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Assistant: Title: Lose the Bet, Lose Control
        Author: yurigooner69 yurigooner69 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Yumeko bets she can make Kira c@m during the student council meeting. If she wins, Kira has to f@ck her right on the table. But if Yumeko fails, Kira gets to do whatever she wants with her. The stakes are high, and the game is dangerously hot.
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              Yumeko bets she can make Kira c@m during the student council meeting. If she wins, Kira has to f@ck her right on the table. But if Yumeko fails, Kira gets to do whatever she wants with her. The stakes are high, and the game is dangerously hot.
            
        

        
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          The student council room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of light shuffling and sifting of papers across the shellacked mahogany table. Kira leaned casually against it, fingers drumming nimbly on the wood as she reviewed the latest disciplinary reports. For a moment, her eyes left the papers and moved upwards towards the ticking clock above.  Five minutes left until another student council meeting. These gatherings were usually brief, focused on upcoming gambling tournaments, fundraisers, and council-led school activities. Planning such things, and ensuring the students showed nothing but loyalty and respect for the council was only a fraction of what Kira had to manage. She was a busy woman, the president of the student council, who had to maintain her authority and reputation. Everything had to be perfect. There was no room for wretched blunders and misapprehensions. After all, she was going to be the future head of the Timurov family.  Proving she's able to handle such simple tasks, showed her worth. Her posture was rigid, expression unreadable, until the sharp click of the door swinging open shattered the stillness. Which foolish, and utterly nitwitted individual dared to burst into the room like they owned the place?  She was soon to know that as her shrewd eyes fell upon the very familiar looking girl. Yumeko Jabami. Her eyes sparkled with that maddening mix of thrill and mischief, as if she were planning something hazardous. Which, she probably was considering her riskful and at times impulsive nature. "Kira-san, always so serious. Don't you ever crave a little excitement?" Her voice was low, playful, dripping with challenge.  Kira didn't even glance up once. "If you're here to waste my time, leave. I have a meeting in less than five minutes." Her voice was calm but edged with steel. Yumeko stepped close, heels hitting the floor softly as she tilted her head in a slow, deliberate manner. "Waste your time? Oh, Kira-san, you wound me. I'm here because you've been avoiding me." Kira's eyes darkened, but she barely moved. "Avoiding you? Hardly." Yumeko's smile widened, unfazed by the cold dismissal. "Then why haven't you returned my calls? Or answered my messages?" She stepped even closer, lowering her voice to a teasing whisper. "You can't just hide from me forever."  Kira finally lifted her gaze, meeting Yumeko's with a sharp, calculating stare. "I'm not hiding. I'm prioritizing." Yumeko let out a soft hum, circling Kira slowly, like a cat toying with a cornered bird. "Prioritizing," she echoed, her voice lilting with amusement. "And here I thought I was a priority, Kira-san." She could hear the pout in Jabami's voice. And, without warning, the latter's fingers trailed lightly along Kira's shoulder as she passed behind her. Kira tensed. Not visibly, never visibly but, a twitch in her jaw betrayed her. Yumeko leaned in close, arms draping lazily over Kira's shoulders from behind, chin brushing just beside her ear. Kira didn't flinch, but her eyes narrowed. "Hands to yourself, Jabami."  "But you haven't even missed me," Yumeko purred. "I've missed you, President." She whispered, hot breath fanning against the serious girls' pale neck. This girl.. truly unbelievable. No one dared lay a finger on a Timurov, yet, here Yumeko Jabami was playing a dangerous game. Kira nearly clicked her tongue, "I don't 'miss' people. Especially not a daredevil like you."  Yumeko grinned at that, pressing just a little closer, as if feeding off the tension rolling off Kira in quiet waves. "Then.. How about a gamble? Play with me, President Kira-san." Her tone dropped, sultry but edged with challenge, grip loosened, and she walked back to her earlier spot standing in front of Kira again.   "I don't have time for games. In about three minutes, this room will be filled with council members." Kira's voice was cool, even, but her eyes lingered just a second too long on Yumeko's lips. Yumeko caught that glance, oh, she definitely caught it. "Ohh, Kira-san," she cooed, eyes alight with uncontainable thrill, "was that a look I just saw? Naughty." She bounced on her heels slightly, giddy.  Yumeko's grin deepened as she stepped closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "This is the wager, If I make you c@m before the meeting's over, you f@ck me right here. On this very table." Kira seemed to have been taken by surprise, fingers stopped drumming on the wooden table, but her expression remained calm.  Courageous.. this Yumeko girl was. What a provocative wager, she wasn't one to engage in such boldness so openly. Especially not here, under the watchful eyes of the student council members just minutes away.  Kira's eyes flicked to the edge of the table, then back up to Yumeko's daring smile. "You're insane," she murmured, voice low but steady. "And reckless. But..." Her gaze sharpened, voice dropping into that commanding tone that made others obey without question, "I don't decline challenges."  