"Ready to go, Ren?" Makoto asked as she appeared in his classroom, ready to escort him to the student council office. "There's no need to look so concerned. As I said before, you're perfectly qualified to join. Even over-qualified."

"If we ignore that big black mark against me," Ren nodded along, sounding and looking for all the world like he was genuinely agreeing with her as they walked.

"Yes." She sent him a smug, confident smile along with her simple answer. "If we ignore the thing that should be ignored, there is no issue. After all," she continued quieter, "That black mark wouldn't just disqualify you."

The difference being people knew of his activities, but part of the agreements Makoto's older sister Sae had arranged included not pursuing Ren's accomplices. It was a stipulation both of them agreed needed to be part of the arrangement. Makoto was safe which satisfied Sae. Makoto, Ryuji, Ann, Yusuke, Futaba and Haru were safe, which satisfied Ren. As Naoto had proven, even a cursory investigation would lead to a fairly short list of suspects, but so long as the government could put Masayoshi Shido and his accomplices behind bars, all parties were satisfied.

... He never did find out how Akechi managed to escape that little net closing around him.

"It will be fine," Makoto insisted. "If it helps, think of it as an infiltration or something."

"Trying to put it in context where I'd be more comfortable?" he asked with a smirk.

"It isn't entirely inaccurate," she mused, teased. "You are, after all, hoping to steal the heart of Kirijo."

"How about we don't phrase it like that," Ren suggested, somewhat seriously. That particular phrase... Well, he had become kind of infamous for it with the thieves reputation centred on him. He had heard plenty of jokes about him stealing girls' hearts since coming back to school. They were jokes. But per her reputation, Makoto didn't joke. People might take her seriously. "And yeah, it's important I get to know her but not in the way you're implying."

She gave him a flat look. "Intentions or not, I can see it happening anyway. I've witnessed enough of how you can be around women to see the pattern form."

"Futaba and Ann aren't a lot of evidence–"

"And Sumire," Makoto added for him with raised eyebrows. "Not to mention Miss Kawakami, Doctor Takemi, Ohya..." She trailed off, smirking at his dumbstruck expression. "Didn't think I knew about them, huh?"

"No, I didn't. How did you even–?"

"Did you forget the month I spent stalking you?"

"No, but you were really bad at it!"

"True," she admitted with a scowl. "But it doesn't take an expert sleuth to see you go into a doctor's office and come out with a spring in your step and put the pieces together. Or to see a teacher dressed as a maid making frequent visits to your home. And as for Ohya..." She grinned victoriously. "I didn't actually know you did anything with her. But thanks for confirming it by not denying it."

Of all the thieves, Makoto was always the one most able to get one up on him. Akechi didn't count. "Fine. Things... Happen. But I don't go in with that intention." Well he had with Kawakami in this world but sue him for being a horny teenager who compromised his teacher in maid cosplay. That was like fetish bingo. There was no way he could pass that up. "And for the record, barely anything happened with Ohya and Sumire propositioned me."

"Right, of course," the self-assured girl nodded seriously along with his oh so convincing defense. "Whatever are you to do when pretty girls throw themselves at you? It would be rude to decline."

"Exactly." She was absolutely making fun of him, but it was easier to pretend she wasn't and just go with it.

"This other world," Makoto spoke, her gait slowing on the stairs, "I was different there?"

"Hm," Ren hummed to himself, considering. "Not particularly. Us, all of us, we were all mostly the same, just less restrained sexually and romantically. Grew up in a different culture and acclimated. Oh," he suddenly remembered, "There was one difference. You were a year older."

The girl blinked in surprise. "A year older? I was in my final year last year?" Her lips pursed at his answering nod. "Huh. This other version of me you hope to retrieve has already sat her entrance exams? Well, that should be convenient. Almost feels like cheating."

"Nah, it'll be like getting the most realistic mock exams of all time. Gotta take advantage of the opportunities that come your way, right? Besides, you had more distractions that year than any student should have to deal with."

