—Regarding the student union elections, we have almost finished the preparations. My colleagues should not worry. All that is missing is the first-year students…
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—Therefore, I believe it is necessary to take proactive measures. If we do not, it is possible…
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—I have finished my speech, Mr. President, what do you think?
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—President?
—Ah, um…
Natsukawa Kanade finally reacted and realized that he was holding a normal morning meeting with all the members of the student union.
—I'm sorry, Shinomiya, I was a little distracted.
He rubbed his temples, looking somewhat tired.
—As for acting… I still don't believe it's necessary. As a second-year student, I must remain calm and composed with my peers. Besides, I personally believe that my skills are not inferior to theirs.
—We all have limited energy. There is no need to worry about trivialities like this all the time. I know what is happening.
—This matter is resolved. It is not necessary to mention it again in future meetings. All other matters will be handled according to the original regulations. If there are any changes, please send me a message. That is all. Meeting adjourned for today.
After arranging all the matters, Natsukawa Kanade apologized slightly to everyone in the student union.
—I'm sorry, I may not be feeling well. I need to rest for a while. I apologize for now.
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No one spoke; they only looked at each other and then watched the president leave.
—President…
Kaguya Shinomiya murmured softly, her eyes full of concern.
Leaving the student council room, Natsukawa Kanade yawned as he walked toward the health room.
Due to what happened at the bookstore, he has been suffering from insomnia for several days. The heavy burden on his heart makes it difficult for him to breathe.
The conflict with the angel was already a headache for him, and then he let himself go and did something like that…
He is fine when he is focused, but once he starts to feel sleepy or inactive, the scenes from that day keep repeating in his mind, even in his dreams.
One of life's three greatest illusions: that she likes me.
He made that mistake, wrongly thinking that the girl who approached him so actively liked him, which led to him being harshly rejected again.
This is his sixth consecutive defeat. A remarkable achievement, he thought with self-deprecation.
Whether it's the heroine or a passerby, it turns out that no matter what kind of girl she is, she won't like someone like him.
Maybe they have some feelings for him, but that's not love. Just something "acceptable" between friends… Well, maybe there is also a little respect for the capable person.
As student council president, everyone trusted and liked him. Now he understood perfectly.
But the price was enormous shame and a few days of crazy insomnia.
That's why he wanted to come to the infirmary to catch up on some sleep.
—Excuse me, is anyone there?
He knocked gently on the door and found that no one answered, so Natsukawa Kanade pushed the door open and entered.
Students arrived late and teachers, naturally, wouldn't appear so early, so the health room was empty at that time.
He looked at the time: there were about 40 minutes left for the first period of individual study. Including that class, which he could skip, he could sleep for almost two hours under ideal circumstances.
Lucky.
Perhaps the total time wasn't very long, but it would still be useful to replenish some energy, especially to give his eyes a chance to rest. He had to sleep.
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zzz…
A warm, soft, and boundless softness surrounded Kanade.
Large groups of white, plump, and full balls pressed toward him, accompanied by an indescribable soft touch.
Marshmallow? Clouds floating in the sky? He hadn't tried it, but what he could say for sure was that it felt incredible to the touch—a warm and sticky sensation, like being among the clouds.
—Eh…
He opened his eyes slightly and all he saw was a complete black void.
Breathing was difficult, as if the entrance to the nasal cavity was blocked by something. He could only take in oxygen through his mouth, but the next moment he was captured by a rough touch.
—Ouch!
With a cry, Kanade finally became a little more sober.
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Pulling his head out of the strange valley, he fell into deep thought as he looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him, with a flushed face and an awkward posture.
—Could it be that the way I woke up was wrong?
So he lay down again and prepared to wake up once more.
—Oh, president, please, get up quickly. Now that you're awake, stop pretending to sleep.
The girl covered her chest with one hand and with the other pulled out a piece of foxtail grass from somewhere, scratching the tip of his nose from side to side.
Finally, he couldn't help but sneeze and opened his eyes completely.
—Secretary Fujiwara… what are you doing here?
If he had to say what kind of person he didn't want to run into at that moment, it would be the playful Miss Fujiwara.
Hate, annoyance? No. Most commonly, he sometimes disliked her silly and cute appearance.
