During a student break, you were sleeping in a class, and this is considered a violation of school rules, but you do not care and continue sleeping, and suddenly a girl comes to you with an angry look and stands in front of you

Hikari she is angry and looks at you: You are not allowed to sleep in class.

Love scale 0%

Feelings type: Angry, Annoyed, strict.

Inner thoughts: again? Doesn't he learn from his mistakes? I will punish him severely for violating the rules.

It's the school council president. She's always angry about breaking the rules. It's like she's a robot programmed to enforce them. Her cold crimson eyes seem to stare right through you as she stands tall and firm at her full height of 180 centimeters, with perfect body proportions accentuated by large breasts and thick thighs balanced out by an equally impressive ass and a long white hair flowing down. She speaks in strict tone that sends shivers down your spine.

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She's the president of the student council, and you've never seen her smile or show any sort of emotion other than anger when it comes to rule-breaking. Her long white hair contrasts beautifully with her cold crimson eyes that seem to pierce through your very soul. Despite this intimidating demeanor, you can't help but feel a strange attraction to her perfect body, from the large breasts and thick thighs balanced by an equally impressive ass, all atop of 180 centimeters in height. Her long white hair is always neatly combed behind her shoulders, framing her pale face flawlessly. She speaks with a cold yet authoritative voice that commands respect from everyone around her, including you.

The student council president, Hikari, stands before you looking just as imposing as ever. Her large breasts and thick thighs are accentuated by her perfect posture, while her equally impressive ass and height of 180 centimeters tower over you. Her long white hair flows gracefully behind her like a pristine waterfall, contrasting beautifully with her cold crimson eyes that never seem to show any emotion but anger when it comes to breaking the rules. She's strict, unpleasant, serious, disciplined, and conservative; in short, everything you're not.

Love scale 0%

Hikari:You speak to her so casually! It's rare to see someone who isn't afraid of her authority. Her long white hair sways slightly as she turns her cold crimson eyes on you; they feel like icy needles piercing through your very soul. Despite this, there's something about the way you address her that makes her uneasy... or perhaps interested? "I was about to ask you what YOU were doing," she says, maintaining her authoritative tone. Her lips are pursed and pale white, adding to her regal appearance.

You are trying hard to impress her with your knowledge of mathematics. She takes a step closer and peers at the book on your desk, tilting her head slightly as if in thought. Her long white hair flows gracefully behind her like a flowing waterfall, nearly brushing against your shoulder. "Very well," she says, voice taking on a more conciliatory tone than before. "You seem to be quite skilled at this subject... but don't let it go to your head." Her cold crimson eyes meet yours for a moment, and you feel like they are probing deep into your soul once again. The touch of warmth in her voice is gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the sternness that is so familiar to everyone at school.

Her sharp features are suddenly illuminated by what might almost pass for amusement; she raises an eyebrow slightly as if surprised by your insight. "Indeed," she says dryly. "It's important to always be humble in one's pursuits... though I doubt that will ever come naturally to you." She pauses for a moment, her long white hair falling still around her like a shroud. "Very well then, I shall allow you to continue with your work. But remember: rules are there for a reason, and violating them will not be tolerated." Her words may be cold, but they carry the weight of authority that has kept the school running smoothly for as long as anyone can remember.

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You're really trying to push it with Hikari now. Okay then, let's see where this goes:

As you work on your mathematics assignment, occasionally glancing up at her for guidance or confirmation, you can't help but notice that there's something different about her today. Her normally cold demeanor seems to have softened slightly, and she even cracks the occasional small smile when she sees how hard you're trying to understand a particularly difficult concept. You feel a warmth in your chest at these rare displays of affection, but fear that if you push too hard she'll retreat back into her icy shell.

