"I'm disappointed, President. I never imagined the eldest daughter of the Argent Duchal Family... could be such a filthy pervert..."
Melissa collapsed to the floor, her face etched with despair. Her affiliation lay with the Cobalt Kingdom, renowned for its pursuit of purity and chastity, and specifically with the prestigious Argent Duchal Family.
If the video in Nella's hand were to become public, Melissa would face scorn from nobles and commoners alike, and be abandoned by her family.
She would lose her title as Duchess and be stripped of all the privileges she had enjoyed. She might be forced into a convent or sold as a wife to a low-grade noble. In the worst-case scenario, her life would be utterly ruined, reduced to becoming a street prostitute.
"Ah, no...!"
Melissa, who had collapsed to the ground, steadied herself on her trembling knees and rose, reaching out to Nella as she approached. The faint stirrings of Mana could be felt emanating from her body.
I must seize that crystal orb before the worst happens.
Even in her panic, Melissa managed to make the best decision and act on it. That much deserved praise.
But...
"Hmm. Trying to take this from me, President? Do you really think I'd only have one?"
"Ah..."
Melissa froze in her tracks.
"There's more than one Recording Orb. You didn't think I'd be foolish enough to come unprepared, did you? And even if you kill me, you won't be able to stop the orbs from spreading. I've made all the necessary preparations."
"W-what preparations...?"
"Why would I tell the President about this? Use some common sense. What's above your neck isn't just for show, is it?"
Melissa sank back into her seat, her pale face trembling pitifully. Despite her strong appearance and demeanor, her mental fortitude was surprisingly fragile, like a hothouse flower.
"But... how dare you try to take this from me? I was just going to give you a light scare today... but that won't do. Both of you, strip."
"Strip...?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Take off all your clothes and kneel naked before me. Everything, including your socks and shoes. If either of you doesn't want to, say so now. I won't force you or leak anything over this. But if you stay, then do it properly. Senior, even though you're a foreign noble, don't make me repeat myself."
I lowered my head, watching Melissa tremble faintly in despair. In a grave tone, I asked Nella, "Do I have to strip too?"
"It's collective responsibility. You two are lovers who were caught embracing and kissing naked in the dormitory lounge, right? Now, if you're willing, hurry up and strip, then kneel."
Silence hung in the air. Nella and I kept our eyes fixed on Melissa. This entire situation was designed to strip away her composure.
"...Fine. I'll play along. But can you spare the President?"
"Absolutely not," Nella said firmly, shaking her head. Her neat, dark green bob swayed.
"You've known the President for so long. If you want me to lick your feet, I'll lick them. If you want me to bow my head, I'll bow it. Can't you spare her for that?"
"I told you, I can't. I've known the President for a long time, but... I've never liked her. Quite the opposite, actually. She acts so needlessly kind despite having everything. Do you know what the students say about her behind her back? They call her 'that bitch who became President thanks to her family's prestige.' Well, they're not exactly wrong."
Melissa's body flinched. Nella's words, dripping with hostility and contempt, relentlessly assaulted Melissa's mind.
She must be feeling utterly betrayed right now.
"But you're the Student Council Accountant."
"I only became the Accountant for the grades, not because I liked the Student Council."
Nella, who had been answering my questions readily, suddenly scowled.
"...Ugh, seriously! Stop asking pointless questions. If you're not going to strip, fine. I'll end it here and leave!"
Nella stood up. Feigning surprise, I urgently said to her, "Alright! We'll do as you say! Just sit back down!"
"...Hmph. This is the only time. Since you both agreed to this, quickly kneel before me, naked."
Swish, swish, swish.
I deliberately made the sound of my uniform rustling as I began to strip. I felt no shame in being naked. I was the kind of man who could stroll through the city stark naked. Besides, I had already rolled around naked with Nella countless times.
"Oh, Senior, you really do have the physique of someone from the Swordsmanship Department."
"..."
"But why isn't the President undressing? Do you think my words are meaningless?" Nella shot a sharp glare at Melissa.
"...Uh..."
Melissa flinched, hesitating.
"...Oh, is Senior here? Why are you being so cautious when you were just embracing her naked? Are you trying to deceive me?!" Nella's voice rose sharply, causing Melissa to shake her head.
"No, no. I'll do it..."
With trembling hands, Melissa slowly began to undress, layer by layer. By the time she unbuttoned her blouse, she had even kicked off her shoes, leaving her completely naked.
"Heh... Senior's cock is huge, isn't it? The President must love getting fucked by something like that. Stand there for a moment. I want to see both of you kneel together."
"...Hmph."
I let out a frustrated sound. Of course I was here. My gaze remained fixed on Melissa as she undressed.
Melissa took off her blouse, then her bra, revealing her breasts. They swayed as she moved, so large that even from behind, a portion of them was visible.
I felt my cock stiffen. This was a different kind of arousal.
"Wow... I knew the President's breasts were big, but I never imagined they'd be this impressive. They're something else when she takes them off, aren't they? I bet all the male students are dying to suck on Senior's tits."
"Hngh..."
"Are you going to cry? After acting so tough... President, don't cry. It's annoying."
Instead of removing her skirt, Melissa took off her shoes and socks. She seemed shy about removing her skirt and panties.
"Take off your skirt and panties standing up. If you're going to continue, do it properly."
"...Alright."
"Hmm. I don't like the informal language. I'm using formal speech, so you should too. When addressing me, use the honorific '-nim'. Got it?"