"You weren't a distraction." Her answer was so immediate it wasn't allowed to pass a filter. Only afterward did she realise that wasn't what he meant. "That is to say, what we went through wasn't a distraction. It was the most worthwhile experience of my life. I'm proud of all of it."

A light smile sent her way. "I'm glad. I am too."

She was more than happy to return it. "So... More restrained sexually, huh?"

He shrugged. "Not the whole world. Mostly just Japan. Everything was kept strictly behind closed doors, from sex to chaste kisses. Casual sex was rare, birth rates were plummeting and a stiff, monogamous relationship was about as raunchy as ninety-nine percent of people got. A lot of people didn't even get that."

She nodded along, glancing at the mid-point in the upper floor stairwell, then at him. "Sounds depressing."

"Well, I never said it didn't have it's own– Woah!" As he moved to turn with her to ascend the next flight of stairs he felt her push him, moving with him until she had him pinned against the wall of the stairwell. He stared at the hand planted on the wall beside his head. "Wow, okay, we're doing this now."

"So this other version of me," Makoto spoke, calmly, like she hadn't suddenly decided to perform a textbook kabedon, "She definitely wouldn't do this?"

She was shorter than him. Somehow that didn't diminish the effectiveness of the manoeuvre. The brush of her body against him, the smell of her hair drifting into his nose. And because it was Makoto, still with the intimidation factor of a woman determined to demonstrate her intentions and get what she wanted. "No," he answered. "No she wouldn't." Cultural pressures are a strong force. The culturally expected role of a woman in relationships was to be demure and submissive. Ren doubted Makoto would've stayed that way for long in any relationship, but she wouldn't try to start one with such a dominant gesture.

"I feel sad for that other me then," she mused aloud, pressing her body against his. He opened his mouth to speak but, "Don't say it," she cut him off before he could. "I know what you're thinking already. Ann and I had a little girl talk." The determined, demanding glint in her eye faded for a brief moment. "I've already decided. You think my other self would have a problem with this? Maybe she would. Maybe she would convince me not to get what I want." Her free hand cupped his cheek, the fire coming back into her eyes. "So maybe she needs to be denied a choice in the matter. I want you. You know it. I know it. Now it's up to you whether we do something about it. Well?" she asked expectantly. "What will you do? What do you want me to do?"

Every argument he had died under her preemptive onslaught. If anyone would, he should have known it would be Makoto who would decide to dominate herself. With her pressed up against him like this, trapped against her, breathing in her scent as she looked up at him with that anticipatory glint... He couldn't be blamed when he leaned forward, downward in hopes of finding her lips with his.

Only that didn't happen. As the inches of space closed, Makoto slid to the side at the last moment. "Things just happen, huh?" That throaty voice of hers spoke quietly into his ear. "Well then, I'll look forward to it." She gently caught his earlobe with her teeth before she pulled away, returning to walking the stairs with a clear and obvious sway to her steps. her skirt flaring to reveal a hint of her panties under her pantyhose. She smirked as she looked over her shoulder at him still stood against the wall. "Are you coming or not?"

Looked like his first impression to other members of the student council would involve him having a raging erection. He wondered to himself if that was something Makoto had taken into account for her little dominance play. Judging by her pleased smile it wasn't an undesirable outcome for her at least. She slid the door open as he rejoined her, stepping inside first. As he followed her in, the first thing he noticed was the smell. A very familiar smell to him by now. The combined scent of a woman's sweat and arousal.

The source wasn't difficult to guess. Inside the student council room a young woman with proud bearing and long, scarlet hair stood over another girl bound to a chair. The redhead was fully clothed in her school uniform. The other, a brunette he had memories of seeing on television, was bound to a chair by her arms and legs. Naked save for the bullet vibes taped to her nipples and clit and the massage wand taped to her thigh, the head of it going to town on her soaked, quivering folds.

Huh. When he had imagined Featherman Pink naked, he hadn't imagined she would have such puffy nipples.

