The Student Council President's First Breeding
Students always have their hands full on the first day of a new semester. They have to adjust to an unfamiliar atmosphere, and when the campus is vast, finding their way around is a challenge in itself. To make matters more demanding, Ionia Academy is a boarding school, meaning there are school regulations and separate dormitory guidelines that every young lady must commit to memory. In short, no one has the luxury of letting their mind wander.
The returning students are no exception. While they adapt faster than the freshmen, a new school year inevitably brings plenty of changes.
"It's quiet," I remarked.
"It's only the first day," the librarian replied. "Give it a few days, and they'll start trickling in one by one."
I listened closely to his voice. From exam preparations to the study of magic, the library is an essential fixture once one enrolls in an academy for young ladies. On top of that, its shelves hold an assortment of leisure reading, including novels and poetry anthologies. Naturally, people would flock here in due time. Still, the opening day slipped by peacefully; aside from the student council president, not a single student stepped foot through the entrance.
"The library closes an hour before evening roll call. The timing can fluctuate depending on circumstances, but thinking of it as eight o'clock makes things simple."
Working from morning until evening was no easy feat. Even if the physical labor was light, the shift itself was long.
"Then the lady who booked the reservation will need to hurry, won't she?"
"She'll have spoken with the dorm matron beforehand to secure an exemption from roll call. That's how it's always been done."
"Ah, I see."
I nodded at his explanation. Giving her a cushion of time would allow her to focus without feeling rushed. Efficient milking, efficient reception—nobody would relish the idea of mechanical breeding, like animals cooped up in a factory. If one was going to engage in mating sex anyway, wanting it to feel good was a natural human instinct.
"I'll be taking my rest now. Hang in there."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
I saw the librarian off as he slipped through the modest door tucked behind the counter. I live on the fifth floor of the library, while he resides on the first. It was a matter of both consideration and efficiency; constructing a separate building for a grand total of two men would have been an utter waste. Unless, of course, someone of imperial consort caliber was residing here.
In any case, I composed my body and mind, waiting for my guest to arrive. The darkened library felt surprisingly warm—perhaps because of the moonlight filtering through the broad glass windows lining the walls, or perhaps simply from the comfort of knowing someone would soon be here.
Screeech.
The closed library door let out a soft groan as it parted just wide enough for a single figure to slip through.
"You've arrived?"
I stepped forward with a polite smile to welcome my visitor. She was dressed in the exact same uniform she had worn that morning.
"Yes. I'm sorry, have you been waiting long? Classes let out in the early afternoon, but I had so much to take care of that I ran late," Viola apologized, wearing an abashed expression.
As the student council president, she certainly had plenty on her plate.
"Not at all, I'm quite alright. You must be exhausted from your duties, my lady. Are you feeling well?"
"Huh...? Ah, y-yes. I'm fine."
How strange. She seemed disproportionately flustered by a simple, routine courtesy, as if she were utterly unused to such concern.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Thank you for worrying about me. Are you holding up alright?"
"I'm in great health. Shall we head up?"
I guided Viola naturally onto the circular platform. Moments later, the disc floated upward toward the fifth floor. Being the fantasy equivalent of an elevator, it was noiseless, eco-friendly, and possessed an enchanting charm.
"Would you follow me this way?"
"Alright."
Stepping off the platform, we walked down the fifth-floor corridor. Judging by her hesitant, unfamiliar steps, she had never set foot in the breeding quarters before. My anticipation swelled with every passing second.
"Here we are. Please, come in."
I unlocked the door situated at the far end of the floor—a secluded corner where no casual passerby would ever wander. Outside was dim, but inside the room was brilliantly lit.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Viola entered first, and I followed right behind her, latching the lock in place. Sharing the enclosed space heightened our awareness of each other's presence. At long last, the realization that I was about to bed and be bedded in this very room sent a rush of blood straight to my groin, turning my shaft heavy and rock-hard.
"Would you like to sit down first?"
"Yes."
I took a seat beside her on the bed as instructed. Acting entirely on my own base desires would be presumptuous and unbecoming of my station.
"Do you have any experience?" she asked.
"Once before."
I gave an honest answer without revealing who my partner had been. Client confidentiality came first, after all.
"I see."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Viola's face, proving that fixating on a partner's first time wasn't exclusive to one gender.
"And you, my lady... do you have any prior experience?"
"None. There was never a man who caught my interest, nor did I feel inclined to receive seed from the duty officer. That remained true even after coming of age and spending three years here at the academy."
"Then I will be having your first time. I'm honored and overjoyed."
Viola might have felt disappointed, but I was thrilled. Few experiences leave an imprint on a person's life quite like their first sexual encounter. And if I could manage to impregnate her on top of that? That was like ordering vanilla ice cream loaded with every topping imaginable.
"You're glad? Truly? My clumsy inexperience doesn't turn you off?"
"Of course not. It hardly feels my place to say so, but I much prefer a maiden's first time."
"Right. That's a relief."
The stiff tension melted from Viola's expression as a genuine smile broke through. She must have harbored some quiet anxiety over it. In a world with inverted sexual dynamics, common wisdom held that men favored experienced, skillful partners.
"Then..."
Chu.
Viola leaned in slowly, pressing her lips gently against mine. It felt more like an innocent peck than an actual kiss.
"That was my first kiss. I've been saving it for the man I would first bind myself to."
God, she's driving me crazy. The bashful tone and tentative gestures as she spoke of her firsts were sheer eroticism. She was the very embodiment of a female in heat. Ruler or not, powerful or weak, she made me want to pin her down on the mattress and ravish her right then and there.
"Thank you. That was my first kiss as well."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes."
When I engaged in mating sex with Board Chairwoman Johanna, there hadn't been any room for kissing; I had been too lost in the frenzy of thrusting into her.
