Mishima enters the student council office to find the president, Makoto Niijima waiting for him there. "You wanted to see me, prez?"
"yes, thanks for coming so quickly, Mishima-kun." I just wanted to discuss the Volleyball team with you. I had a few questions."
"Oh. Uhm. You know, I'm not the captain, right? I might not be the best guy to ask questions about the team."
"Don't worry. This won't take long. Please have a seat. Makoto motions for Mishima to take the seat across from her desk. Mishima sits and looks up at the president curiously.
"Okay. What is it that you wanted to know?"
"Well, Mishima-kun. I wanted to know a little more about the Kamoshida case from the perspective of one of the players.
Mishima's heart sinks. He was afraid it was going to be about this. "uhmm… okay. Uhh what did you want to know specifically?" He asked reluctantly.
"What were some of the things Kamoshida had you guys doing? I heard all about what he did to the girls' teams. I need to know what he did to the guys' teams so I can finish this report for our principal."
"Wouldn't it be easier to ask someone else from the team? I really don't think I'm right for this conversation." Mishima was visibly annoyed now. He really didn't want to relive the trauma of working under Kamoshida.
"I'm sorry, Mishima-kun. I know this must be hard for you. But I just need to know the details. After that, we don't have to talk about this again."
"Prez, I really don't feel up to talking about this." Mishima said, looking away arms crossed.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Makoto said, reaching into her desk and placing something on the table. "If you don't share the details, then these pictures might be leaked to the school paper, and let everyone in the school know all about your dirty little secret."
Mishima looks at the desk and was horrified to see polaroids of him performing sexual acts on the other members of the volleyball team. "h-how did you get those?" reaching for the photos on the desk, but Makoto was quick to pull them away.
"I have my sources." She said simply, her eyes looking triumphant. "Now, will you cooperate or are will the school know just how perverted you really are, Mishima-kun?"
Something inside Mishima snapped. He felt a raging anger unlike anything before boiling inside him. It was like a dam broke and water was rushing. He started seeing black with anger and he lost control.
Mishima slapped Makoto hard across the face, taking the president by surprise. "M-Mishima-kun, what are you-" "NO. YOU SHUT UP YOU FILTHY BITCH. I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE WALKING ALL OVER ME. FED UP WITH ALL THIS BLACKMAIL. I AM NOT LETTING A SLUTTY BITCH LIKE YOU WITH A SICK TWISTED PERVERSION TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"Mishima-kun, I-" But before Makoto could say anything, Mishima moved to her side of the desk and grabbed her. "NO. You listen here. You are going to do EXACTLY as I say. Got that?"
The sudden change in Mishima was both frightening and arousing for the president. So much so that all she could do was nod, as she looked Mishima in the eye.
Still clutching Makoto, he pulled her close to him and kissed her forcefully, taking an already shocked Makoto by surprise. She felt his lips move against hers, feel his tongue force her lips open and wrestled with her own.
Mishima pulled away for some air, and said to the red-faced Makoto. "You wanted to know what Kamoshida did to us, right? I'll show you."
He turned Makoto away from him and pushed her head on the desk. Makoto's air was knocked out of her as she heard the jangle of Mishima's belt and zipper behind her. She tried to push herself up, but Mishima pushed her back down forcefully. "Stay down, bitch. You're mine."
She felt Mishima reach under her skirt pull down her leggings and underwear to her knees. Knowing what was coming, she tried to fight back, but Mishima just hit her on the side of the head. "I said STAY down or this is gonna be much worse!"
Makoto's head was throbbing from Mishima's slap, and was trying to catch her breath, when Mishima, without warning thrusted inside Makoto. Both gasp from the first thrust.
Mishima kept one hand on the back of Makoto's neck, and the other on her hip, keeping her steady as he continued to thrust in and out.
"oh fuck. This is so good. No wonder the guys kept doing it to me."
As Makoto lay on her desk, immobilized by Mishima's hard grip, she kept letting out small moans with each thrust that filled her. "fuck, Mishima, please stop." But every time she begged him, Mishima just pulled her hair in time with his thrusts. "Shut the fuck up. You wanted to know for your report, right? This. This. Is. . . . !" he said each word as he fucked Makoto.
Makoto started thinking about how this sexual encounter was her first, and how she lost her virginity to Mishima, and she started crying. Which only pissed off Mishima even more. "what the fuck are you doing? Shut up. This is what you wanted, right?" And he forced two fingers into her mouth to stifle the sound of her weeping.
"Suck on that, bitch. Don't get any funny ideas. I WILL kill you."
Fearing for her life, Makoto started sucking off Mishima's fingers, which in turn made the boy moan loudly. "fuck that feels so good. Keep doing that."
Makoto's tongue rolled over and under Mishima's fingers. As she did, she closed her eyes shut tight and prayed that this would all be over soon.
"fuck." Mishima muttered, pulling out his fingers from Makoto's mouth and grabbing her hair and pulling hard. "Ow! Mishima, please!" Makoto cried, tearing up.
"Shut the fuck up." Mishima cried through gritted teeth. He reached under her school uniform and grabbed her left breast, squeezing hard. His thrusts became quicker as he pulled Makoto up from the desk, clutching both her breasts. He gave one final thrust, biting Makoto's shoulder as he came inside her.
"aaah fuck!" he yelled, as he pulled out of Makoto, his cum dripping down her legs. "fuck. That's hot. Don't fucking move. Makoto heard his camera snap a few pictures behind her. "what are you doing?" she asked as she turned around to look at him.
Mishima held up his phone, showing pictures of Makoto's legs dripping cum towards her underwear and leggings that were still pulled down around her knees.
"See this? We wouldn't want the school finding out that the Student Council president is a dirty slut who likes to get fucked in the school office, now do we?" Mishima said, in the same tone Makoto used on him just a half hour ago.
"clean yourself up, you disgust me." He said as he pushed Makoto down towards the desk again, as he pulled up his pants and fixed himself up.
Makoto lay there motionless and started crying on the desk. "Shut up. This is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna come in here, and I am gonna fuck you, whenever I want. I don't give a shit what you're doing. When I want to fuck, you LET me fuck you. Got that? Or else these pictures are "leaked." He sneered and he left the office, leaving Makoto alone, half naked and crying on her desk.