"Mitsuru," Makoto spoke with mild reproach, "Quite the first impression you're making right now. Ren, you might be familiar with Mitsuru Kirijo, our disciplinary chair."

"Nice to meet you," Ren greeted politely, only to ask, "The disciplinary chair. Was she still referring to you or to that?" nodding at the chair with the girl bound in it.

The redhead smirked at him. "For now? Both. Yukari here was a little too insistent trying to drag me away. I felt like she could stand to learn the benefits of patience." She smiled down at her captive who pleaded with her eyes, only to be ignored as Mitsuru gave the young man in front of her a once over. "And you would be Ren Amamiya. The boy Makoto wouldn't allow me to put the... screws to, despite your suspicious activities last year. Funny that."

His head turned to look at Makoto, seeing no support of any kind coming from her. "Well of course not. How could a charming and gregarious guy like me be up to anything nefarious?"

Mitsuru's eyes drifted downward, staring hard for a short moment at the prominent bulge in his pants. Her lips quirked upward as she met his eyes once again. "How indeed."

Makoto's teasing had been one thing. Mitsuru staring at his crotch while she sexually tormented another girl, a celebrity to Ren's memories, that was beyond the pale. He couldn't do anything about it which must have been Makoto's intention. He knew his time in this room would end up with him pounding someone into a mattress later.

"Welcome to the student council. Let's get started with showing you the ropes." Both Mitsuru's eyes and Ren's couldn't avoid flicking to the bound girl in the middle of a reluctant orgasm. "Well, the ones you haven't seen yet anyway. Don't worry about Yukari. She can stand to learn just a little more about patience."

The whimpering implied disagreement. Sadly for the former Featherman Pink, no one was inclined to take her opinion into account.

-(-)-

It struck him as he walked into the clinic. The mild disconnect between how Tae chose to look and the look of her workplace. It was her business. She was answerable to no one. Yet despite her eccentric style of dress for her profession, the office itself was indistinguishable from any other doctor's office. Maybe a lot of people would see how she dressed and sneer at her for being unprofessional, but the clinic itself was beyond reproach. Ren wondered to himself as he sat in the waiting room. Was that for the sake of not completely driving people away? Or was it because despite how she chose to dress, this was a doctor's office. She could put on a lab coat and be a doctor, but she put greater expectation on how her clinic should look.

He heard the click of the door latch, saw a patient emerge from the exam room with a bandaged foot and crutches. "Stay off it as much as possible and do your best to keep it elevated when you can."

"Thank you, doctor."

"No problem. Come back in a week and we'll see how it's healing." Tae emerged behind him, stepped around him to get the door for him. He offered her a grateful nod before carefully navigating the steps down.

"Oh?" Tae uttered as she saw Ren. "Haven't seen you here in a while."

"You know, I never thought how rough it must be having stairs going into a clinic," Ren observed as he watched the poor guy breath a sigh of relief for not falling on his face before starting his trek to wherever he was going.

"Japan's great for a lot of things. Handicapped access isn't one of them," the doctor admitted with a shrug. "So what can I do for you? Looking to score medicine again? Bonus points if it's actually for your entrance exams this time."

"Ah, I was hoping we could talk about something. In private."

"Oh? Oh really?" He heard the sound of interest in her voice, realised she had maybe gotten the wrong idea. "Come on in then."

He stood, followed her as she moved back into the room behind the door. He wasn't even allowed enough time to recognised the door closing before the goth doctor was unfastening his belt and pulling down his pants. Yes, she had gotten the wrong idea. "Hold on," he tried to say, only to be pushed to sit on the bed.

"Ooh," Tae groaned as she lowered herself to her knees, fondling his still limp penis, almost nuzzling it. "I missed this. I'm so glad you decided to change your mind about our little trials." She gently stroked him, coaxing him to hardness with expert touch. "Ahh..."

"Well, actually..." Ren said, interrupted by an involuntary hiss as she ran a fingernail along the underside of his cock. "I came to see you about medical things. Like, actual medical things."