"...Yes, I understand," I replied, my gaze fixed on Melissa as she stood up. I desperately wanted to grab and squeeze those swaying breasts with both hands.
Thud.
Melissa's skirt fell to the floor.
"Oh my, for the eldest daughter of the Duke's House, your panties are quite plain, aren't they?"
"..."
Melissa hesitated for a moment, then pulled down her panties. From my angle, all I could see was her round, shapely ass.
"Hmm. Let's compare how different a commoner's pussy is from a duchess's."
Nella, seated on the chair, lifted one leg and swiftly pulled down her sky-blue panties, tossing them to the floor before standing up. She brazenly displayed her dark green pubic hair and vivid crimson pussy without any attempt at concealment.
"President, your pubic hair looks so refined. President, spread your legs a little."
"..."
"Haa."
Frustrated by Melissa's silence, Nella sighed irritably and stepped closer.
"President, spread them a little more."
"...Hngh..."
A single tear slid down Melissa's cheek. She finally began to spread her legs, just as Nella had asked.
I watched the exchange with my mouth slightly open. I hadn't expected Nella to press Melissa so hard with words alone.
Has she been bottling up anger? ...No, considering Melissa's personality, she shouldn't have been stressed by the Student Council. This bitch is just a bitch.
I noticed a faint smirk tugging at the corner of Nella's lips. She was clearly enjoying the situation.
"President, use your words. If this is too much, say so."
"...No, I can do it..."
"If you don't want me to keep guiding you, answer properly from now on."
"...Yes."
Melissa spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Nella knelt down, her face inches from Melissa's pussy.
"It's lighter in color than mine... and the shape is prettier too. I guess nobles really are different, huh?"
Nella lightly brushed her fingertips along Melissa's inner thigh before settling back into her chair. She casually crossed her legs, revealing a glimpse of her own pussy between her thighs.
"What are you two doing? Come over here and kneel."
I followed Nella's instructions, moving forward and kneeling before her. But Nella frowned, clearly displeased.
"Didn't I tell you both to kneel at the same time? The President isn't even close yet, Senior. Do it again."
I stood up. Nella smirked at my stiffly erect cock.
Thud, thud.
Melissa stood beside me. I glanced at her body. Even after seeing it again, her large breasts and flawless figure made me swallow hard.
I slowly knelt first, and Melissa followed suit, mirroring my movement.
Nella trembled, seemingly reveling in the sight of us kneeling before her.
"Ah... to see a noble senior and the President kneeling naked before me... It's truly exhilarating. So much so that I'm getting wet down there."
Nella spread her crossed legs, revealing a hint of moisture on her vivid pink pussy beneath her skirt.
"Have sex."
"Huh?" I stammered, taken aback.
"I said, have sex. You've already done it, haven't you? If you both want to, show me how nobles fuck. I'm curious to see how refined your lovemaking is."
"...Lady Nella, we've never had sex."
"Are you mocking me? Do you expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth! Why would we lie about something like this?"
"...President, tell me. Have you really never had sex? Are you still a virgin?"
Melissa bit Nella's lip lightly before answering.
"Yes. I'm a virgin."
"Hmph. How am I supposed to believe that just from your words, President? If you're willing, lie down and spread your legs. Let me verify it myself."
"What?"
"If you don't want to, say so. But if you're willing, lie down."
Nella guided Melissa backward with a hand on her shoulder. I reached out to protect the back of Melissa's head as she lowered herself.
"Spread your legs," Nella said in a cold tone.
"...Hk."
Melissa squeezed her eyes shut and obeyed, opening her legs on her own. Her movements were quicker than before, indicating she had decided to see it through.
"Tsk. Spread them wider! ...Ah, right. Senior, get on top of the President and let her choose whether she wants your cock or your balls."
"Huh?"
"Don't question me, just do it. Ask her properly."
I pretended to hesitate before getting up and approaching Melissa. Her head was nestled between my legs, her cheeks flushed red. From her position, she would have a clear view of my cock, balls, and anus.
"Hurry up!"
"...Yujin. It's alright, sit down."
"I'm sorry, President."
I feigned reluctance as I slowly squatted down over Melissa's head.
Nella glared at me, her expression incredulous. Probably because I was grinning wickedly.
The sensation of Melissa's sharp nose pressing against my anus mingled with the feel of her soft lips on my balls.
"President! Suck! It's your lover's balls, so suck them with all your heart!"
Melissa opened her mouth and began sucking on my balls. It felt good, but her cautious approach left me unsatisfied. I glanced at Nella.
Nella clicked her tongue and leaned forward.
"If you're going to do it, do it properly."
Melissa's sucking became more aggressive. She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed.
"Senior, why don't you massage the President's breasts?"
"...Yes."
A beat later, I reached out and touched her breasts, still pretending restraint.
My hands kneaded Melissa's breasts like liquid slime, squeezing them as if trying to burst them, and tugging her nipples upward.
"Now, let's check the President's pussy."
Nella rested her hands on Melissa's thighs and, after a brief pause for any objection, lowered her face to her crotch.
"Oh my, President. Your pussy's wet. Is Senior's balls really that delicious?"
Hoo.
Melissa's body twitched as Nella exhaled against her pussy.
Nella used her index fingers to part Melissa's folds just enough to inspect her entrance.
"So you really were telling the truth. The President really was a virgin. I'll commend you for not lying to me."
Nella began touching Melissa's pussy.