Hobby Modification App; Episode 12, Day 5 : Reika Ichijouin 1

　―How rude of him, I thought.

[You're the student council president, and you bully the weak?]

　―He didn't even know anything about me.

[It's wonderful for you to push a crying student to the edge. 一Ichijouin! You're very cruel to the people below you!]

　―It was frustrating, so frustrating, I couldn't stand it.

　It started as nothing. The usual war with a rival faction.

　It's called war, but it's nothing more than a child's quarrel.

　But war is war. I couldn't afford to lose.

　My worst day started when I cornered a second-year girl in the courtyard who was trying to dishonor a child of my faction.

　On the surface, no one would dare to stand against the Ichijouin, but whenever there was an opening, the children around me would try to drive my people away.

    This second-year girl had been spreading unsolicited rumors about a girl in my faction in a way that would go unnoticed.

　That is why I publicly executed her.

　I condemned a coward who was only working from behind the scenes in a manner that was invisible to everyone around her.

　To be honest.

　I am sure I excessively sanctioned the crying and apologizing child because of my elevated spirit.

　―Justice is on our side, I thought.

　No doubt about that.

　But I didn't expect others to take advantage of that.

　Until now, no one has ever criticized me directly, even though they may have harassed my faction in a way that I could not see.

　It was the first time. The first time my arrogance was pointed out to me.

　I lost my temper. I remember that my blood was rushing to my head.

　I was talking back and forth, and words of abuse were pouring out of my mouth like water.

　The war, which should have been overwhelmingly in my favor, turned out to be a 50-50 war, or rather, a war in which I found myself at a disadvantage before I knew it.

　He was using the crying girl to denounce me, and I could see that everyone around me was sympathizing with him.

　―This is ridiculous!  It's not my fault!  It's that girl who's at fault!  

　I tried my best to convey this to the people around me, but those around me are not understanding me.

　In frustration and vexation, I became more and more extreme in my words.

　The argument continued until the teacher stopped it.

　―When I went home, I was still angry.

　I was still pounding the pillows on the bed and hurling abusive words at him as if my gut was boiling.

　The man's face has been in my mind ever since the daytime incident.

　I wanted to punish him somehow.

    It might be possible by using the power of the Ichijouin family, but I had a feeling that the outcome of the argument at that time would be in the form of defeat.

　The arrogant daughter of the Ichijouin family.

　I would be forced to admit the abomination that he had spread there.

　It was unbearable.

　I desperately try to find a way to punish him with my own hands.

　I search for his weak points based on the information I have gathered since the incident during the day.

　This led me to a certain club.

　―The broadcasting club?

　It was one of the clubs that did not have a good track record.

    I firmly remember that I giggled at the thought of it.

　For a long time, there has been a concern about the treatment of inactive clubs.

　Those club activities that had been allowed only because we did not want to be the bad guys actively.

　It would be easy to destroy them.

　...I wonder what he will look like when I tell him I will destroy the broadcasting club?

　―The moment I thought that. I felt a thrill of pleasure that shook my whole body.

　The thought of him asking me for forgiveness made my body tremble with dark joy.

　I found myself masturbating, something I had rarely done before.

　A thrill of pleasure surges through my body, imagining him surrendering to me.

　As if to affirm it, I comforted my breasts and vagina.

　That day, I learned the concept of climax for the first time.

　My eyes flicker, and my whole body is enveloped in a floating sensation.

　I think it's a shameful thing to do.

　But it can't be helped. I have no choice.

　Because... I can't stop fantasizing in my head about him pathetically surrendering to me.

　―He cries pitifully and clings to me, begging for my forgiveness.

　―He cries pitifully and kneels down, begging for my forgiveness.

　―He cries pitifully and miserably, gets down on the ground while doing dogeza, begging for my forgiveness.
(Dogeza (土下座), kneeling directly on the ground and bowing to prostrate oneself while touching one's head to the floor. It is used to show deference to a person of higher status, as a deep apology from said person.)

　Just imagining this, an irresistible pleasure drives my shallow act.

　After two or three climaxes, I realized.

　―This is something I can't control.

　―Because he is the bad guy♡ There is nothing wrong with defeating the bad guy♡.

　The pleasure accelerates.

　Every time he surrenders, my lower abdomen goes numb.

　Every time he surrenders, pleasure runs through my spine.

　Every time he surrenders, my whole body is enveloped in a floating sensation.

　All I can think about is him.

　All I want is to bring him to his knees.

　I comfort myself with these fantasies.

　This continued until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

　―The next day, I went to his house, which I had researched beforehand, and when I saw him, I was convinced.

　I would definitely bring him to his knees with my own hand.

　I met with him to see if he really meant what he did yesterday, maybe he did something stupid only in a moment of anger, and it turned out that it was not.

　

    一He is not afraid of me at all.

　Just the thought of him kneeling before me and begging my forgiveness一

　一I twist with pleasure.

　In secret, I proceeded to abolish the broadcasting club.

　Along with this, I masturbated every day.

　When he talks to me, I act as if there is nothing is amiss.

　Everything is just for "the perfect moment".

　Looking at his backside, who knows nothing about it, I felt my body tremble with pleasure.

　―And today, "that moment" has come.

　Finally, the day has come when all the preparations will come to fruition.

　To him, in high spirits, I said.

    "The broadcasting club will be discontinued as of this month."

　I told him in a loud voice.

　He looked surprised.

　Just thinking about what will happen after this makes my brain almost boil.

　Just imagining him crying to me, I can feel the heat in my lower abdomen.

　Just a little more, just a little more...

　I carefully cut his arguments down. All of this is what I had in mind beforehand.