Yumeko clapped her hands excitedly, before clasping them in front of her. "Perfect! I wouldn't expect anything less from the student council president herself..! You like control, but I think you like risk more." Well, a gamble was a gamble, no matter how intimate or personal it may be. She stared into Jabami's eyes and swore they flickered red and shimmered with something dangerous. A challenge that went beyond mere words. Kira's jaw tightened, her breath steadying as she leaned forward just enough to meet Yumeko's gaze squarely. "You have exactly one minute and forty-five seconds," she said, voice low but unmistakably firm, "to prove you're worth this wager. And if you fail to do.. What you've intended to do, what's In it for me?"  "If I fail.." Her hands trailed lightly up the president's shoulders, before she timidly squeezed. "I'll do whatever you want, Kira-san. No questions asked. You'll have complete control." Control. Perfect. "But if I win... well, you know the stakes." Both of the two were wins in Kira's mind, but she was a Timurov. A Timurov shall never lose, or give up a challenge.  Kira's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Bold. I like that." She glanced at the clock. One minute and thirty seconds left. Yumeko's eyes gleamed, "Now, let fate decide, then." She detached the yellowish coin from her necklace, holding it between two fingers. "Heads is no, tails is yes. There's a fifty percent chance. Call it."  Kira's gaze sharpened as she studied the coins glint. Calm and collected, she answered without hesitation, "Tails." Yumeko flipped the coin high into the air, the metallic clink ringing sharply in the still room. Both watched it spin, frozen in the tension of the moment. The coin landed on the table, spinning briefly before settling.  Tails. She bent down to pick it up, putting it back in its right place with a quiet click. Yumeko's lips curled into a victorious smile, but her eyes softened with something unreadable. "Looks like fate's on my side." Kira exhaled slowly, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. "Then we begin. How are you going to do this, Jabami? You only have a minute or so left." This was easily going to be her win. Kira wasn't sure how Yumeko had intended to do this, but her little uncalculated plan was going to  turn into a painfully big flunk.  She must've came her to lose on purpose. Time was running out.  Jabami didn't even seem to care about that. Not even one bit. Her expression remained frisky. Yumeko's smile didn't falter either. In fact, it sharpened. Kira raised a brow, expecting her to make a move, pull something bold, brash, immediate. Maybe press her lips to her throat or slip a hand under the waistband of her black uniform shorts— just some kind of rushed, humiliating attempt at seduction.  That would've been predictable. That would've made this easy to win. Instead, Yumeko said, sweet and devastatingly calm. "Oh, Kira-san... I said during the meeting." Kira blinked, the full meaning of the words hitting her half a second too late. Her smirk vanished, mouth parting slightly in disbelief. "What?" During the meeting. How was this going to play out?  A sudden giggle, sweet and high pitched. "I never said 'before' the meeting," Yumeko cooed, stepping back with a giddy little sway of her hips. "You assumed. That's on you, President." Another one, she was absolutely delighted at Kira's reaction, hands clasped loosely behind her back.  "You're insane," Kira snapped, tone sharper now. Her eyes narrowed, flickering with annoyance, no, frustration. She had walked right into it. "You want to do this during a council meeting? And how do you plan to do that, Jabami?" Yumeko's eyes gleamed, so terribly pleased with herself. "That's what makes it a gamble~ The thrill comes from not knowing how I'll do it. Only that I will. And you'll find out pretty soon."  "You'll have to hold yourself together while everyone talks about regulations and event planning. Or better yet.." She leaned in close again, brushing her lips near Kira's ear. "While they talk about me."  Kira grit her teeth. This wasn't a simple game anymore, this was.. Sabotage. She had thought she could win quickly, without giving Yumeko the satisfaction. That she'd brush her off and walk away victorious. But Yumeko had laid a trap built on arrogance, and Kira had stepped right into it.  Kira took one sharp step forward, seizing Yumeko by the collar with a vice-like grip, her knuckles going white. Her glare darkened into something colder, murderous. "You psychotic little freak," The latter laughed, breathless and gleeful as Kira yanked her forward, close enough to see the crimson flare in those wicked eyes."Do you enjoy dragging me into your madness?"  Yumeko's grin bloomed wider. "Yes," she breathed. "Isn't it delicious, Kira-san? The tension.. the risk.. You want it, too. I see it in your eyes." Her hands lightly gripped Kira's wrists, as though daring her to tighten them further.  The nerve.  The unhinged, twisted nerve of this girl.  "You're insufferable," Kira hissed, then, before Yumeko could so much as blink— SLAM. Kira slammed her forehead against Yumeko's, crashing into her skull with a sick, echoing crack. Yumeko's eyes flew wide, breath knocked from her in a stunned gasp. She stumbled back a step, head reeling from the impact, one hand flying to her forehead. "Agh—!" She laughed through the pain, stumbling into a chair and steadying herself on its arm. "Ohh... That was so good..!"  Seriously.  Kira nearly sacrificed her own consciousness with that power she put into the headbutt. And, here Yumeko Jabami was, all jolly and giggly over a headbutt! Any normal person would be furious or at the very least upset, but indubitably, Yumeko wasn't a normal person so she thought of this as some sort of game. Her grip tightened against the white collar in her hand, nails digging into the fabric. "You think this is a joke?" Kira growled.  "Yes, and I love it..!" Yumeko chirped, her voice going up a few pitches. Kira was about to give her another retort, but she didn't even get a chance to respond. The sound of someone sloppily attempting to open the door, as if it weren't already unlocked, caught both of their attentions. "F@ck," Kira cursed, hands leaving the now wrinkled collar of the disastrous girl, who had a small smile on her face.  