"I'm glad. Intercourse is significant, but a first kiss is special, too."
"Most certainly."
I nodded as Viola smiled shyly. She looked so endearing that my raging excitement settled into a warm, mellow glow.
"Shall we... begin? Would you undress for me?"
"Of course."
Even as the mood deepened while shedding our clothes, I didn't feel overwhelmed by raw lust. It felt like the tender, unhurried intimacy of clumsy young lovers—as if I had reached the happy ending of a sentimental romance visual novel.
"You haven't gotten hard yet, have you?"
Once I stripped down and sat on the mattress, Viola gasped softly at the sight of my cock. A surge of masculine pride welled up within me.
"Not yet."
"And it's already this size...? That has to be far larger than most men, isn't it?"
"I suppose so...?"
Being a man myself, I had seen other males from time to time. Mine was leagues bigger than theirs. Even Johanna had been visibly stunned, so it was definitely well above average.
"I'm going to touch it."
Viola's hand cupped my shaft gently. The moment her slender, slightly calloused fingers grazed the flesh, my cock gave an involuntary jerk. As her delicate touch stroked it with tender care, blood surged furiously into the sponge-like tissue, swelling larger with every passing second. Before long, a monstrous erection stood at full mast, thumping eagerly against my lower abdomen.
Gulp.
Viola swallowed hard at the sight of my fully erect member. The lingering hints of hesitation and fear vanished from her eyes, replaced by a radiant sparkle of arousal and anticipation.
"My lady."
"That's far too formal. Please, call me Viola. Since we're going to share our bodies, I want us to be closer."
"Understood, Viola."
I met her gaze and nodded. I had intended to say something else, but her forward display of intimacy left me momentarily speechless. Even when sharing a bed, a noble was a noble and a commoner was a commoner; drawing a firm line between classes was the standard in this world, making her openness exceptionally rare.
"Good. In that case, since you look thoroughly aroused..."
Viola rose to her feet and peeled away her garments. To be precise, she shed only her long skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, leaving the fabric hanging loose. Her breasts, larger than a human head, were pushed upward by a rich blue bra, while matching lace panties clung to her curvaceous hips. A sweetly pungent, undeniably feminine musk wafted from her soaked undergarment—not foul in the slightest, but intoxicatingly sweet.
"Would you lie down?"
"Yes."
I obediently stretched out across the mattress. My swollen, vein-streaked cock twitched relentlessly, throbbing with impatient heat.
"Haaah... haaah..."
Regulating her ragged breaths, Viola climbed onto the bed. She lightly took hold of my upright shaft, aligning it against her abdomen to measure its length.
"It's so huge..." she murmured in rapt fascination, showing no trace of fear.
"Will you be alright?"
"Yes. Ever since I received education on lineage and succession, I've dreamed of being impregnated by a magnificent cock like this. So don't worry about me."
Unbelievable. Hearing the word 'impregnation' slip so casually from a maiden's lips struck a direct hit to my libido. I wanted nothing more than to plant my seed deep inside her and watch her belly swell.
"Will you be fine handling your council duties afterward?"
"My duties matter, but... nothing is more vital than conceiving with superior seed."
Viola nudged her soaked panties aside, exposing her glistening cleft. Her drenched folds wept thick, transparent strings of arousal. Johanna had kept her underwear on during our coupling as well; I began to wonder if noblewomen were formally instructed to keep their undergarments half-draped like this.
"Here... I'm taking it in."
Standing balanced over my hips, Viola slowly lowered herself down like someone performing a controlled squat.
Drip, drip.
Viscous droplets of her arousal fell squarely onto my glans, their searing warmth sending shudders down my spine. Moments later, the soaking-wet entrance of her cunt brushed against the broad head of my shaft.
"Ah, ngh...!"
Having centered the tip, she dropped her ample hips all at once, swallowing the entire length deep into her core.
Rrrrip.
First came the sensation of fragile barrier flesh tearing across the flared rim of my head.
Squish.
Next, the blunt glans collided heavily against a dense mound of internal flesh, indenting it deeply—undoubtedly the mouth of her womb.
Squeeze!
Immediately after, the scalding walls of her passage clamped down like a vise around my embedded shaft, gripping with crushing intensity.
Is this the legendary grip of an athletic woman?
Looking up at Viola's taut, slightly protruding lower belly, I furrowed my brow. The friction and pressure were absurdly intense.
"Nngh...!"
Viola grimaced alongside me, letting out a pained whimper. Unlike my gasp of overwhelming pleasure, hers was born purely from agony.
This won't do. Even when a maidenhead tears, the pain varies wildly from person to person. Viola clearly fell into the sensitive, hurting category. Rather than lying there doing nothing while a woman suffered, I gently pushed myself up into a seated position.
"Slowly... breathe slowly."
I wrapped my arms around her trembling frame, whispering tenderly into her ear as we shifted into a chest-to-chest lotus position.
"Huuuuh..."
Viola stared into my eyes, matching my rhythm to steady her breathing. The physical closeness helped her regain composure far faster than expected.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked, our faces so close that tilting my head would cause our foreheads to touch.
"Nnh... I'm alright. I'll start moving."
With her plump, voluptuous bottom pressed firmly against my thighs, she began to roll her hips in gentle, undulating circles. The generous meat of her backside flattened against my groin with every rotation. Her internal walls milked my shaft relentlessly, while my glans continued to bore against her twitching cervix.
Under ordinary circumstances, a woman's cervix does not easily open, making true uterine penetration nearly impossible even if the head presses firmly against the os.
And yet...
"Ah...? Ah-ngh, aaaaah...♡"
The wombs of the females inhabiting this fantasy world yielded far too easily.