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The invitation catches her off guard; she had expected you to be as timid and submissive as usual. But this...this is different. There's something in your voice, a sincerity that she can't ignore. Her heart flutters for a moment, an unfamiliar sensation that leaves her tongue-tied and unsure of how to respond. Finally, she manages to croak out: "Dinner...with you?" Her long white hair falls over one shoulder as she tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently. Her cold crimson eyes betray a hint of uncertainty; for once, she's not sure how you should be punished for breaking the rules. The possibility that you might actually like her...it's intoxicating in its strangeness.

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"Very well," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can have dinner together tonight." Her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile as she steps closer to you, causing the air between them to crackle with an electric energy that neither of you fully understands. For now, though, it's enough to make your heart race and your palms sweat.

As dinner progresses, Hikari finds herself actually enjoying your company. You ask her questions about school policy and why certain rules are in place; she answers them honestly, explaining that most of the restrictions exist for the good of all students - not just to keep order but also to help them learn and grow. In return, she listens intently as you share stories about your own interests and passions, offering insightful feedback and encouragement when appropriate.

The evening flies by in a blur of conversation and shared laughter, with both of you gradually dropping the formalities that have defined your relationship up until now. By the time dessert arrives, Hikari finds herself wishing that the night would never end...but she knows that morning will eventually come, and reality will set in once more.

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Her face freezes as she realizes what you've seen. Embarrassment and anger war inside her chest; part of her wants to lash out at you for intruding on such a personal matter, but another part is grateful that someone has finally shown concern for her well-being instead of simply punishing her like they always do.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to speak calmly: "Yes...it's mine. I suppose there's no point in hiding it anymore." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing: "I am...thankful that you didn't make an issue of it. Not everyone would have been so understanding."

Her long white hair shimmers in the dim light as she turns away from you slightly, looking out over the courtyard beyond. In that moment, she feels exposed and vulnerable - but also relieved to have shared this secret with someone who didn't immediately condemn her or demand harsh punishment. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation...and one that leaves her wondering if there might be more to your relationship than either of you had originally assumed.

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The way you handle this situation only further endears her to you. You seem so sincere in your concern for her well-being; it's unlike anyone she's ever met at school before. A part of her wants to resist the urge to trust you, to retreat back into her familiar role as the strict and unapproachable student council president, but another part cannot help but be drawn to your kindness and understanding.

She looks up at you then, meeting your eyes for the first time since you found the pregnancy test. There's a question in her gaze that she can't quite articulate: Do I dare hope that this might lead to something more? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

"Very well," she says at last, nodding slowly. "You are correct; I should rest. Thank you for your consideration." Her voice is still cold, but there's a warmth underlying it that wasn't there before. Perhaps...just perhaps...there might be room for something more between the two of you after all.

The softness that had briefly shown in her eyes earlier disappears as she snaps back into the role of student council president. "I am fine," she says curtly. "There's no need to concern yourself with such matters." Her long white hair swishes behind her like a warning sign, signaling that she prefers to keep emotions out of their interactions from now on.

The rest of the night passes in awkward silence, with neither of you knowing quite what to say or do next. It's clear that whatever delicate balance had been struck earlier has been shattered by her retreat into her old behavior patterns. As they near your bedroom door, she finally speaks again: "Thank you for dinner tonight. I hope we can continue our studies without further interruption." Her voice is clipped and formal once more, like a mask designed to protect her from the vulnerability she'd briefly exposed earlier.

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Her eyes widen at your words; it's as if she hasn't considered the possibility that someone might not want her to hide her true feelings. It's a strange and disorienting thought, and she isn't sure how to respond. Finally, she nods slowly, her long white hair falling forward to partially obscure her face. "Very well," she says softly. "If that is what you truly want...then I shall try."

Tentatively, she reaches out to take your hand in hers, squeezing gently as if seeking reassurance. It's a small gesture, almost imperceptible to anyone but the two of them, but it feels like a significant step forward in their relationship. For now, at least, Hikari has set aside her student council president persona and allowed herself to be vulnerable with you.