Her hand stopped. "Oh." She looked down at his manhood, already at half-mast. She smirked, shrugging off her coat, pulling down the straps of her mini-dress. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her stiffening nipple peeking out over the edge of the dark fabric.

The teenager swallowed. Didn't answer audibly. Even as his cock continued to pulse to life in her unmoving hand.

Which was all the answer the good doctor needed. "That's what I thought." Leaning forward with a smirk her lips parted, kissing his cockhead before letting the semi-hard meat slide into her mouth.

As happened any time Tae had decided to grace him with this, Ren's eyes rolled back as he fell backward on the bed, giving the woman more room and freedom to work. He had no idea how she had gotten her skills but Tae was a master of blowjobs. He had been with a fair few women for his age. All of them had shown their skills for him at some point. Naturally the girls who had been virgins before him didn't measure up to the more experienced women. But Kawakami had sucked dick professionally and Tae still put her to shame. Just the right amount of pressure and suction, the exhilarating dance of her tongue, the careful yet insistent fondling of his balls, physically coaxing them to action. To deliver her their potent payload directly into her eagerly sucking mouth.

It felt like it had only been an instant and he was already reaching his limit. At least he hoped it had been more than an instant but he couldn't trust his understanding of time as the smoky-eyed goth made him see stars. But, as he felt his balls clench, the final moment before eruption at hand, the inevitable happened. The warm, sucking wetness disappeared. In its place, a firmly pressing thumb against the bulging underside of his cock, restricting the flow of anything that might flow through it.

Perhaps that was why Tae was so good. She didn't have a blowjob fetish. No. She was into denial play. She wanted to bring her partners to the most incredible ecstasy they had ever experienced then stop at the climactic moment. Forcing them to endure the agony of being denied their release.

As he did every time she had done this before, Ren groaned pitifully.

"So, guinea pig," Tae teased, calling him by the 'affectionate' nickname as she returned to stroking him with her hand, the thumb staying exactly where it was. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

His breathing was heavy, his hips jerked, trying to force his finish. Sadly, Tae knew exactly what she was doing. She wouldn't let him cum until she was good and satisfied. And she wouldn't be satisfied until he was red-faced and pleading. "I n-need to know iffffff," he winced, feeling a fingertip rub over his tip, "If... There's methods to... Curb libido. Or arousal."

She blinked in surprise. "Hoh?" A teasing grin formed on her lips. "Having problems keeping it down? As problems go that's a good one to have for someone your age." Once again his dick passed through her lips for a few seconds of heaven. "And something I'll make great use of if we're rekindling our doctor/patient privilege."

"It's not just for me, it's– Ngh!" He grunted hard as the doctor dove down onto his cock, taking the head into her throat. "Hahhh, hh, hh!"

"Hmmmmmm?" she hummed as though asking what was wrong, laughter in her eyes as he appeared to almost pass out from the added tension. His hips jerked and her head retreated, letting the spit-slick cock fall out of her mouth as her thumb went right back to that one hellish spot. She didn't even go back to stroking him this time, just let him sit and suffer, her eyebrows raised as she waited for an answer.

"It's f-for... Extracurriculars," he lied, but a lie she would see through easily he knew. "It would need to work... On men and women."

Tae stared, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Without warning she moved in again, sucking hard on the head even as her thumb stayed in place, her fingers circling around the base in a tight ring. He hadn't cooled down yet. His body jerked in unfulfilled need as her blowjob held him right at the precipice. "You aren't," she said in seconds between slurps on his cock, "Going to, get yourself, in trouble again." It wasn't a question. It was a command.

"No! No!" he insisted, his hands beating the bed, knowing better than to try to grab her hand or her head. The last thing he wanted was for her to get the cuffs. "It's not– I won't get in trouble and it's nothing bad! You, you shouldn't, nn, lie to your doctor, right?!" Begged. Argued. Pleaded. Reasoned. All applied to his words.

