Kotonoha entered the bedroom. Makoto was lying back on the bed.

"What do you think?" she asked.

She slowly turned around so he could check out her new uniform.

It wasn't that much different from her old one. It also had a skirt with thigh-high socks, a blouse and a blazer. The main difference was the lighter color and the lack of bow tie. Beneath the uniform, she had the silver pendant on, which signified Makoto owned her. She wanted to wear her collar, but she couldn't do that in public of course.

"Not bad."

A sudden gust of wind blew in from the open window and flipped her skirt.

"Makoto," she accused him playfully.

"Are those red lace panties also part of the uniform?" he asked.

"Those are just for you," she assured him.

"Did I say you could wear panties?"

"Uhm, no Sir."

"You're lucky I like them," he said. "Next time ask me first."

"Yes, Sir. Would you like to see my bra before we go?"

"Yes."

She undid the buttons and showed him her matching red bra.

"Not bad." He gestured for her to come closer.

She did as he asked.

Makoto cupped her breast with one hand. "Hm."

"We should get going, or we'll be late," she warned him.

"Yeah," he said. "You can close up again."

She closed the buttons of her blouse and blazer.

They went out and walked to the station. It was strange to take a different train. However, some things didn't change. When the train started moving she automatically searched for his support. Makoto wrapped his hands around her.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Anytime."

Before releasing her, he moved his hand down and gave her butt a squeeze.

She didn't complain. Her body belonged to him. He could do whatever he wanted with it, whenever he wanted. She was well beyond complaining. Now she just enjoyed it whenever he touched her.

When they arrived at the station, they walked to their new school.

It looked quite similar to their old school. But then again, most schools looked similar.

They found the administration. A girl their age was waiting for them.

Despite her petite figure, she was pretty busty. She had long copper-colored hair that fell down to her back. Her eyes were blue.

Kotonoha sensed she was totally Makoto's type. Even more so when she spoke.

"I-I'm Manaka," she introduced herself. "S-Student council president."

"I'm Itou Makoto," Makoto said. "And this is Katsura Kotonoha."

"I-I've never done this before, so I'm… I…"

"Never done what before?" he asked.

"Ah, I… I need to give you a tour of the school."
How did this girl ever become student council president? This made no sense.

"F-Follow me please."

They followed her at a short distance.

"Makoto," she whispered.

"What?"

"I see the way you look at her."

"I want her," he said simply.

She sighed. "Thought so."

Kotonoha knew there was nothing she could do about this. She just had to accept it. And she couldn't deny Manaka was pretty hot.

Had Makoto turned her bisexual?

"A-Are you still following?" Manaka asked.

"Yeah."

They toured the school.

At one point, they took the stairs down. Near the end, Manaka tripped and fell. Her skirt shifted upwards, revealing her white panties.

"Are you okay?" Makoto asked. He held out his hand.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I'm just clumsy."

She allowed Makoto to help her up.

Had Makoto done that?

No, he would never do anything like that. Kotonoha forced away the thought.

They continued the tour and eventually ended up at their class.

Makoto and Kotonoha entered.

"Ah, you two must be the new students," the teacher said.

"Yeah."

They introduced themselves. A good thing they had both ended up in the same class.

This classroom had two benches of three students per row, just like their old class. The first four rows were filled completely, so they ended up on the last row together.

She tried to focus on the class, but that was difficult with Makoto next to her.

"Kotonoha?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Take off your panties and hand them to me."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. You're my obedient little girl, aren't you?"

She blushed. "Yes, Sir."

Kotonoha subtly reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties.

She couldn't help but feel like everyone knew what she was doing.

With shaking fingers, she handed them to Makoto under the desk.

He smirked and put them in his pocket.

He had probably noticed how wet they were from him giving the command.

Any attempt at focusing on the class was gone now.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang for lunch.

They went outside.

"I need to check something," Makoto said. "Wait here."

"Okay."

He left her.

She suddenly felt scared all alone. Everyone was going off to lunch.

"Everything okay?" a voice asked.

She looked. It was their teacher. "Yeah, my boyfriend will be right back. He's in the lavatory."

"I thought so."

"Hm?"

"That he was your boyfriend."

"Yeah. Ah, there he is."

She hurried off.

Kotonoha hugged him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just… I'm happy to see you."

"I was gone for like five minutes."

"But it felt much longer."

"Right. Anyway, I found something out." Makoto held up a key. "They don't have an astronomy club here. Yet."

"Oh." This was getting interesting.

"Come on. Let's check it out."

They went up to the roof.

It was quite similar to their old school. Except there was only one black bench here, not two white ones. But the fencing was identical.

They sat down on the bench.

Kotonoha took out the food she had prepared this morning for them.

They ate together.

Kotonoha put her head on his shoulder. "This sure brings back memories."

"Yeah. What memories are you thinking of?"