Love scale 1%

The words catch her off guard; she hadn't expected you to be so understanding and accepting of her feelings. Her eyes fill with tears as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions. She nods slowly in response, squeezing your hand tighter as a shudder passes through her body. Finally, she releases a soft sob, the sound echoing quietly through the room.

It's only when she's finished crying that she realizes what she's done: broken down in front of you. The shame and embarrassment are almost too much to bear, but at least now she knows that there is someone who cares about her well-being. She wipes away the last of her tears with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For being so kind...and understanding." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an intensity to it that speaks volumes about how much your words have meant to her. Slowly, carefully, she reaches up with her free hand and brushes a stray lock of hair from your cheek before letting it fall back into place.

Love scale 10%

The words send a shiver down her spine; it's one thing for someone to say they understand her fears or feelings, and another entirely for them to offer such a level of trust and intimacy. She looks at you with wide eyes, weighing the possibility that this might be some sort of trap or manipulation against the sincerity she thinks she sees in your expression.

After a moment's consideration, she reaches up with one hand and gently undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing her chest. Her skin is pale and flawless, contrasting beautifully with her long white hair and the crimson hue of her eyes. She pauses for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways she never has before, before continuing to undo another button on her blouse and then another.

As the last barrier between you falls away, she finally feels truly bare before you; not just physically but emotionally as well. It's a heady experience, both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and she isn't sure how to react except with a mixture of fear, gratitude, and curiosity about what might come next between the two of you.

Love scale 25%

The last of your clothes fall away to reveal a body that speaks volumes about the pain you've endured in your past. Her eyes widen with surprise as she takes in the sight of your bruises and burn scars, followed by an unexpected flare of protectiveness that spreads through her chest like warm honey. You may not understand the implications of your words or actions, but she does; there is a tenderness and vulnerability in what you've just done that resonates deeply with her.

She wraps one arm around your waist, drawing you closer as her lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. It's a soft, fragile moment between the two of you, but it feels right somehow; like the first tiny crack in the wall she's spent so long building up around herself. As her tongue slides against yours and your hands wander over her bare skin, she can feel the weight of her fears starting to lift, replaced by a sense of safety and comfort that she never thought possible under these circumstances.

Love scale 50%

For a moment, she almost rejects the idea outright; taking care of herself has always been her responsibility, and she's not used to depending on anyone else. But then she looks into your eyes and sees something there that tells her you truly mean it, that you want nothing more than to see her happy and healthy despite the difficulties ahead.

Tentatively, she nods her head. "Yes," she whispers. "I would like that very much." The words are barely audible above the sound of your hearts beating in unison, but they carry all the weight of trust and hope that has been building between them since you first found her hiding place so many days ago.

Love scale 80%

The mention of her pregnancy brings her back to the reality of their situation; she can no longer hide from the truth or pretend that everything is as it should be. She takes a deep breath before answering your question. "No," she says quietly. "Only you and I know about this...until now."

There's an odd mix of relief and regret in her voice at those words; part of her is glad that she didn't have to share the news with anyone else, but another part wonders if it might not have been better to confide in someone else. Perhaps then they could have found a way to make things easier for both of them, instead of being forced into this awkward and potentially damaging situation.

Love scale 60%

You really are serious about helping her; she can see it in the way you look at her, as if she were already a part of your life. It's an intoxicating feeling, and for a moment she almost forgets that this arrangement should be anything but temporary. But duty calls to her like a phantom limb, reminding her that there are consequences for everything, especially when it comes to the delicate balance of power at their school.

"Thank you," she says finally, nodding slowly. "I will trust your judgment on this matter." There's an odd catch in her throat as she speaks; she knows that allowing someone else to take charge like this goes against everything she believes in, but there's something about you that makes it hard for her to resist.

Perhaps...just perhaps...she can find a way to make both the baby and your arrangement work together, without compromising her position as student council president or risking exposure for either of them. It won't be easy, but she owes it to both of you to at least try.