　The level of preparation is different. No longer do I make the same blunders that I did when we first met.

　―Come on, do it!

　Heat builds up in the lower half of my body.

　―You will shamelessly beg my forgiveness.  

　My brain is distorted with pleasure at the thought.

　Hurry. Hurry. Hurry!

　But then he said...

[...I see. It is natural if you put it that way. Ichijouin is right, I guess we have no choice but to close the club.]

　He simply admitted that the broadcasting club was abolished as if it couldn't be helped.

　

    ...I don't know how to describe how I felt at that moment.

　It is not discouragement.

　It is a feeling of helplessness and depression.

　All that was left was the heat that had been building up in my body with nowhere else to go.

　―So, I didn't expect it.

　The moment I allowed him to approach me and his fingers entered my mouth, I was ―debauched.

　His fingers stirred the heat that had been building up in my body.

　―I can't describe it.

　―There's no way to describe it.

　It is difficult to describe it as delicious.

　It just doesn't taste bad.

　A sense of satisfaction spreads through my mouth that I can finally have all the ingredients I've been missing in my life.

　Every time I lick his fingers...

　Every time I run my tongue over his fingers.

　―Supreme taste

　My vision became distorted, and my body shuddered, then I suddenly realized what was happening and pushed him out of my way.

　In the student council room where he has disappeared, I think desperately while holding my mouth with my hand.

　...There is some kind of mistake!!!

    *    *    *

"―No, not like this. Nnm, This isn't right!"

    On the bed, I suck my own fingers, lost in thought.

　I can picture his taste. It never tastes like this.

　Slurp- suck- suck

　I suck my fingers so hard, but they don't taste like that at all.

　Not like this. It never tastes like this.

　This isn't what it tasted like back then, that brain-piercing, supreme taste.

　I used to imagine him succumbing to me, but that has changed.

　I think with my feverish mind.

　This is what I can do with his fingers. What if I do something that allows me to taste him more, like kissing him?

　Kissing him. My lower abdomen heats up rapidly at the thought of it.

　A numbness comes over my chest that I don't understand.

"Nnmmh♡♡"

　A sweet numbness and a craving that I don't understand.

　...What is this? This is?

　The kind of pleasure that you can never get just by imagining his pathetic figure takes over my brain.

　

　I have never kissed anyone.

　But the thought of doing it with that guy makes my body heat up.

　No, it was more than heat up. A fire erupted from the core of my body.

　―This is not good. I can't imagine something like this...

　Even though I think so, my burning body seeks his lips.

　I imagine the taste that I would feel when he kisses me, a taste even better than when I lick his fingers.

"Nng....♡"

　I bite my finger in my mouth, biting it painfully.

　The tingling in my chest is getting worse and worse.

　The more I imagine kissing him, the more I felt sad emotions that I don't understand.

　...What is this sadness?

　...No! I can't go any further than this, no more!

　Even though I think so, the hand between my legs doesn't stop playing with my sensitive spot.

　The thought of kissing him makes my body more and more aroused.

　...Ugh, I'll imagine him giving in to me!  

　I try desperately to change my fantasy, but it never changes.

　The amount of pleasure I get is different from when I imagine him submitting to me.

　When I was imagining him submitting to me, I only got pleasure from seeing him. That was all.

　The pleasure I feel now, the more I ask for, the more I get.

　There is no ceiling. It goes on and on, rising to the sky.

　Every time I move my tongue, my cerebral spinal cord goes numb.

　Every time I want him, my thumping heart produces an endless stream of sweet numbness.

　...I'll pretend I don't know anything about this!

　With a furrowed brow, I desperately endure the pleasure.

　I endure it, but I still want it.

　The sweet numbness of my heart is seeking him.

　As if driven by my heart, I dutifully intertwine my tongue with my finger stuck in my mouth.

.

　...What is this heart-satisfying sensation?

　This sensation happens every time I lick my finger.

　This finger is no longer mine.

　My feverish head recognizes that it belongs to him.

    "Slurp♡...churpp♡"

　I suck my fingers desperately, trying to cover all the surfaces of my fingers with saliva.

　Please give me more and more...

　That's all I can think about.

　I don't care anymore about the sight of him giving in.

　All I can picture is the taste of his fingers on me today.

　Imagining it, I fantasize about kissing him.

"Slurpp♡...lick-lick♡"

　Slurping my finger makes the marrow of my brain melt.

　I am so euphoric that I don't even know where I am.

　I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

　He is right in front of me. And he kisses me right now.

　I desperately try to twirl my tongue with his.

"Jyurupp♡♡"

　From the moment I saw him in front of me, the tingle in my chest turned into a throb before I knew it.

　Arrows of happiness are falling to every part of my body.

　...Something like this... if it's like this, I'm too happy♡♡

　I felt a sensation of being turned inside out behind my eyes and a floating sensation in my body.

　Instantly, I lost control of my body, and my jaw sprang up.

"Nnnmmghh...♡♡♡"

　I bite my fingers so hard that I fear I will leave teeth marks on them.

　The pain from my finger is mixed with pleasure, and I am confused.

　I desperately run my tongue over the fingers, even though I do not understand what is happening.

"Haa.....haaa"

　Breathing heavily, I feel an intense regret building up in my chest.

　―What kind of delusion I am under...! 

　Unintentionally, I threw the pillow onto the bed.

"... This can't be happening! "

　I said, biting my fingers hard.

　But the harder I bite, the more I realize.

　Something is definitely forming inside of me, something that will not disappear even with the pain of biting my finger.

　It was all his fault.

"――Keisuke Sato, I will never forgive you..."

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