Kira's eyes snapped toward the door, narrowing with sharp annoyance. "They're coming," she hissed under her breath, voice low and tense like a coiled spring. Yumeko just tilted her head, expression devilishly serene. "Mmm, then I suppose I should get started..." Kira's eyes widened in alarm. "Don't you da-" But Yumeko was already moving. With fluid feline grace, she dropped to her knees and disappeared beneath the thick velvet tablecloth, her hands gently parting the fabric as she ducked under with a hushed giggle. Kira stiffened, eyes burning toward the door like she could vaporize whoever was on the other side. The handle jiggled again, closer, louder. Any second now. Then, Yumeko's voice, low and molten, purred from under the table. "Mmm... Kira-san, if you squirm even once, they'll know. If you c@m? I'll keep sucking until I taste every last drop." Kira froze. Her entire body went rigid.  A sharp, shocked breath caught in her throat.  The door knob turned.  Her expression didn't change, but her pupils dilated. The tablecloth shifted softly, Yumeko was positioning herself. And as if on command, in came Suki, along with Mary, Dori and the other student council members including her sister. "Meeting time already started?" Suki asked, eyeing the room.  "Yes." She cleared her throat, smoothing down her blazer. Calm down, Kira Timurov. Yumeko hasn't even begun her torturous act yet. She slumped down against her throne, sitting at the head of the table, where the devil herself was kneeling underneath. Spreading her legs just enough to maintain the illusion of dominance, when really, it was an act of desperate control.  Kira's fingers curled around the edge of her chair, the cold leather grounding her as she slid forward. Just enough to bring herself closer to the thick velvet tablecloth without drawing suspicion. Mary launched into updates about next month's tournament structure, flipping through spreadsheets, her voice painfully mundane. Kira barely heard a word. She could feel the faintest warmth of breath brushing against the inside of her thigh.  Then contact.  Yumeko's lips, soft and deliberate, pressed a ghost of a kiss against the clothed bulge between Kira's legs. It was a light touch, but it still sent a shiver down her spine. She was already starting. Kira's jaw flexed, she shifted slightly in her seat, fingers curling under the table's edge. No reaction. She couldn't give them anything. Yumeko's voice, so quiet only Kira could hear it. "You're already hard for me, President." She whispered, hot and hungry. "How vulgar... getting turned on in front of all your little subordinates. What would they think if they saw your c@ck twitch like that?" D@mn you, Jabami. She gritted her teeth. Someone in this room could've heard her!  Kira's eyes snapped to Suki, who was talking directly to her now, asking something about prize budgeting. "Kira?" She swallowed. "Approved," Kira said flatly, her voice gravel thick. Her fingers drummed on the table, but not from boredom, it was from tension.  Then Yumeko pulled her zipper down. With her teeth.  And Kira nearly flinched.  A soft hand grazed her not so little friend, giving it a quick solid stroke through the very thin fabric of her underwear. And then she felt it. The cold breeze on her lower part, as her c@ck got freed from its cotton prison with a gentle tug. Thank god there was a cloth covering this table, or else her arousal would've been visible for everyone to see. Not like that was what Yumeko was hoping for at all... Kira inhaled sharply through her nose. This crazy screwball of a girl.  Yumeko's tongue flicked out, tracing slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive tip, the warmth of her breath hitting her exposed skin. Kira's hips bucked involuntarily, and she held back a groan that was threatening to leave her throat. Sh@t. She almost exposed herself.  The other student council members continued discussing a mundane topic, which she heard nothing of, yet, she nodded along to every word. She had to seem at least a tiny bit intrigued or else they'd realize that something was off. As long as she continued to keep the mask on, everything would be fine. A poker face. Something she, as a Timurov had been mastering for years.  She was confident that the mask wouldn't slip. There's been reams of situations where she had to keep wearing that cold, unbothered expression of hers. And this one.. God, it was so pathetic. People had been killed in front of her, in the cruelest most extreme ways ever. Dead, wounded, blood spilling. Yet, a simple bl@wj@b from Yumeko Jabami under the table was threatening to undo her completely.  She couldn't fall for such nonsense.  Only common people would lose their composure over something like this, probably would've came as soon as Yumeko's tongue even brushed them. Or at the very least, in a few minutes. For herself, she knew it'd take at least half an hour to reach climax. She was going to win this. And as soon as this meeting's over, use her win to its fullest extent.  Leave Jabami's ass behind in the dust, where it belonged.  Did she really think she'd be leaving this room with a good f@ck? Please. Kira had survived a bullet to the head and still managed to keep a poker face. This was just a bl@wj@b under a tablecloth. Child's play. And this meeting was.. What, approximately twenty minutes long? Not even twenty, probably ten. She could totally outlast this ridiculous torture. Maybe even take a nap while Yumeko was at it, nap and still come out on top.  This was easy.  Wait.  Why didn't she feel Yumeko's tongue on her anymore?  Suddenly, a warm wet mouth engulfed the entirety of her c@ck, swallowing her with a gentle, firm pressure that sent an immediate jolt through her spine. Holy sh@t. Kira's eyes nearly popped out of her head, panic crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her fingers clenched tighter on the chairs edge, nails biting into the leather. 
