"What do you mean by this, Ohno-san?!"
I'd escaped the karaoke place and come to the Seed Distribution Room. It was past 4 PM. The usual crowd was in the office, and Ohno-san was slurping cup noodles.
"Nah, just got a little hungry... slurp!"
"That's not what I'm talking about! It's about Kurasue Sumire! I never heard she was a recipient!"
"Oh? How'd you find out?"
"I overheard her saying it by chance!"
"Eavesdropping, huh? That's bad manners~"
"That doesn't matter! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"We never disclose recipient personal info until the face-to-face meeting. Why'd you think we'd make an exception for Sumire-chan?"
"W-well... that's true but..."
"Now now, calm down, Chifumi-kun."
Hibiki-chan brought me some barley tea.
"So, what exactly did you come here to say?"
"It's about why you made Kurasue Sumire a recipient!"
"Well, she voluntarily applied to be a recipient and was deemed qualified. What other reason would there be?"
"But she's my classmate and Nanami's best friend!"
"Hmm. So you're saying you can't have sex with Nanami-chan's best friend?"
"Y-yeah! Isn't that obvious?"
"Hmm, I don't get that logic at all, but let's set that aside. Not wanting to have sex with Nanami-chan's best friend—that's your personal feeling, right?"
"Of course it is!"
"Then let me ask you this—are you saying it's okay to trample on Sumire-chan's wishes just to prioritize your own feelings?"
What a nasty way to put it... but it's so objectively correct I can't argue back.
"Recipients don't have sex with you on a whim, you know. They've overcome numerous trials that can't be cleared with a casual attitude to earn their qualification. Your job is to respond to that determination."
"I know that, but... can I really do this with the student council president...?"
"Sumire-chan's pretty cute, isn't she? Do you dislike her?"
"No, not at all. If anything, I respect her—she works so hard at both studies and student council duties..."
"Then there's no problem. In this day and age, if some old man slept with a high school girl, he'd get arrested. Yet here you are, getting to do it openly in a hotel paid for by taxpayer money. You should be grateful."
What kind of analogy is that...?
"But I'm worried about her. What will she think when she finds out I'm the distributor...?"
"It'll be fine. Sumire-chan's got more guts than you think. But if you're really worried..."
As she spoke, Ohno-san rummaged through her locker and handed me a crumpled paper bag.
"Use this!"
"Th-this is...!!"
I was stunned when I looked inside the bag.
In the end, nothing changed, and the day of distribution arrived. It was Saturday, scheduled for 1 PM.
"Will this really be okay...?"
Wearing the pro wrestler mask Ohno-san gave me, I stood before the usual room. The president should be waiting beyond this door.
"Excuse me."
Entering the room, I saw the president sitting primly on the sofa. Her fluttery long skirt and black sleeveless top made her look much more mature than in uniform.
"I-I'm... Seed Man..."
I introduced myself in a disguised voice. The name was ridiculous, but better than "Super Strong Seed Injection Machine" that Ohno-san suggested.
"U-um... K-K-Kurasue S-S-Sumire... P-p-please take care of me."
Wow, the president's super nervous. This feels kinda fresh. Wait...
"Ugh... sniff..."
The president covered her mouth with her hand... Is she crying? Well, of course—no matter how prepared you are, having to sleep with some masked creep would be awful...
"P-president... are you okay?"
"Huh?... Kido-kun?"
Oh crap, she recognized me. I forgot to disguise my voice.
"N-no, I'm Seed Man—"
"Kido-kun, stop messing around!! Are you making fun of me? First you were Seed Man, now this!"
Ah, I screwed up—I made the president mad...
"...Yeah, I'm sorry."
It's hopeless... I took off the mask and bowed deeply to her.
"Today, Ohno-san said there might be a surprise, but I never imagined Kido-kun would be the Genius Gene Holder."
"Wait, you knew I was the distributor?"
"I didn't know that, but I never expected this kind of surprise."
The president had stopped crying but still seemed angry...
"I'm sorry..."
"Why apologize? It's not your fault."
"Well, I made you cry... I thought maybe I did something wrong..."
"I was just shocked when a masked man appeared. It was scary. Thinking I had to... do that with this person made me suddenly sad."
"Y-yeah, I'm really sorry..."
"Why did you do this?"
"Well, I thought you might not want me as the distributor... When I asked Ohno-san, she gave me this mask..."
"Sigh———"
The president let out a deep sigh. That face was definitely exasperation. Can't blame her.
"I don't mind you being the distributor. But this is important to me, so please don't joke around."
"Sorry. I'll reflect on this. Won't happen again."
"If you understand, then it's fine. Now then, Kido-kun."
"Yes."
"Lie on the bed."
"O-okay."
"Ah, you can keep your clothes on."
The president stopped me as I reached for my shirt buttons. Huh? We're keeping clothes on?
"Th-this okay?"
I lay on my back in the middle of the bed. This feels weird. Huh? What's the president doing? Oh, she took off her panties...
"O-okay, Kido-kun, take it out."
"Take what out?"
"You know what! Don't make me say it! Your penis! Your penis!"
"Oh, this?"
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. Even after five days of nofap, it's only half-hard in this situation. Feels like I'm about to pee.
"...So this is... Kido-kun's penis..."
The president stared intently, looking fascinated. This is kinda awkward.
"C-can I touch it?"
"Sure."
Her slender white index finger poked at my dick like she was touching a slug or something.
"Kido-kun's penis looks different from the diagrams. In those, the tip is round and swollen."
"Oh, that's because the foreskin's covering it."
I pinched the shaft and pulled back the foreskin. The glans peeked out, still semi-hard.
"Ah, amazing. Then this should work."
Saying that, the president hitched up her skirt slightly and shuffled forward on her knees. Is she planning to insert it like this?
"Whoa, no way. It's not even fully hard yet."
"You mean you can't do it lying down?"
"No, not that—my dick. It's not erect enough."
"Oh... Then get hard quickly."
Damn, president. You know nothing about sex. Trying to do this just from textbook knowledge. "Get hard"—don't say it so casually. The male body is delicate, you know.
Reluctantly, I reached down and stroked a few times. Ah, it's hard already...
"I-it's hard now."
Ugh, saying it out loud is embarrassing. Never said that line before.
"Then here I go."
The president shuffled closer. My lower half disappeared under her long skirt. With both of us mostly clothed, this feels more like a procedure than sex.
"Eek! ...Huh?"
My dick bumped against her thigh. No way this would work. I had to hold it in place.
"President, lower yourself slowly while checking the position."
"L-like this...?"
Her hips gradually descended. Ah, I feel something soft at the tip...
"Ah... oww... It hurts... I can't... ah, no good!"
The president lifted her hips and collapsed at my feet. No surprise there. Definitely a virgin. Yet she's trying to wing it with textbook knowledge. No way this would work. She's not even wet.
...What do I do? This is troublesome. At least with Hana-san and Himari Nee-chan, they let me take the lead, but the president's fixated on her own approach.
"J-just wait a sec, Kido-kun."
She got off the bed and pulled a notebook from her bag. Probably made her own manual. But that won't work.
Guess I'll have to take charge here.