“But I HAD to! I was late for class twice already this week, if I miss another one I’ll get detention! Please, just let it go!”
 
Shizune was unsympathetic to Emi’s pleas, and not just because Misha lost all emotion in her translation. She could plainly see the desperation in the shorter girl, but enough was enough. Emi had far too much disregard for the school and its rules, and it was time to teach her a lesson.
 
[Not this time, Miss Ibarazaki! I’ve got work for you to do. Meet me after class, and you can make up for it by assisting the student council.]
 
“But… I have track practice…” Emi pleaded.
 
[Not today, you don’t.] Shizune replied, with a smirk.
 
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Eventually, school ended for the day. Emi tried to sneak away and down to the track, but right away she bumped into the Student Council President – who did not look happy. Shizune held up a notepad reading “Going somewhere?” already written, as if she knew Emi would try and escape. The runner scraped her prosthetic on the ground in a facsimile of shuffling her feet, looking around in confusion for the translator that usually accompanies Shizune everywhere she goes. Shizune, meanwhile, finished scribbling another message on the next page of the notepad and presented it to Emi: “Misha’s off getting more supplies. Come on, we’ve paperwork to do.” She then handed an extra notepad and pen to the smaller girl and forcefully dragged her off to the student council room.  Emi made a small show of protest, but it was no use.
 
Next thing she knew, she was sitting down at a desk, having received a rush explanation of the tedious work that needed to be completed by the end of the day, and then a large stack of papers dropped in front of her.  The work wasn't inherently hard, but it got boring very fast for the girl who’s used to a constantly moving lifestyle. Pretty soon, Emi started fidgeting in her seat and looking for an excuse to slip out. Unfortunately, she caught Shizune’s eye.  Emi quickly blurted out an apology, not realizing its uselessness until the president was upon her. Shizune slammed her hands on Emi’s desk, making her jump, and immediately began scrawling out an angry tirade. “Just WHERE do you think you’re going? You have work to do! Work work work work work!”
 
Finally, Emi realized she wouldn't get off the hook relying on Shizune’s kindness. However, she was not yet resigned to actually going through with all the boring work that she had been given. She simply needed another tactic. Emi put on her cutest face and wrote out a quick reply. “I’m so so sorry… I’m just no good at all this important paperwork stuff. It’s too complex for me. Isn't there something else I can do for you?” Emi sauntered close to Shizune as she read the note suspiciously, unsure of Emi’s plan. The plan became evident soon enough, as she put a hand on Shizune’s thigh, just above her stocking and rubbed softly. Shizune looked up in shock, and stumbled backwards. Emi took advantage of her stunned opponent to write out another message. “It’ll be fun for both of us! Or do you think you can’t handle me?” Emi smirked as she handed it over.
 
Shizune was conflicted. On one hand, she couldn’t let such an insolent student get away with this kind of scheme. However, her natural competitive nature cried out at the implication that there was anything she was unable to do. As unpleasant as it would be to allow Emi to escape without completing her work, she could never live with the shame of admitting that Emi was better at anything. With a look of mock fury, she pushed her way past the still grinning runner to the door, writing something as she moved.
 
She locked the door, and turned around with an even larger grin of her own. She threw her notepad at Emi, and let her think about the message for a second as she unbuttoned her blouse. Emi barely had time to read “You asked for it!” and register what Shizune was doing before getting tackled to the floor.
 
The two girls stared at each other for a few seconds, their faces as close as possible without actually touching.  Shizune was on top, holding Emi down with her hands on her shoulders. Emi’s hands were free, however, to begin exploring the exposed flesh of Shizune’s chest.  Although restrained by her tight black brassiere, Shizune’s breasts were still a stunning sight – especially when thrust so closely in Emi’s face.  As Emi’s delicate fingers danced over Shizune’s mostly bare torso, delighting in the smooth feel of her skin, Shizune began to squirm from initial discomfort.  This movement caused a rippling effect most apparent in her dangling bosom, and it was all Emi could do not to bury her face in such large, soft pillows.  She knew that doing so would mean admitting submission, though, and doing so was as unappealing a prospect to her as it had been to Shizune.  Emi took a chance, harnessing her amazing cuteness, and attempted a stunning move despite her vulnerable position. Moving her hands up past Shizune’s bare shoulders, she lightly brushed a few locks of hair away from the other girl’s eyes, and rested her palms on her soft cheeks. Emi looked deep into the piercing blue eyes, contrasting with her own warm green, and, holding her face steady, leaned up to kiss her.
 
As their lips came together, all distractions fell away. Emi no longer cared about getting to track practice, all her exercise could be done with her new partner. Shizune had no more need to force Emi to do paperwork; this was a far more suitable punishment. They reached these revelations simultaneously, in an instant, and they both immediately embraced the situation. The two girls kissed furiously, all secondary goals disappeared in favor of focusing entirely on seeking pleasure in each other.
 