  Don't move.
 
  Don't make a sound.
 
  Don't give yourself away.
 Her heart hammered so loud she was sure the whole room could hear it. She fought to control the involuntary shudder rippling through her body as Yumeko's warm, wet mouth enveloped her fully, suckling with a slow, deliberate rhythm that teased every nerve  Kira bit back a strangled gasp, cheeks burning hot. Stay calm. You're a Timurov. You've survived worse than this. But as Yumeko's gentle suction sent electric jolts up her spine, she found herself dangerously close to losing control. Her hips twitching almost uncontrollably beneath the table.  
  Not here. 
 
  Not now. 
 
  Please, not now. 
 Kira lifted the table cloth slightly carefully, not enough to let attention be brought to herself, and God, the sight below her was exquisite. Yumeko's cheeks were flushed bright red, cheeks slightly hollowed, lips stretched around her c@ck and hands resting lightly on Kira's thighs, steady and confident. She continued her magic, mouth working skillfully, sucking a bit harder. When the daredevil had noticed the sound of the fabric shifting, her soft doe like eyes gazed up, locking onto Kira's.  Kira swallowed hard, cheeks flushing deeper. Keep it together, God, Just keep it together. Even though there were many eyes that could catch sight of her god awful b@n@r... The very eyes of Yumeko Jabami studying her, while she had her mouthful of Kira's c@ck was far more humiliating.  She would rather have the whole council stare at her than the pompous eyes of Jabami.  With a wet pop, Yumeko pulled back slightly, the sound echoing louder than either of them anticipated. Kira felt her heart drop to her stomach, the panic taking over quickly. F@ck. F@ck. F@ck. They f@ck@ng heard that. She glanced frantically around, scanning the faces of the other council members, hoping none had noticed. Everyone continued talking, as if nothing had happened. They were oblivious people.  "Yumeko," she hissed through gritted teeth, barely audible. "Do you have to be so loud." Yumeko's eyes twinkled with playful mischief, lips curling into a sly smile as she looked up, her mouth still wet with evidence of her deed. "Don't even think about it," she whispered, voice muffled but sharp. "You're going to last this meeting, and then we'll see who really wins." Kira's cheeks burned, heat blooming from embarrassment and frustration in equal parts. She shot her a scolding glare, whispering. "You're impossible, you know that." But Yumeko only smiled wider, sliding her hands lightly along Kira's thighs once again, warm fingers resting there, steady and possessive.  Kira's breath hitched. She tried to push her own hands down to her lap to keep control, but in a moment of distracted panic, her hands grazed Yumeko's, and without meaning to, she grasped both of Yumeko's hands tightly on her thighs. "Oh?" Yumeko's eyes sparkled with amusement as she gently wiggled her fingers inside Kira's grasp. "Caught me, have you?" Her face flushed deeper, and she tried to pull her hands back, but the daredevil held firm, leaning forward just enough to murmur, "Looks like you don't want me to stop." Kira swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak despite the growing heat pooling in her chest. "I'm not caught," she insisted, though her voice trembled faintly. "I'm just making sure you don't do something stupid. I'll only let you stupidly drool on my c@ck like a depraved sl@t if you promise to keep it quiet." "Oh, I can do quiet.. But you? You'll be the one struggling to keep your composure, President." Her lips twitched into a wicked grin, warm breath hitting Kira's bare skin. Before Kira could protest, the dark haired girl's mouth wrapped around the head of her not so little friend again. She nearly gasped, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she held the sound back. The feeling was absolutely mind-blowing.  Her hands instinctively clenched Yumeko's holding on as if for dear life, trying to anchor herself while her body betrayed her with every slow, teasing stroke. A smug smirk teased the edges of Kira's lips despite the haze. "Six minutes in," She muttered under her breath, voice shaking despite her effort to sound smug. "And I'm still not—"  Suddenly, without warning, Yumeko's hands moved in perfect sync with her mouth. Both hands now wrapping around Kira's c@ck, slick and hot, while her lips continued their merciless assault. The dual sensation ripped through Kira like a tidal wave, pure ecstasy exploding in every fiber of her being. Oh no no no no.  Her hips jerked involuntarily, her breath ragged as she fought to keep quiet. "F@ck.." she hissed under her breath, eyes squeezing shut against the overwhelming pleasure. Yumeko was an expert. She knew how to use her hands and her mouth. Knew where to suck, and at what speed to stroke. Kira couldn't deny it anymore, she was about to f@ck@ng blow! She shouldn't have opened her mouth. Yumeko had taken it as a challenge, her smugness and arrogance had caused this. She'd called Yumeko reckless, when she herself was the one walking right into Jabami's traps. This is the second time. All you have to do is keep it together, Kira. Don't let the incredible feeling of Yumeko's tongue slobbering over your—  Goshwowboyoboy—  there it was again. That thing she did with her tongue that short circuited every brain cell in Kira's body. She honestly missed the warmth of Yumeko's soft hands, and now that they were holding something else, she didn't know what to clutch at. Her fingers twitched restlessly as she attempted paying no heed to the wetness enveloping her below.  "Kira, what about the Yumeko Jabami issue? Do you have a verdict for her? That girl's been causing enough trouble this semester," Suki's voice cut sharply through the room, his usual c@cky tone mixed with genuine irritation. Kira's heart skipped, not from the question but from the way Yumeko's mouth tightened around her so suddenly, her hands gripping harder, sending sparks racing through her. "Uh.. yeah," she muttered, voice thick and shaky. "We're discussing it." Mary leaned forward, eyes cold and calculating. "Yumeko's reckless. She's a liability, endangering the schools reputation. We can't let her roam free any longer."  Was this really happening?  The irony.  Speaking about Yumeko while she was underneath the table. God, did this have to happen right now? And of course they all would want her input on it, she was the student council president! Kira could die. No. Then who would replace her? Dori chimed in, playing with a pocket knife in her hand, which Kira didn't mind in the moment. "She likes to play with fire. And sooner or later, she's going to burn the whole place down with her."  "I'm handling her." Kira's eyes flicked down for a brief second, and the daredevil's lips twitched into a smug smile mouth still occupied. "Mmm.. You sure are handling me well, Kira-san." Her tongue lolled out, flicking at the tip of her hardness. Dori raised a brow. "Handling her?" She echoed, flipping the knife casually in her fingers. "That's one way to put it." Kira's jaw clenched. She could feel Yumeko's breath against her skin, the subtle pressure of her presence beneath the table enough to make her knees twitch. And of course, the girl took every mention of her name as a prompt to intensify her actions just to get Kira closer to the edge. And f@ck. It was working.  Mary furrowed her eyebrows. "You keep saying that, but Yumeko's still a problem. She's unpredictable, reckless, she's a wildcard." Beneath the table, the hands around her intensified their speed, mouth and tongue working faster than before. It was enough to make Kira grip the armrests harder. This was a war. A personal one. And right now, Yumeko was winning every d@mn move.  She couldn't let this happen.  She had to win.  Kira forced a nod. "I'll take care of it." She said sharply. Mary raised a brow, but didn't push.  Suki folded his arms, skeptical. "She's not just messing with the games. She's messing with us. You don't think that's a threat?" Well, who's she messing with right now? Who's forced to keep their composure while Jabami's giving them the best head of their life? Not any of you. Kira wish they'd cut her some d@mn slack. Kira was sweating. "She's being watched," she said. "Trust me." Yumeko's soft exhale felt like a laugh against her bare skin. No. Not felt. It was a laugh. "Kira, simple observing isn't going to fix this problem. I say we suspend her." Mary offered coldly, fingers tapping the table like it personally offended her. Suspend her? Kira nearly choked. Suspend this mouth? This miracle? This demon of suction and precision?? That had to be a crime against humanity. Wait. Why was she thinking like that. Yumeko was supposed to be the depraved animal not her. Kira bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, nodding like a composed leader and not a girl seconds from seeing God under the table. Her hips twitched again, breath catching in her throat as Yumeko's hands and mouth worked in perfect, teasing rhythm. Kira clenched the chair arms so hard her knuckles whitened, trying not to betray the chaos bubbling inside her. Focus. Keep it together, President. But every subtle flick of Yumeko's tongue, every slick squeeze, chipped away at her control. "Suki, Mary, Dori-" Kira forced herself to look back up at the table, voice barely steady. "I'm handling the situation." She hoped her words sounded more firm this time and not like a desperate plea for rescue. Suki tilted his head. "You already said that, President."  "I mean it again," Kira snapped, voice sharp enough to cover the wobble threatening to expose her. She cleared her throat, but Yumeko— g@dd@mn her— took it as a signal to move faster. This wasn't a council meeting. This was a torture chamber. Her torture chamber. And she was an idiot who let the devil in.  Mary leaned forward, fingers still tapping the table with irritating precision. "We need to act soon. This isn't just about the games anymore. It's about control. Jabami is a virus." Kira flinched. If only Mary knew where that so-called "virus" was at that exact moment. Spit-shining her cock like it was a sacred relic. "She's being watched," Kira said again. That was all she could offer. Her legs trembled under the table. Her thighs clenched around Yumeko's shoulders, maybe on instinct, maybe out of desperation. But Yumeko of course, took it as encouragement.  Dori leaned back in her chair, eyes half lidded. "You look tense, President. Everything alright?" No. No, it was not. Everything was very much not alright. "I'm perfectly fine," Kira lied, jaw locked. She could feel her release building, boiling over from the sheer relentless precision of Yumeko's mouth, the way her hands moved in tandem, slow practiced. Her insides screamed. Her outsides, by some miracle, still passed as human.  Oh no.  F@ck.  That undeniable feeling of a climax came near, the feeling of heat spreading in her lower abdomen. She had to hold it in. Don't explode. Don't explode. Don't explode. You're a Timurov. You're Kira Timurov, President of the student council at st Dominic's. Bypass it. Ignore the pleasure.  You can't let Yumeko feel the satisfaction of making the student council president c@m undone, and not only that. You can't let her win, not against you. Her eyes flicked up towards the clock, it's been ten minutes. She's been holding out for ten minutes, just.. Two more or so.  Two more minutes.  Kira's breath hitched again. No, no, no. Not now. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, trying to hold back a gasp. The room was spinning a little, and the cold sweat on her forehead made her feel even more ridiculous. Kira's thoughts were a nuclear meltdown of curses and failing pride.  
