Sexual arousal!
Many people start experiencing these feelings beginning at puberty. Especially during one's teenage years when their hormones are raging, a young adult can experience a surge of sexual arousal at the most inconvenient of times! Without a proper release for this pent up energy, one can find themselves in a very uncomfortable situation! This can happen to any person, no matter how innocent or proper they may seem! Nobody is able to escape from the primal drive to satisfy their lustful urges!
The door to the student council room swung open, and the creaking from its hinges echoed down the long, empty corridor behind it. This story's protagonist, a short student with her brown hair styled in two loose pigtails, stepped inside.
"Oh, I must be the first one here," Miko Iino remarked aloud to herself. This didn't entirely surprise her, since she had gotten out of her class early. Even so, she had half expected to walk into a scene she had become all too familiar with: Shuchin Academy's very own student council President and Vice-President committing seemingly lewd acts in this very room! No space seemed sacred with those two around!
Miko shook her head in disgust as she stepped towards the green couch. It was behavior unbecoming of her two upperclassmen, especially considering the prestigious titles both of them held. As representatives of Shuchin Academy, they had a responsibility to uphold the values of the student body! Even though most of these situations had been brushed off as simple misunderstandings, Miko was still able to recognize that the two of them had a competitively flirtatious rivalry that interfered with their duties as student council members. Some days it felt as though the student council wasn't able to accomplish hardly anything at all, thanks to their odd relationship.
Miko flattened the skirt of her school uniform as she sat down. Something felt off. She felt a pressure under her skirt that she wasn't unfamiliar with, but it was distracting her nonetheless. She shifted her legs and shook the feeling from her head. Although her peers hadn't yet arrived, she knew she could use the extra time to get a head start on her studying. She opened her textbooks to begin reading.
But she couldn't seem to focus. Why was she still thinking about the President and Shinomiya? Her thoughts about the two of them felt strange. It wasn't exactly disgust she was feeling, so what was it... jealousy maybe?
She flinched at the thought, then grunted in frustration. She refused to accept these feelings as jealousy. Sure, some type of romantic relationship could be nice, but maintaining her position at the top of her class was difficult and took up most of her time anyways. She had no use for a relationship at the moment, despite feeling completely alone. If the right guy were to come along, she might consider it, but even so she was a novice and wouldn't know how to act. But wouldn't it be nice for a boy to tell her how strong she was, to cuddle her on lonely nights, to kiss her and caress-...
Miko looked down and realized she had been squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together. All of the friction was only making these thoughts more intrusive than before. She let out a sigh and put her face in her palms. She had been feeling more frustrated than usual over the past few days, as if she were in a constant state of arousal. Although she knew these feelings were natural for a teenage girl, she still felt ashamed and embarrassed. To feel this way in public, at school of all places, seemed far too improper. What would people think if they knew that a member of the disciplinary committee was having such constant, lewd thoughts while in school? Her reputation would be in jeopardy!
She frowned and redirected her attention to her textbook. She wanted a release from these feelings, even though they felt so good. Waves of pleasure seemed to cascade over her mind whenever she thought about being caressed by a man. She began to squirm again as she imagined hands running up and down her body, massaging and squeezing the most sensitive areas. Miko glanced towards the door. "Having such lewd thoughts in the student council room feels so shameful" she thought to herself. "It makes me feel guilty..."
She's lying.
Any amount of guilt she felt was overshadowed by sheer excitement. Was this similar to the adrenaline that some students felt when breaking school rules? Miko had never experienced such a feeling, not even when she, Fujiwara, and Shinomiya had messed around with face filters on their phones during school hours. It was such an exhilarating feeling, and Miko was craving more. Her heart pounding, she began to massage her chest as she continued to rub her thighs together. Each breath she took felt heavier as she imagined being laid down by a dominating man and touched all over.
Miko wanted more. She was craving the pleasure now, she needed the climactic release of all this pent up energy. Her face flushed, she reached her hand down and rubbed the outside of her skirt, exploring the outer areas of her groin. It felt as though shocks of pure ecstasy shot through her body as soon as she touched it, causing her to softly moan. All of the previous guilt she had vanished as her animal instincts took over. Her thoughts got more intense as she imagined her slender thighs being spread by a man. Miko propped her feet up on the cushion beneath her, exposing her crotch to the cool air of the student council room. She reached her hand into her pantyhose, which were now noticeably moist. Her thoughts had now evolved from gentle loving to intense sex. She wanted to be thrust into, to be pounded as she laid back and exposed her bare, aroused body. She clasped her free hand over her mouth as her playing got faster, attempting to stifle the repetitive moans that escaped her lips. She wanted to be ravaged, she wanted to be pounded, she wanted to-
Footsteps. In a panic, Miko quickly withdrew her hand from her panties and sat up straight on the couch. She snatched up the textbook next to her as the door to the student council room swung open. A boy with messy dark hair removed the bulky headphones from his ears as he stepped inside.
"Oh great, it's just you here. If I had known that I wouldn't have tried to get here so quickly." Ishigami turned to close the door behind, oblivious to her panicked expression. Too scared to speak, Miko looked straight down at her book in an attempt to hide her face. Mortified, she hoped that her rival didn't see her fumbling as he stepped inside the room. Ishigami threw down his bag next to him as he slumped into the couch opposite of her.
"Why is your face so flushed? It's not that hot in here. Are you feeling okay?"
Miko felt a mixture of panic and enragement boil up inside of her. Despite this, she kept her face buried in her book. "Shut up Ishigami! I-I was in a hurry to get here too, so I ran! Don't ask such stupid questions!"
Ishigami may have been taken aback by such an aggressive response from anyone else, but he had grown used to Miko's hostility. He let out a sigh as he unzipped his bag to remove his game console. "Yeah, whatever. I guess I should know better than to show any concern for you. You never change." He propped his feet up on the table in front of him as he turned on his device. Miko was only enraged further by his response, but this anger was overshadowed by worry that she had become disheveled by her erotic actions. Without saying a word, she jumped up from her seat and stormed out of the room, her gaze fixed on the floor the entire way. She flung open the door and broke into a sprint as she exited the student council room. She was relieved to find that none of the other student council members were making their way towards the room yet.
She made her way towards the nearest restroom and flung the door open. Once inside, she grabbed the nearest sink and leaned over, panting as she struggled to catch her breath. She was unsure whether the panting was caused by the panic she had experienced or by the running. Taking deep breaths, she examined herself in the mirror as the realization of what she had done settled in. How could she have been so careless? She felt so ashamed of her actions, what did it mean for her as a member of the disciplinary committee? No honorary member would have done something so obscene, especially not in such a public space.
Miko adjusted the yellow armband that signified her position as a disciplinary committee member. She took one last glance in the mirror before opening the restroom door to make her way back to the student council room. As she shamefully hung her head while she walked, an even more disturbing thought came to mind: why was the man in her sexual fantasies the one who she thought she hated most?