The next day. Chiba Prefectural Sobu High School.
Gentle sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, casting warm patches on the floor.
But the ordinary bustle clashed with Yui Yuigahama's state of mind.
She lay slumped at her desk, her pretty orange-pink hair limp and lifeless.
Since yesterday afternoon, Yukino had been acting strange. She'd stopped going to the Service Club after school. Instead, a black luxury sedan with an unfamiliar emblem had picked her up.
This morning, Yukino had arrived in the same car.
Her expression was the same as always, cold and unapproachable. But Yui felt something underneath. A deep, hidden exhaustion.
Yukinon...
She knew about Yukino's family background. She'd heard vague rumors that Yukino's sister Haruno was working with some extremely powerful figure.
Maybe the car was sent by that person?
In Yui's mind, Yukino was perfect. Strong. Untouchable. An ice princess from a fairy tale who could solve any problem through sheer willpower and intelligence.
Business dealings between powerful families were probably just routine for someone like her, right?
Thinking that, Yui's anxiety eased slightly.
...
At that moment, Seiji Fujiwara's sedan was pulling up to Sobu High.
Through the tinted windows, he watched the uniformed students streaming past and his lips curved.
"A cute little hunting ground."
His secretary had already arranged everything under the guise of "Fujiwara Foundation Educational Division Inspection." The principal had practically dropped the phone.
...
The final morning class ended. Lunch bell.
Yui grabbed her homemade bento and headed to find Yukino. Their daily ritual. The highlight of her day.
But when she reached the Service Club room, Yukino was staring out the window, lost in thought.
"Yukinon?" Yui tried.
Yukino flinched. A flash of panic, then deeper ice. "Yuigahama-san. Did you need something?" Colder than usual.
"Um... lunch..." Yui held up her bento.
Yukino paused. "I'm sorry, I have an appointment during lunch. The principal asked me to come to the administration building."
Just then, the door opened. Iroha Isshiki poked her head in. "Yukinoshita-senpai, the principal sent me. Fujiwara-sensei's motorcade is downstairs."
Fujiwara-sensei? Motorcade?
Yui stared at Yukino. Yukino's face went a shade paler.
She nodded, said nothing, and walked out.
Worry and curiosity drove Yui to follow.
She trailed at a distance. Saw Yukino enter the administration building. When Yui reached the entrance, the sight stopped her dead.
Three black sedans. A silver angel hood ornament. The principal stood by the door like a servant, flanked by every mid-level administrator.
A young man in a suit stepped out. Tall. Handsome beyond reason.
"Fujiwara-sensei..." The principal oozed deference. "Welcome! What an honor!"
Seiji didn't even look at him. His gaze found Yukino, and he casually draped his arm around her shoulders.
Yukino went stiff. One second. Then she relaxed. No struggle. No protest.
Yui's mind went blank.
"Maybe it's an upper-class custom..." she told herself. "Like cheek kisses! This is normal!"
Her heart hammered anyway.
Seiji dismissed the administrators, then walked Yukino straight to the Service Club building.
Yui sprinted down an alternate route, hid at the stairwell.
She watched Seiji pull a key from his pocket and unlock the Service Club door. Yukino walked in. He followed. The door shut.
Click.
Locked.
Lunch break. Empty room. Man and woman. Locked door.
I have to see.
Yui crept to the door. Eased it open a crack.
Everything looked normal. The long table. The chairs. Sunlight on the floor. Silent.
Maybe I was overthinking...
Then Yukino entered her field of vision. Standing with her back to the door, beside the table.
And under Yui's gaze, Yukino slowly unfastened her navy pleated skirt.
It dropped to the floor.
White shirt. Black over-the-knee socks. The round curve of her ass exposed.
Yui's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Seiji emerged from a blind spot. Walked behind Yukino. Squeezed her ass.
Yukino stiffened. Didn't resist.
"You know what to do, right?"
Yukino bent forward silently, hands bracing on the table edge. Hips raised high. Presenting herself completely.
Yui wanted to scream. To burst in. To grab Yukino and run.
Her feet were nailed to the floor.
Seiji unzipped his pants. His cock sprung free, already hard.
He didn't say anything. Just pushed her panties to the side and lined himself up against her pussy.
One thrust. Fully buried.
Yukino's mouth fell open. A small, broken sound.
Yui's hand clamped over her own mouth, pressing hard.
He started fucking her immediately. No warm-up. Hands on her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room. The table legs squeaked across the floor. Yukino's white shirt rode up her back. Her ponytail swayed.
"Whose pussy is this."
She didn't answer. Her cheek was pressed flat to the table now, lips parted, eyes glassy.
Seiji grabbed her hair and yanked her head up.
"Whose."
"Y-yours..."
"Louder."
"Yours, Fujiwara-sama."
He turned her face toward the door. Toward where Yui was hiding behind it.
Yui's whole body locked.
But Seiji didn't look at the door. His eyes never left Yukino.
"Show me that composed face while I fuck you, Yukino. The same face you wear in class. Show it to me."
And Yukino did. Her expression smoothed out, even as her body kept getting slammed forward into the table edge. The flat cold mask of the Yukinoshita heir, while her ass took every thrust of his cock.
Yui pressed her palm harder over her mouth.
That was Yukinon. That was her Yukinon. Composed. Pristine. Cold. Getting fucked from behind in the Service Club room and not letting it touch her face.
Seiji's pace got rougher. The table moved an inch with each thrust. Yukino's lower half started trembling.
"You're going to come like this. With your perfect face on. Show me how a Yukinoshita comes."
She tried to fight it. Her jaw clenched. Her fingers went white-knuckled on the table edge.
It didn't help.
Yukino came on his cock. Her pussy clenched down hard around him. Her thighs shook. A strangled, drawn-out sound caught in her throat.
But her face stayed composed. Eyes half-lidded. Lips slightly parted. The expression of someone reading a difficult book.
Tears spilled down Yui's face.
Seiji fucked her through it. Three more brutal thrusts. Then he buried himself deep and groaned.
He came inside her. His back tensed under his shirt. Yukino's pale hand gripped the table edge, knuckles going white as he emptied into her.
When he pulled out, cum dripped out of Yukino's pussy, thick and white, running down her inner thigh into her black sock.
She didn't move. Still bent over. Still presenting.
Seiji tucked himself back in. Walked around to her front. Tilted her chin up with two fingers.
And through the crack, Yui finally saw Yukino's expression.
Nothing.
No humiliation. No anger. No fear. The same cold composure.
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