR CLASS AND BE THE LEADER!! SINCE ICHINOSE WILL BE IN A DIFF CLASS??
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