Kotonoha blushed. "Well… uhm." She rubbed her legs together.

"Again?" he asked.

"You made me like this," she pouted. "You should take responsibility."

He leaned in and kissed her.

She eagerly returned the kiss.

Suddenly, he broke it off. "Ask."

She was in a haze, so she didn't hesitate. "May I suck your cock? Please? Sir?"

"Go ahead."

She smiled.

Kotonoha got naked. She neatly folded her clothes and knelt down on top of them.

"This feels just like old times," she said.
"Yeah."

She took out his cock and dutifully sucked it.

Kotonoha couldn't believe how much she needed this. She would trade her lunch for this in a heartbeat. Hell, she would probably trade breathing for this. Which she actually did. On her downward plunges, everything became a trade between her breathing and his pleasure. And it could take a while before her breathing won.

"Play with your breasts," he ordered.

"Thanks," she mumbled without taking his cock out.

After that he was quiet for a bit. His thoughts were wandering off.

She squeezed her throat around his cock, but there was no response. Not even when she gagged herself.

"Everything okay?" she asked. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, it's…" he sighed. "Kokoro is a bit of a problem."

"I know," Kotonoha said. "But what do you want me to do?"

"Well maybe… never mind."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"Maybe you could… train her. She's young, she trusts you, if you ease her into it, she'll think this is all normal."

"You want her to watch us?"

"I just mean, if she walks by, she shouldn't freak out. If we gentle ease her into it, she'll eventually think it's no big deal if she sees you naked or you're doing something. And then we don't have to worry all the time about her walking in."

"Hm."

"And maybe when she's older, she can join us," he suggested.

"Makoto!" she gently slapped his thigh. She was still kneeling in front of him, so she couldn't reach much higher.

"What? You said you'd give me everything, doesn't that include Kokoro?"

"You're taking things too far. Kokoro is my sister." Surely he was joking? He couldn't be serious about this.

"So you weren't serious when you said 'anything'?"

"Just because you can ask me anything doesn't mean you should."

"Well do you think she's a problem or not? Do you think we should do something about it?"

"I… I do," Kotonoha admitted. "But-"

"Why are you questioning me, Kotonoha? Isn't it annoying to think and worry all the time?"

"But-"

"Shh," he shushed her. "Just follow my lead. You don't have to do anything."

"I…"

He crouched down in front of her. Makoto reached out and rubbed her pussy.

"Ah, Makoto-kun."

"Why are you so wet, Kotonoha? You're practically dripping."

"That's just… I always get wet when-"

He kissed her.

"You want to be a good girl," he said. "You don't want to resist. Let go, Kotonoha."

"No, I…" She couldn't. Kokoro was her sister.

The gentle rubbing was replaced by slaps.

"Ah."

"Bad girls get punished. Good girls get rewards. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"

"I do, but-"

"No buts."

It was really starting to hurt. "Stop hurting me, Makoto-kun."

"I will once you start being a good girl."

She couldn't take this anymore.

"R-Red."

He stopped immediately. "Are you okay?"

She weakly nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

He pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry," she said again. "You're right, we should do something about Kokoro. But… she's my sister. She'll all I have left."

"What are you talking about? I didn't say we have to get rid off her. I just said you have to make her more comfortable with us being together."

"Yes, but… I… she's…"

"Kotonoha," he said calmly. "You know that too much has happened to go back to the past."

"I know, but still…"

"This is for the best, right? Aren't you much happier now, with me?"

"I am, but-"

"But what?" his voice grew cold. "You want me to leave?"

"No," she quickly said. "I never want you to leave. Don't leave me alone."

The mere thought made her scared like hell.

"Well you said you wanted to go back. So that means that-"

"No, please. Just… forget I said anything. You're right, I should start t-training Kokoro. We can't go back to the past anymore."

"It's best to move forward," he said.

She nodded.

"So tell me what you're gonna do."

"I'm gonna train Kokoro."

"Good girl." He kissed her forehead.

The bell rang.

"We should head back to class."
"But you haven't finished yet," she argued.

"You can finish this later. Get dressed, Kotonoha."

"Okay."

She put on her clothes again.

"Can I have my panties back now?" she asked.

"You don't need them."

"I…" she blushed. "Yes, Sir."

Kotonoha was very much aware that she was spiraling down deeper and deeper into submission. Soon, she wouldn't have any kind of control left. Her barriers were going down one by one.

And it looked like Kokoro would be dragged down with her.

Was this really what she wanted?

Was she giving up control willingly? Or was he taking it from her?

Did that even matter at this point?

"Kotonoha? Are you worrying again?"

"Ah, no. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"I really need those panties."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to give you a striptease tonight. And it's not very exciting if you see everything right away, do you?"

He showed her a half-smile. "Right. Here you go then."

Makoto handed her her panties.

She smiled. Maybe she had more control left than she thought?