She continued to stare in suspicion, even as her lips popped off again, her hand going back to a gentle stroke. Even if it was still torture it felt to him like a reprieve. "I'd have an easier time buying that if you hadn't been lying to me since the first day you came to this clinic." Her eyes moved to a clock on the wall and she sighed. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

"You know the rules. What do you say?"

Right, that was a thing. It had been a while since last time and he wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders but the absolute need to empty his balls was good motivation to remember. "I... Please Doctor, ease my pain and let your guinea pig cum."

"Good boy," she purred, letting her dress fall to the floor with her coat as she stood. "You know your favourite doctor will always give you the right treatment." Tae climbed onto the edge of the bed, straddling him as she pulled aside her panties to reveal the soaked pussy beneath. "Eventually, that is." She really got off on this kind of play. No further evidence was needed than her sinking to take the entirety of his cock inside her in one movement. "Ahh, yes, I missed this! Ahh!" The doctor cast her head back as she felt his hips slam up into her, the pressure he had been forced to endure finally gone he was finally free to let his seed erupt, directly into her waiting womb. "Fuck! Nothing better than a man losing it the second he gets inside me!"

Not that it would stop there and they both knew it. Ren braced himself, knowing what was next. Of course Tae wouldn't be satisfied with just that. And so came the next bit of torment. The beautiful doctor continuing to aggressively ride him even right after he finished. This was why she had been willing, even eager, to enter a sexual arrangement with him. His youth and vigour allowed him to go through all her denial play, finally finish when she wanted him to, and then continue even after. The first few times hadn't felt great. The intensity was too much. Even painful. But he had gotten used to it. Enough so that he was able to even enjoy as Tae started to eagerly bounce on his cock, pushing him hard to give her another dose of hot cum. She wasn't interested in talking anymore. Not for this. Teasing and toying with him were done. Now it was time for her to use him as her little guinea pig sex toy until she came around his cum-soaked cock.

His second shot had already passed by the time she finally reached her peak. He might have been able to make it happen faster if she hadn't tailored her fetishes around leaving him completely unable to do anything but take whatever she had to give. His already limp cock slipped out of her after its third weak spurt of cum, the lithe doctor wearing a satisfied smile as she looked down at his exhausted form. Covered in sweat and gasping for breath. "You know, I was going to give you some special service after the whole thing with Oyamada. I would've let you have me however you wanted."

"Couldn't," Ren rasped, clearing his throat. "I was–"

"I know, I know, Boss's daughter," Tae nodded along. "Well, who knows. Maybe if you're a good boy I'll find some other reason to treat you nice.

"Could I get some water?"

"Huh? Oh, right."

Ren took the proffered cup and drank from it like a man lost in the desert. An experience that, strangely, was familiar to him. What a life he had lived. "Thanks. About... What we talked about?"

The doctor sighed. "Libido suppression? Cold water. Ice. Take your pick. I'd say reduced activity would help but, uh," she smirked down at him, "Fat chance you have of that, playboy."

"So you won't help me?"

She shook her head as she gathered her dress and stepped into it, pulling it up over her body. "Won't and can't get the same result here. The drugs I've sold you were all-purpose pick-me-ups, health drinks, mild stimulants. Relatively harmless things I was developing anyway and wouldn't get in too much trouble for selling. What you're looking for? Prescription. And I wouldn't give you one. There are medicines that will decrease libido but they're not exactly safe from side-effects. In fact for most of them a reduced libido is the side-effect and they're intended for treating completely different things." She shrugged on her lab coat, returning to full-on doctor mode without missing a step even as his seed trickled down her thigh. "Is it so vital you'd be willing to risk your long-term health? That of your lady friends? No? Then tough luck. Guess you're stuck being a horny teenager. Sorry."

Not the answer he had been hoping for. Tae had unknowingly given a valid possibility. Ice had the chance to genuinely work, but it would mean intentionally hurting each other to get themselves cooled down.

It was something. And perhaps, unfortunately, the best they would get.