The competition, however, continued unimpeded. Furthering the success of her gambit, Emi thrust her tongue into Shizune’s mouth. Shizune, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of the act, melted into Emi’s forward assault, and her arms went limp as waves of bliss flowed through her. Emi wrapped her arms around Shizune’s neck and, not breaking the kiss, rolled her over to claim the top position. Upon realizing what she had done, Shizune tried to push Emi back over, but found her arms too weak to break Emi’s now strong grip on her body, and the even stronger lock on her lips.
 
Maintaining her sharp mind, however, Shizune adopted a new tactic- sliding her hands down Emi’s body, massaging her sides and supple bottom before finally reaching her most sensitive areas. One hand pulling her thighs open, she slyly inserted the other into Emi’s panties and began stroking against her bare skin. Emi pulled back for a second, shocked, but immediately grinned, then pushed back down onto her partner to resume furiously kissing her. Shizune adapted quickly to the assault, having fully expected such a reaction, and kissed back just as hard while simultaneously thrusting a finger inside the smaller girl. Although very tight, and clenching down on her due to the position, she was already becoming quite wet, and Shizune was able to slide her middle finger almost all the way inside her, finally forcing Emi to break off and moan loudly. Taking advantage of Emi’s temporary state, Shizune moved upwards into a sitting position, leaving Emi on her lap with a finger still in an optimal location for stimulus and control.  Emi’s arms flew up around her, firmly embracing her back, with one hand on Shizune’s head, and Shizune moved with her, leaning into Emi’s petite body and starting to nibble lightly on her neck.
 
Finally in control, the president began to take her time; toying with her new friend in imaginative ways. First, she slid her thumb over Emi’s love button, goading her to throw her head back and gasp. With the opening provided, Shizune licked her way down Emi’s neck to her chest, and took a single tender nipple into her mouth and sucked hard. She followed this up with another sweep of the thumb, some pressure, and a gentle bite of the nipple finally drove Emi to orgasm. Her entire body shook in Shizune’s firm grasp, and her juices flooded over Shizune’s thrusting fingers. Shizune took pity on the smaller girl, removing her fingers and bringing them to her own lips as Emi slumped over on her shoulder, panting. She grinned at her apparent victory, not noticing until far too late that Emi had already recovered and was preparing a counter-attack.
 
Snapping Shizune out of her basking with a fierce kiss, Emi then utilized her incredible lower body strength to once again push Shizune onto her back and sit atop her. Shizune instinctively started to raise her hands to sign in protest, but Emi was too fast for her. She grabbed the president’s wrists and held them to the ground, then slid up her body to sit on the blue-haired girl’s face. It didn’t take much for Shizune to take the hint of what Emi wanted her to do, but it took some grinding before she finally complied, reaching up with her tongue to take a direct taste of Emi’s slit.  Emi moaned once more, enjoying the feeling, but this time she was in control of herself. Nothing that Shizune could do would distract her from achieving total victory. She pushed down more on Shizune’s mouth, asserting her dominance and forcing her tongue inside her. The president, however reluctant, accepted her new role and sucked feverishly on every inch she could get to, wanting to do the best job possible to appease her new mistress. Emi continued rocking back and forth for a minute or so, satisfied in her control, then decided it was time to finish the job. Swiftly spinning around, only removing her crotch from Shizune’s face for a second, she lay down on top of her in a more fair position. She wasted no time pulling off the silk lace panties and parting her legs before leaning down and taking a taste for herself. The pleasure of finally being stimulated down there drove Shizune to lick even faster, which in turn excited Emi to dive in with more vigor. This chain reaction did not take long to reach the inevitable climax, with both girls clutching each other tightly as they shuddered violently in orgasm. Emi finally rolled over, and they both lay there catching their breath for a few seconds.
 
Ever the athlete, Emi was the first up, and she kindly extended a hand to Shizune as she gasped on the floor. As she helped the president up, she pulled her into a soft, warm kiss, and then broke off to wander around the room searching for her missing shorts. Shizune took a couple seconds to get back into her right mind, then joined her in the search for her clothing, most of which having been thrown off with abandon.  Fortunately, the room was mostly open, and it didn’t take long for both girls to be fully clothed once more.  Emi started to head out of the room immediately, but found Shizune grabbed her by the shoulder just before she could and handed her one more hastily written note. “Not a single word of this, okay? IT NEVER HAPPENED!”
 
Emi simply grinned as she read it, then wrote a quick reply and handed it, folded, to the president before slipping past her and running off down the hall. Shizune almost tried to go after her, but knew the futility. She walked back to her desk, still catching her breath, and finally opened the note. She didn’t know whether to be angry or excited as she read, “Just until next time~”.