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In other words, it’ll be the route where I use it to suck up to a leader figure, but…
(It’s a tough choice…
if it were Class B, it’d be Ichinose; Class C, Ryuuen.
If it were Class A, it’d be Sakayanagi or Katsuragi—the answer would be easy depending on which faction I wanted to join.
But—)
In Class D, it’s quite a dilemma.
After all, Class D has no absolute leader at this point.
That’s what makes it interesting; the leadership struggle in Class D tends to be swayed by a single move from the player.
In other classes, it’s not impossible to prop up a different leader or become one yourself, but it takes an incredible amount of effort.
But in Class D, the leader’s seat is vacant; anything can happen depending on how you move.
Currently, there are three main candidates.
(Horikita, Kushida, or Hirata…
those are the three I’d give it to…)
The person I give the “old questions” to will earn massive class contribution during the midterm.
That means it leads to an increase in that person’s influence within the class.
(In other words, it’ll greatly affect the future leadership struggle.
Well, honestly, I don’t care much who ends up as the final leader right now.
I’m not aiming for a proper Class D victory route yet anyway.
The important thing is that by getting the questions and handing them over, I gain class contribution while building trust with a leader candidate.
A ‘number three’ position would be most convenient.)
I pondered.
After agonizing over it—
“Sorry, I’m gonna hit the restroom for a bit…”
Leaving my seat with those words, I switched on a device in my pocket and left behind the study group I’d been dragged into.
Vvv…
vvvvv!
Vvv!
Vvvvv!
“To put something like this in…
♡ and tell me to come to school…
ngh ♡”
“I told you I’d dominate everything, didn’t I?
Your everything belongs to me.
Besides, you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“Th-that’s…
♡”
“Not true?”
Inside the men’s restroom, in one of the private stalls, I questioned Onodera, who had come to meet me.
A muffled vibrating sound echoed from beneath her skirt.
The source was a remote-controlled vibrator.
At first, I tested it in small doses, but even on max, no one noticed, so now I use it as I please.
As expected of an eroge world.
For Onodera, who has a submission desire, making her wear vibrators or rotors and playing with her has become part of our daily routine.
“I am…
but…
♡”
“I thought so.
I can tell by that look on her face that says you want it.”
“That’s because Kasuga—”
“I told you to call me Kuzu at school, didn’t I?”
“I-I know.
But right now is fine, isn’t it?”
“I hope you’re doing your job properly.”
“Y-yeah.
I should be doing it well, so…
♡”
“Yes, yes.
I’ll give you a reward—Kayano.”
“Ah ♡”
Since making her fall, I had given Onodera a specific role.
To put it simply, she was a spy for the girls’ groups in the class.
She didn’t have as wide a social circle as Kushida or Karuizawa, but she wasn’t as isolated as Hasebe or Sakura either; she was a girl with an average class hierarchy.
That’s why she was able to grasp the movements of the girls in Class D to some extent.
These kinds of dynamics are hard for me, a guy, to understand, so I told her to report everything to me.
It wasn’t a particularly difficult task.
Other than that, I mostly had her spread stories to improve my reputation.
“I’ve told them we became friends—something like that.
It doesn’t seem like they’re suspicious…
n-ah ♡ I said we played some sports and hit it off…
that kind of feeling ♡”
“Yeah, that distance is fine.
Just stay at the level of ‘friends of the opposite sex’ and occasionally bring up topics that make me look good.
Don’t force it; someone like Kushida might notice.”
“Telling me to talk so your reputation improves…
you’re definitely targeting someone else—nnh ♡”
“I’m a playboy.
It can’t be helped, right?”
“You’re the worst…
♡ Ah, nngh ♡”
“The one who wants to be with someone like that is just as bad.
Look, we have to get back, so let’s finish this quickly.”
With those words, I removed my hands from Onodera’s breasts, which I had been kneading, and from the vibrator I was fiddling with at her secret place, and made her sit on the toilet.
Then, without a word, I took out my phone, set it to recording mode, and aimed it at Onodera. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Watching me, Onodera sat on the toilet and spread her legs wide, then timidly hiked up her skirt.
Beneath the skirt was the buzzing vibrator, and—there were no panties.
Kayano Onodera had the athletic, toned body of a dedicated swimmer: smooth, lightly tanned skin from hours in the pool, firm and shapely legs with well-defined thighs that showed the power of her kicks, a slim yet curvaceous waist, and perky C-cup breasts that strained against her uniform blouse.
Her short, dark hair framed a cute, energetic face with bright eyes that now looked hazy with lust, her cheeks flushed pink.
“Now, explain.
Kayano.”
“A-are you really…
♡ going to edit this properly?
♡”
“How many times have I done this?
How many erotic photos do you think I’ve sold of the ones you sent me?”
“Those were because Kasuga told me to…
♡”
“That’s right.
During school breaks or lunch.
I told you to find time to send me lewd selfies with your skirt up or your bra shifted, or masturbation videos, and you obeyed me so obediently.”
“Au…
♡”
“You’ve earned me quite a bit…
So, what are you doing right now?”
At my words, while her usual cheerful face melted into a daze, she took a pose with one hand blocking her own eyes.
She didn’t do it because she was embarrassed.
She posed knowing that this kind of composition would be more popular.
“E-ehehe…
♡ Even though I don’t have club activities today, I’ve been wearing a swimsuit underneath the whole time…
♡ Because I was ordered to…
and…
I have a vibrator inside my pussy the whole time…
♡”
Just as she said, Onodera had spent the whole day under my orders wearing a swimsuit beneath her uniform.
And even more, she had a vibrator inserted the entire time.
If she were found out by any chance, she would undoubtedly be labeled as a total pervert.
But even so, if it was my order, she did it.
Watching her being filmed while confessing this, there was absolutely no sign of dissatisfaction on her face.
“How many times did you cum?”
“Th-three times during class…
♡ Twice during break ♡ Ah, n-uuuuuh!!
♡♡”
Slurp…
squelch!