  God, I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode during a council meeting while they talk about suspending the girl who's literally under this table. I'm not a president. I'm a clown. A Timu-clown. 
 And then, just like that.  The floodgates broke. Her body jerked involuntarily as a hot wave of relief and pleasure spilled through her. Kira came hard, spilling thick streams inside of Yumeko's mouth. The latter eagerly swallowed every single drop, not wasting even a little of the sticky mess. Her mouth was still moving and the vulnerable, desperate moan Kira's been holding in this whole time was threatening to spill out.  
  God, that was ecstatic. 
 But she still lost.  Kira felt the anger bubbling up in her chest, and she gritted her teeth. She f@ck@ng lost to Yumeko Jabami. Hah.. Her body trembled as the last waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away. Kira slammed her fist into the table, startling both Yumeko and the council members. Yumeko looked up with wide, innocent eyes, a small, mischievous smiling tugging at her lips. "Oh? Someone's a little mad," she teased softly. "Meeting adjourned. Everyone out now!" Kira barked, her voice sharper than she intended, but her composure refusing to crack. Suki and Mary exchanged bewildered glances and Dori stopped fiddling with the knife in her hand equally as confused as they were. But none of them dared say anything, only blinked, startled by the sudden command. Chairs scraped back and footsteps shuffled hurriedly out of the room.  As the door clicked shut, Kira let out a long, frustrated breath. Her cheeks burned, and part of her wanted to hide under the table herself. Instead, she just sat stiffly, cheeks still flushed and jaw clenched tight. A faint sound made her look down. Yumeko was innocently crawling out from beneath the table, brushing hair from her face with that same disarmingly mischievous smile. "All clear?" She chirped, voice light as a breeze. Hair was tousled, lips swollen, gloss smudged with a faint sheen on them and cheeks flushed. Her eyes were wide and  shiny like she was high off the thrill which she definitely was.  "You win Yumeko, happy?" Kira murmured voice barely audible but Yumeko heard her clear and precise. Yumeko only smiled wider, that cocky, unapologetic grin full of mischief and something sharp. "Oh, Kira-san," she purred, stepping forward just enough to let the tension coil tighter. "Was it really that good? Did you like giving in to me? The way your body betrayed you, trembling like you wanted more as you fought it." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, heavy with promise and challenge. "You're so d@mn pretty when you're undone... Makes me want to keep pushing you until you don't know who's in charge anymore."  Kira swallowed hard. Her pride seethed, the last thing she wanted was to feel weak, especially after being made to come like that, right in front of everyone. The council. Her authority stripped away in that moment. She had to reclaim it. Had to prove she was still the one holding the reins, still the one who dominated.  "Jabami," Kira hissed, her voice serious and cold. Would she stop dragging it out, already? "Stop f@ck@ng around. I don't have time for more of your ridiculous games. Let's get this over with." She adjusted her uniform shorts, her lower region was peeking out a little from under the table, still flushed from the aftermath. And she couldn't help but glare at Yumeko with a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to reluctant amusement.  Yumeko put her fist gently on the table, then shifted on her knees, swaying her hips just the slightest bit, slow, deliberate, like a cat teasing before a pounce. The movement caught Kira's eye making her pause for a second. With a sly tilt of her head, Yumeko stuck her tongue out just a little, licking her bottom lip before smirking. "I swallowed every single drop, Kira-san."  Kira stood up, shrewd eyes peering at the daredevil's doe like ones which held an undeniable softness in them yet an irrefutable hunger. As soon as the president had leaped up, Yumeko's eyes lowered to the hardness between Kira's legs, the not so little bud out on full display.  "Still excited I see.." She giggled, standing on her feet too, stepping closer, hands behind her back. "So, how are you planning to take me on this table? Doggy style is a classic, but maybe you want to try me on my back, legs wrapped tight around you, so you can feel me clench?" Her voice dropped to a teasing purr as she slowly slipped off the red blazer and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. "Or maybe... you want me bent over, pressing my hands down, showing me exactly who's boss?"  Kira's eyes darkened, a blush spreading over her cheeks despite the fire burning inside her. The few positions Yumeko was suggesting were all very tempting. "Maybe on the edge, with you gripping my hair, pulling me closer," She continued stepping even closer, the heat between them crackling "Or face down, ass up, completely at your mercy.." she bit her lip, watching Kira's reaction like a cat savoring its prey.  