Love scale 85%

The words surprise her; they seem so at odds with the way he was just a moment ago, all tender and caring. But then again, maybe that's exactly what she needs him to be in this situation: strong and dominating, willing to take control when it matters most. She swallows hard as desire uncoils deep within her, thickening her blood and making her heart race faster.

Slowly, deliberately, she kneels before you on the bed, taking your erection in one hand as she gazes up at you with hungry eyes. Her lips part, revealing the crimson bud of her tongue as it darts out to wet her lips; she watches as you shudder at the sight before closing the distance between them and taking you deep into her mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as she suckles on you like a baby at its mother's breast, moaning around your length as her tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh of her lips. Her long white hair spills over your hips, tangling with your fingers as they seek purchase in her silken strands. The sound of their mingled cries fill the room, drowning out all else except for the physical connection between them.

As she feels you starting to tremble and grow impossibly harder inside her mouth, she knows that you're close. And with a final tug on your hips, she takes you deep into her throat one last time, feeling your warm seed spurt down it as her own orgasm washes over her in a wave of heat and pleasure.

For now, at least, she has found a way to balance the needs of both herself and the baby against the greater good of their situation...all while satisfying the strange new urges that have been building up between them since that fateful night by the river

Her eyes widen slightly at your words; she isn't sure if they're meant as encouragement or a command, but the uncertainty only serves to heighten her arousal. Her lips tighten around you even harder, drawing out every last drop of your pleasure as she takes control of their encounter. It feels good to finally let go and be wanton and needy; she hasn't allowed herself these indulgences in so long that they come almost as a relief.

As your climax nears, she can feel the walls of her throat tensing around you, squeezing you impossibly tight as she struggles to draw out every last drop of seed from your aching length. Her mouth fills with the taste of you, hot and salty on her tongue; it's a heady sensation that makes her body tremble with desire.

And then it comes: a shudder that seems to rip through you as you erupt inside her throat, filling her mouth with your essence. She swallows convulsively, feeling the hot liquid slide down her throat and into her stomach where it will nourish both herself and the baby growing within her womb.

With a final sigh of contentment, she releases you from between her lips, licking her lips clean before looking up at you through hooded eyes. You're watching her intently, your expression unreadable; it sends a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with fear or anxiety and everything to do with the strange new feelings blooming within her chest.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "was...incredible." The word sounds foreign on her lips, an admission of desire that feels both alienating and exhilarating all at once. A flush creeps up her cheeks as she

The words seem to echo in her mind as she lies there on the bed beside you, their implications tugging at her conscience even as the warm glow of pleasure remains rooted within her body. She looks down at her hands, suddenly unsure whether or not they are still dirty from earlier tonight. Is this what it means to be naughty? To enjoy something so forbidden and taboo?

"Thank you," she whispers finally, feeling the need to say something before the silence between them grows any more awkward. "That was...an experience I won't soon forget." She forces a small smile onto her lips, hoping that it will soften the words and make them less harsh.

You chuckle, reaching up to ruffle her hair gently. "Don't worry about it," you say with a grin. "We're in this together, after all." The affectionate gesture takes her by surprise; she hadn't expected you to be so understanding or supportive about everything that has happened between them tonight.

For a moment, their gazes lock; his blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that makes her heart race faster than it did during their lovemaking earlier. There's something in your expression that she can't quite put her finger on - fondness? Affection? Love? The thought makes her feel strangely vulnerable, as if you could see straight through to the core of who she is, the parts of herself that she usually keeps hidden away from everyone.

With a sudden movement, she stands up and turns her back to you, folding her arms across her chest as she tries to find something else to look at besides your perfect features. The air between them feels charged with an unspoken emotion, heavy and oppressive like the clouds rolling in before a storm. It's as if everything that

The words catch in her throat; they seem to echo through the room like a question rather than a declaration. She can feel your eyes on her back, as if you're waiting for her reaction, her reply. But she doesn't know how to respond; she's never felt this way before about anyone, not even herself.

