The Busty Black-Haired Honor Student And Student Council President Who Likes The Mob-Character Me, Keeps Using “Stress Relief” As An Excuse To Ask For Lewd Things - Chapter 3: The Busty Black-Haired Student Council President Dodges The Issue

“Morning…”

“Good morning, Mitsuya.”

The next day. I yawned as I opened the student council room door, and Shino greeted me with her usual cheerful smile.

“The paperwork for this weekend’s club leaders’ meeting is on the desk- Please make some copies.”

With her trademark honor-student smile, she asked me a favor. Same smile, same scene, same… large chest. (Nope, not going there.)

Shino noticed my odd reaction and tilted her head.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Ah, I get it! It was just a dream. Right, there’s no way something like that could’ve happened…”

“Dream?”

“No, nothing.”

I almost slipped, then quickly shut my mouth.

“It was just some lewd dream I had… er, forget it.”

“A dream? What kind of dream?”

“Really, it was nothing…”

“It wasn’t a dream. We actually did it. You came five times, I came seven, and you poured all of your cum raw inside of me.”

I was struck dumb by Shino’s sudden words.

So… it wasn’t a dream? Could that wild Shino, and my beast-like actions, have been real? The aftertaste and the lingering sensation, they were definitely still etched in me.

As I sat on the sofa in a daze, Shino prepared Earl Grey tea in the kitchenette and set a teacup in front of me.

“We did it. A real stress-relief session, no protection.”

Shino spoke again, as if to break me out of my confusion.

“We… actually did?”

“We did. Totally.”

“Even though we’re not dating…”

“Since you irresponsibly cummed raw in me on a risky day, you’ll have to take responsibility. Not in the future, but right now.”

“Irresponsible…”

“Kidding. It was a safe day. You don’t need to worry, and I won’t ask for responsibility or anything like that.”

“…Where does an honor student like you even learn words like ‘cumming raw’?”

“Well… where do you think?”

She stuck her tongue out playfully, grinning mischievously. I couldn’t tell what was true and what was teasing anymore.

“Want to do it again?”

Suddenly, Shino asked me.

“Do you want to? With me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to? Have sex? Or just a kiss for now?”

“Uh… what…?”

“If you say you want to, I’ll let you.”

I found myself staring at her lips, faintly tinted pink, and the words slipped out.

“…I do… want to.”

“Nope. Not happening. We’re not lovers, and I’m not that easy. Maybe when I’m stressed again I’ll let you, but for now just keep it as a dream. Anyway, see you after school.”

With that, Shino left the room, oddly cheerful and lighthearted. Left behind, I could only mutter:

“What the heck is going on…?”