"Mmm... ugh..."
When the young lady Tomoe Kisaragi woke up, the sky outside was a hazy gray, signaling the break of dawn. Her slender, naked body lay sprawled across the bed. Scattered underwear littered the floor, and the hickeys and finger marks covering her skin were a testament to the intensity of the sexual battle that had raged through the night.
It was... absolutely insane.
Every time she recalled the scandalous scenes from the previous night, the honor student couldn't help but blush, her heart racing and her limbs turning to jelly. "I don't even know when I fell asleep... In the end, I just lost consciousness."
That cycle of pleasure—of dying and being reborn, of ascending to heaven through endless orgasms—had left Tomoe completely intoxicated. It was her first taste of sex, and she was already addicted. Though she was exhausted and her body felt slightly sore, she didn't care.
Her secret garden down below was likely swollen, but... she loved it. It felt too good.
The girl turned her head to look at the boy sleeping beside her. Alex's perfect physique looked incredibly enticing in her eyes, as if tempting her to do something. The honor student swallowed hard, wanting to reach out and touch him, but Alex suddenly snapped his eyes open, startling her. She immediately sat up, trying to look dignified.
"Good morning, Ms. Tomoe~"
"Ugh, g-good morning." The elite student's face was beet red. She instinctively covered her full, perky breasts with her hands, but then realized they had already done everything possible the night before. Covering up now felt pointless, so she let her hands fall.
Her heavy breasts swayed and bounced with the movement, looking succulent and ripe.
Alex stared at them unabashedly before clearing his throat. "Actually, I shouldn't have stayed the night. It's technically against the rules. But considering you fainted from pleasure, I made an exception... So, Ms. Tomoe, was last night comfortable?"
"Eh? Ah... yes, it was... very comfortable," she whispered.
"I thought so. And the results? Has the pressure you were carrying been released?"
"Yes, thanks to you, Alex." It had definitely been released. Tomoe felt refreshed, both physically and mentally. The experience hadn't just relieved her stress; it had introduced her to an unparalleled level of carnal pleasure. She was, quite frankly, hooked.
Lying on the same bed as him, she felt the stirrings of desire again, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Looking back at how she had moaned and bucked beneath him like a common harlot, she felt a wave of shame.
I actually made such lewd, disgusting sounds... She wanted to crawl under the covers and hide forever.
"Well, this job is finished. You can stay here and rest; I'm heading out. Don't forget to leave a five-star review. Tsk, I'm starting to feel more and more like a professional gigolo..."
Since it was a transaction with no emotional strings attached, Alex didn't waste time with small talk. He dressed quickly, gave a casual wave, and left the hotel. The erotic young girl was left sitting naked on the bed, staring blankly at the door.
Even after he was gone, Tomoe didn't snap out of it for a long time. It wasn't until her phone chimed that she finally collapsed back onto the bed, staring at her screen with a look of profound loss.
"Sigh..."
It had been a perfect experience, and her stress was gone, so why did her heart feel so empty?
In the Principal's office of St. Flower Academy, Tomoe Kisaragi stood before the headmistress.
"You experienced it yesterday, didn't you, Kisaragi? As the first student to test the program, I was going to ask for your feedback, but looking at you, I don't think it's necessary." Rikka Isurugi observed the girl's glowing complexion, a meaningful smirk playing on her lips.
"I assume you're satisfied?"
"Ah, yes. Alex, he was..." Tomoe didn't know how to describe him. She had only spent one night with him, and their "deep communication" had been purely physical, but she felt he was perfect. A perfect man.
"Thanks to Alex, my stress is gone. The effect was excellent," Tomoe said, but then she began to stutter. After a few seconds of hesitation, she gritted her teeth. "Principal Isurugi... can I... can I book him again?"
Wow, she wants a second round already?
Rikka hadn't expected the prim and proper honor student to be so blunt. Her glasses nearly slipped off her nose. As expected of that man... even our elite students are falling like dominoes.
But wasn't this a bit strange? The goal was to release stress, and while it worked, the student was now becoming addicted to the source. That wasn't quite right.
"Kisaragi, you want to book him again?"
Tomoe realized how she sounded—like a lecherous, obsessed girl. But she couldn't stop thinking about the perfect sex, the feeling of him slamming into her, and the way he filled her with his hot seed. She was addicted.
"I think... I might have some residual stress. It wasn't completely cleared, so—"
Rikka's eye twitched. She stared at Tomoe until the girl looked away in guilt. The Principal sighed, wondering what kind of magic Alex possessed to make a girl like Kisaragi so obsessed.
Is it really that good? Is his technique that incredible? Rikka licked her lips, her own curiosity piqued. "Kisaragi, you shouldn't place another request so soon. If word got out, it would hurt the school's reputation. Besides, other students have already come to me. You aren't the only one under pressure."
"Oh. I see."
The disappointment was visible. Tomoe looked like a wilted flower. "There's already a new student for him?"
For some reason, the thought of the boy who had been so intimate with her last night having sex with another girl made her chest tighten. She knew it was just a job, that they had no real relationship, but it hurt nonetheless.
"While most students would find this unthinkable, there are others like you who carry heavy burdens. I can't tell you who the next client is. You may leave now."
"...Yes, Ma'am."
Tomoe left in a daze. Rikka watched her go, feeling a headache coming on. The stress was gone, but the girl looked more troubled now than she did before.
Alex... I wonder if choosing him was a mistake. If he's too good, he might just snatch up all my precious heiresses. Rikka looked down at the file of the second client: a girl with a vibrant smile and healthy, sun-kissed skin from the track and field club. A cute, tanned beauty.
"Oh well. It's too late for regrets now."
Tomoe's mind was a mess. She knew this wasn't right. Alex had helped her get rid of her academic stress, but now she had a new problem: she couldn't focus on studying because of him!
She crossed the courtyard to the library, but once she opened her books, she couldn't focus. Her mind was filled with the memory of their wild sex. She felt that, aside from Alex, she had lost all interest in other men.
Both her heart and her body were hopelessly entangled with that boy.
Staring out the window at the bright sunlight, she sighed. "I wonder who the new client is. I'm so jealous... Ugh, my head is a mess. I can't study at all."
She touched her soft breasts, then her belly, recalling how he had massaged her, squeezed her tits, and thrust into her wet hole. She especially remembered the moment he came inside her.
She would never forget that feeling. She was utterly hooked.
"I have his phone number... should I contact him privately? It would violate the contract, but..."
Tomoe hesitated, but in the end, she saved his number and email address. She told herself that as long as she wasn't caught, it would be fine. Even the perfect honor student was learning how to be bad.
Meanwhile, on the school track, a girl in tight athletic leggings was doing specialized training. Her vibrant energy and the way she glistened with sweat under the sun made her incredibly attractive.
"Mio, your time is great!" a club mate at the finish line shouted, holding a stopwatch. "Keep this up and you'll definitely place at the Nationals."
"Haha," Mio Kato laughed, but it didn't reach her eyes. The pressure felt heavier than ever. Running at school was one thing, but the Nationals were different. If she messed up...
Sigh.
She couldn't talk to anyone about this. Mio hesitated, then grabbed her phone from her bag as she wiped her sweat. She scrolled to a specific contact. "Stress Relief Assignment: Alex..."