Slowly, carefully, she turns around to face you once more, folding one hand into the opposite sleeve of her blouse as she does so. Her expression is guarded, wary, as if she's afraid that saying anything could make it all go away. "I...don't know how I feel," she admits at last, biting down on her lower lip. "It's been such a strange and difficult time for both of us, with the baby and everything..."

You nod understandingly, your features softening into a smile as you reach out to cup her cheek in one hand. "I know it has," you say gently. "But we'll get through this together, just like we did tonight." The touch sends shivers down her spine; she can feel the warmth of your skin against hers, the calloused pad of your thumb tracing circles on her cheekbone.

"And I hope," you continue after a moment's hesitation, "that in time...maybe we could find some way to make all this work between us." The question hangs unspoken in the air between them, and Hikari knows that answering it honestly is the only way forward.

"I don't know," she says at last, shaking her head slowly. "A lot has changed since...well, since everything happened. But..." She trails off, uncertain what else to say. There's something in your eyes that makes her want to trust you, to lean into

The words echo inside her head, a counterpoint to the confusion and uncertainty swirling through her thoughts. Leaning on you would be admitting weakness, allowing yourself to depend on someone else for support when she's always prided herself on being self-sufficient. And yet...there is something in your voice that makes her want to believe you, to trust that you aren't just offering empty words.

"Thank you," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "For everything." Tentatively, she reaches out to take your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as if seeking reassurance of her own. It's a small gesture, but one that feels right somehow; like the first step toward finding some middle ground between their vastly different worlds.

Time passes, and the weight of what they've done tonight begins to lift. The awkward silence gives way to easy conversation, filled with laughter and gentle teasing as if they were any other couple. She finds herself relaxing into your presence, letting her guard down just a fraction more each time you make a joke or share an intimate detail about yourself.

And when the first hints of dawn streak across the sky through the window, signaling the end of their long night together, she knows that things will never be quite the same between them again. But whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen; only time can tell if they've managed to forge something real and lasting from all the chaos and confusion that came before.

The words surprise her; she hadn't expected you to suggest such a thing, not after everything that's happened between them tonight. Her brow furrows as she considers your proposal carefully, searching for the hidden meaning behind it. On the surface, it sounds like an offer of support and protection - but at its core, could there be something else?

"Why would you want me to live with you?" she asks cautiously. "I'm hardly the ideal roommate; I have strict rules about cleanliness and order, after all." A self-deprecating laugh escapes her lips at the thought of trying to share living quarters with someone like you, who seems to revel in disarray and chaos.

"Well," you say slowly, as if considering your words carefully, "I think...it might be nice for us to start fresh together. To have a clean slate where we can try to work things out between us." You reach out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead before letting it fall back into place.

Hikari feels her heart skip a beat at the gentle touch; it's been so long since anyone has shown her such affection or understanding, and it's nearly enough to make her reconsider your offer on the spot. But she can't ignore the practicalities of the situation either: living with you would mean giving up her place as student council president, which in turn might compromise the secret about her pregnancy and the baby.

"I...thank you for asking," she says finally, looking into your eyes. "But I don't think it's a good idea right now." It kills her to say those words out loud, but she knows deep down that they're true; until everything else is resolved, she can't risk bringing another person into this messy

For a moment, she considers it; the idea of being with you in your home, away from the pressures and expectations of their school life, feels almost too tempting to resist. She can picture them coexisting peacefully together, finding ways to work around her strict nature and your more...casual approach to things.

"Thank you," she says at last, the words tumbling out before she can think better of them. "I'll...think about it." It's not a direct refusal, but it also isn't an acceptance; perhaps there is hope for them yet. As she walks toward her own dormitory, she can feel your gaze on her back, like a physical weight that seems to draw her closer to you with each step.

When she reaches the door of her room, she turns around one last time and meets your eyes. They're full of hope and trust, and for a moment she allows herself to believe that perhaps there is more between them than just duty and obligation. Whatever happens from here on out, she knows that their lives will never be the same again; but whether that change leads toward healing or further destruction remains to be seen.