Her not so little friend twitched at that, the heat pooling in her lower abdomen becoming undeniably worse. She needed to reclaim her power, her pride and the very last bit of control she had. With sudden force, Kira grabbed Yumeko's wrist, yanking her toward the table. The sharp slap of Yumeko's chest against the wood echoed in the silent room, and she gasped sharply. Kira's hand slid beneath Yumeko's skirt, flipping it up just enough to reveal the red delicate lace panties hugging every curve, soaked and glistening. "Dripping," Kira growled low, her voice thick with need. And here she thought she was the only one who had lost control. The fact that Yumeko had been drenched this entire time, added to her anger. Yumeko let out a soft hum as her president peeled her panties off her, letting them fall at her knees. "You wanted my attention, now take it." With no warning, no preparation and absolutely no signal, a sudden harsh thrust. Kira plunged into Yumeko, forceful but still controlled, not careless in even the smallest amount.  Finally.  A wave of relief washed over her as she felt her tight walls clamping down on her.  A loud, breathy, moan left the daredevil.  "Oh? So rough already? I like it.."  Kira's fingers tangled in the dark, silky locs of Yumeko's long hair tilting her head to the side as she leaned her body flush against her back. She pressed rough, wet kisses against the side of Yumeko's pale, exposed neck. "Dirty little thing," Yumeko whispered, voice breathless but bold. "You made me get on my knees and taste all of you... and I still want more. I want your hands, your body- everything. So do it, f@ck me like you mean it, President Kira-san."  "Tell me something I don't know. You're as soaked as a dripping faucet no one bothered to turn off." A joke. In the middle of s@x. Kira cursed at herself for doing such an awful thing. Yumeko laughed, soft, breathy, utterly amused. Her hips suddenly shifting against Kira's with a slow, teasing grind that sent a fresh jolt straight through both of them. "Oh, you think you're the only one in control here?" She murmured, voice dripping with challenge.  Kira's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire as Yumeko's movements grew bolder, rocking her hips with deliberate, provocative thrusts that matched Kira's rhythm, if not outpaced it. Her hand came down on the daredevil's sculpted ass, the sharp smack echoing in the empty room. Yumeko yelped, then moaned. Kira's hand came down again, firmer this time, the sting painting Yumeko's skin red, but the gleam in her eyes only deepened. "You're enjoying that too much," Kira murmured breath hot against Yumeko's ear. A sly, teasing smile spread across Yumeko's lips, and with a soft, almost feline like purr, she bit her bottom lip. "I like when you remind me who's in charge." She murmured, voice dripping with challenge. Her hips rolled teasingly against Kira's hand, testing her limits, daring her to respond.  "Who said you could move on your own?" Kira snapped, voice sharp as her grip tightened in Yumeko's hair. Her teeth grazed the soft skin of nape, light and teasing. The sudden, rough tug made Yumeko gasp. Kira seized the moment, driving into her harder, each thrust more forceful, relentless. "Is that all you got, Kira-san?" She turned to look over her shoulder, eyes half lidded and lip caught between her teeth.  She grit her teeth.  Oh now, she was asking for it. No. She shouldn't fall for it. The latter was only saying that to mess- f@ck it. "You know, I did think-" Before Yumeko even had the chance to finish her sentence, Kira slammed forward, driving her even deeper in a single, powerful thrust. "Ohhhh," She moaned, giggling breathlessly like some lewd succubus feeding off its prey. Drool glistened at the corner of her mouth, and Kira's hand flew up to wipe it away- Only to catch it on her finger and flick it at Yumeko's cheek. Her tongue lolled out to lick it and Kira swore her arousal was growing by each second. "Did I tell you that you could lick it up?" Kira glared at her, eyebrows knitting together in pure annoyance, the hand on the daredevil's hip tightening its grip. "You're being awfully demanding, Kira. Can't I even catch my own drool with my tongue?" "No, you can't, actually. I'm the one in control. Also, you call that demanding? Just watch what I'm about to make you do next, Jabami." Kira's dark eyes glittered with a challenge as she pressed Yumeko firmly against the table edge, her body flush against Yumeko's back. "Turn around. Now." The feeling of Kira's hardness slipping out of her as she prepared to turn around caused her to whimper. Yumeko's breath hitched for a split second, but the playful smirk never left her lips. She shifted effortlessly, rolling onto her back with a fluid grace that made Kira's breath catch. "You're the president after all," Yumeko said, voice low and confident, "Lead the way." Kira's grin deepened, heart pounding at the boldness in those words. God, Yumeko Jabami. She reached out, pulling Yumeko's legs up and over her shoulders, exposing every delicious curve. She looked up at her with those hungry, half lidded eyes, her gaze not even shifting for a split second like she was already succumbing to the closeness.  They were face to face now.  "This position.. It's certainly intimate, Kira-san. I love it!"  