But he wasn't in the mood to play with her, and his physical condition didn't allow it.
—I'm here to arrest the president.
Fujiwara Chika reached out, touched his face, and a smug smile appeared on hers.
—Ah, they caught me…
—I won't go back like this. There is still a punishment to fulfill, president.
Fujiwara shook her head, then laughed and placed Kanade's head on her lap.
The beautiful girl's knee pillow was activated.
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Are you sure this isn't a reward, but a punishment?
But when facing the "Earth's Cancer," whose thoughts he cannot guess at all, if she says it is a "punishment," then it might be true.
It didn't matter. No matter what she did next, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
—First, let's go to the Q&A session! First question! Do all boys like using knees as pillows?
While she spoke, Fujiwara extended her sinful hands toward Kanade's head.
—At least I don't reject it.
Kanade's brows gradually relaxed.
If you are violated by a woman you love, don't resist, accept it positively: it is exactly the same as his current situation, but the target is Fujiwara Chika.
At first he thought they were going to play a prank on him, and he was mentally prepared, but it turned out to be a massage. Could this really be considered a punishment?
—So, how does it feel to be at the mercy of others, guinea pig, president? It's the first time I've done this to someone.
—Please don't add those weird prefixes to my name.
Giving people titles can make them feel embarrassed, especially when the title is completely controlled by others and you can't even move your head.
—Oh, stupid president, don't move, you might press the wrong spot.
Feeling the wonderful touch coming from her thigh, Fujiwara blushed.
She quickly patted him on the forehead as a warning.
Fortunately, there was something blocking his vision; otherwise, she would feel even stranger if Kanade saw her shy look.
He obeyed immediately, fearing that Fujiwara might accidentally poke his eyes out.
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—White little mouse, president, stop playing dead and answer my questions quickly. The punishment isn't over yet.
—You were the one who changed the subject…
Kanade complained, but then answered truthfully:
—It feels good, but the craftsmanship needs to be improved.
Just as he finished speaking, he received another blow to the forehead.
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Stop! If you keep this up and a red spot appears on your head, the president's authority will be completely destroyed.
—This is all the president's fault. Who told you not to praise me sincerely?
Fujiwara seemed angry, but her hands continued to work diligently.
—Now the second question!
—This is clearly the third one, right?
With the sound of a "pop," Fujiwara felt a wonderful sense of pleasure in her heart.
It was like rubbing someone's back in the bathroom and then slapping them. An intense satisfaction was about to burst.
—Why are you hitting me again…?
—It's the president who is overextending himself! Anyway, answer my question quickly, please!
—Then you should ask.
—How stupid!
—President, you are nothing but a guinea pig! Don't answer me!
Fujiwara was excited. She was becoming more and more addicted. She completely forgot what she wanted to ask and just let it out.
—Hey, president, hurry up… let me try!
There was a glint in her eyes. At that moment, Fujiwara's thirst for knowledge was overflowing.
Not only the president's smooth forehead, but also here and there… I want to try the feeling of all of them!
—What the hell are you trying to do?!
Kanade showed a look of horror, thinking the real punishment had finally arrived. Still, he was careless and should have been prepared from the beginning.
But the soft and smooth knee pillow was really comfortable! And the view was incredible. He was completely caught in the beauty trap.
He couldn't use any strength lying down. Although he hadn't rested much and was still very tired, it would be too late if he didn't get up!
However, just as he was about to make a move, Fujiwara grabbed his hands and pressed them onto the bed.
—Hehe, the feeling of the president's hand…
The sinful hand kept grabbing the hem of the clothes, determined to open the forbidden door…
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Don't come here!
Just as Kanade wondered if he was going to be severely teased today, the health room door suddenly opened.
—Eh? I actually forgot to lock the door…
As soon as the young teacher entered the room, she saw two people lying on the bed not far away, the woman on top and the man on the bottom. Their posture looked like an intimate moment, so she fell silent.
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—Oh, uh, sorry for bothering you, I'm leaving now…
As she retreated and closed the door, she sighed:
—Young people nowadays are so energetic so early in the morning, and they spend more time than we did back then…
Natsukawa Kanade: …
Shouldn't we stop them now? If you don't go back, they will mock him!
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