She giggled, breath fanning against Kira's face. "Shut up, you made me lose it in front of the whole council. Now I'm going to make you lose your g@dd@mn mind, Yumeko. You're going to become nothing but a moaning, trembling mess under me."  Kira growled, voice thick with possessive hunger. "Mmm, I love when you're angry-" Her hands gripped Yumeko's thighs firmly, steadying her as she began to move, slow and deliberate at first, then building in tempo, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. Yumeko's back arched instinctively, her hands clutching at Kira's shoulders as a delicious fire ignited between them.  Her breath hitched, soft moans spilling out that quickly turned into ragged gasps. Her ample casabas heaved against Kira's chest. The girl above tried to hold back a moan, but failed miserably as the sound escaped her throat. "That sound was incredible, President. Don't hold it in, let it all out. I want to feel every breath you take, every sound you make as you f@ck me." She teased, smile growing almost as if she was proud of what she'd said. Which, Kira knew was definitely true. Kira's grip tightened on Yumeko's thighs, pulling her closer as the rhythm deepened, harder and faster now, every inch of their skin slick and burning where they pressed together. The slick heat between them pulsed like a live wire, and Kira could feel the desperate tension coiling tighter inside her.  Yumeko's moans grew louder, breathless and ragged, a sweet chorus that spurred Kira onward. Her hands slid from Yumeko's thighs to cup those perfect, soft cheeks, fingers kneading as if marking her claim. Flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the huge council room, the sound bouncing off the walls.  Kira moved quicker, hips snapping as she f@ck@d her at a punishing pace now. Yumeko's moans turned into loud, shaky, and shivery screams as she was jackhammered into, mercilessly. “Ugh! God, Kira! Right there, oh yessss!” Yumeko wanted everyone in the d@mn school to hear this. Kira’s movements grew more urgent, the friction between them sparking a fire that refused to be extinguished. Yumeko’s breath hitched in uneven gasps, her soft moans filling the room like a secret melody meant only for Kira’s ears. Her hands gripped Kira’s shoulders, holding tight as if grounding herself to the moment. “God, Kira..” Yumeko’s voice was thick with pleasure, breath warm against Kira’s skin. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, eyes half lidded with a mix of mischief and surrender. Kira’s lips curled into a possessive smile as she pulled Yumeko closer, the heat between them intensifying. Her heart hammered in her chest as she matched her pace with a steady rhythm, every motion a silent promise that she was wholly present, wholly hers.  Yumeko’s soft whimpers turned to quiet gasps, and she arched into Kira’s touch, hips tilting with every movement. “You’re driving me crazy.” She whispered, voice husky but playful. “Good.” Kira smirked, this was working well. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the sound of their breathing, and the intimate dance they shared.  Minutes passed. Until finally, a shiver coursed through Yumeko. Her hands clenched in Kira’s shirt, nails grazing skin as a soft, breathy cry escaped her lips. “Kira… I’m-“ Kira caught her gaze, eyes dark and fierce, and she whispered, “Me too.”   With one final, slow thrust, their @rg@sms crashed down on them like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming. Yumeko’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Kira’s, surrendering fully as a trembling moan escaped her lips. The sweet sound echoed through the council room, louder than either had expected. Kira felt how Yumeko’s tight walls fluttered against her, causing her to sigh in relief.  “F@ck..”  She nuzzled into Yumeko’s neck, a slight vulnerability breaking through her usual fierce confidence. For a moment, everything was quiet.. Too quiet. Then, from somewhere beneath the table, a loud clatter echoed. They both froze.  Kira peeked over Yumeko’s shoulder to see one of the student council meetings forgotten stacks of paperwork had fallen with a dramatic crash onto the floor. They both turned to each other, laughing softly. “Thought we were about to get caught..” Kira murmured, eyes scanning Yumeko’s face.  “That’s the thrill of it, President-san. The risk of getting caught makes it all the more exciting.” Yumeko whispered back, a mischievous glint lightning up her eyes. Kira’s smirk deepened as she brushed a stray curl from Yumeko’s flushed cheek. “You really do love playing with fire, Jabami.”  Yumeko’s lips curled into a slow, sultry smile. She traced a finger along Kira’s jawline, her voice dropping to a velvet whisper. “Only when the flame burns this hot, and you’re the one holding the match.” Her breath ghosted over Kira’s skin, sending a delicious shiver through her. “Next time, maybe I’ll let you win the bet… but only if you promise to keep up.”  With that, Yumeko’s eyes darkened with playful promise, the heat between them smoldering as their laughter faded into a lingering, tantalizing silence.'
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