Shadows of Past Massive-Penis Prodigies and the Ahegao Attendance Book
The photo for the new attendance book should be as slutty and pretty as possible—a post-deflowering ahegao is perfect...
"So, you're saying this massive-penis special student is causing trouble within the class?"
"Yes, President. I know it's highly unseemly to bring such an issue to the tea party. But we simply can't handle it on our own..."
"Hmm..."
The student council president and host of the tea party, Juliana Promesa. Even a problem I can't solve might be within her power to fix. Clinging to that hope, I brought it up.
I couldn't exactly brief them on every sordid detail without class consensus. In the end, all I could say was something vague about the massive-penis special student bewitching girls through some dark sorcery. No way could I spill the gritty specifics, so the tea party members raised doubts with me.
"So, what exactly is this sorcery the massive-penis special student used? I can't help if I don't know what happened."
"Well, a man setting foot in the girls' domain is questionable enough, but if it's the academy's decision..."
"If he's causing problems, why not just expel him individually? Or have the girls in Erika's class given their hearts to this massive-penis special student? That would be rather undignified, wouldn't it?"
A bit undignified? That's putting it mildly. I don't want to admit it. But that man's cock possesses an overwhelming power no ordinary guy could match.
Girls treated like slaves, yet desperately licking up a single drop of his spit. If the tea party members saw that, they'd spew contempt and disgust. But I see it differently.
This isn't something you can just dismiss with scorn and revulsion. Someday... I hate to even think it, but someday we might all end up crushed beneath him.
We have to deal with him before then.
"I've actually had my eye on this massive-penis special student for a while now."
"Ah..."
The president's cerulean eyes sparkled as she said it. Thank goodness. If she steps in, there has to be a sharp solution.
Juliana is the student council president and tea party host. She's also the chairman's daughter. Having taken the seat after her older sister graduated, she can surely influence academy policy.
Even if not, the Promesa family's power is immense. A renowned house with centuries of royal ties won't crumble over abolishing nominal nobility.
"In our academy's long history, there have been rare precedents for admitting massive-penis special students. And they always stirred up trouble, or so the records say."
"S-Such things happened...?"
I had no idea. Without that guy, I wouldn't even know about ridiculous tales like massive-penis special students.
"Before him, the last one was nearly 50 years ago, right? He definitely plunged the academy into chaos back then."
"Our grandmothers' generation...? If it was that recent, rumors should have leaked."
"The academy wouldn't publicize internal scandals. You felt the same, didn't you, Erika? Better to handle class issues in-house if possible."
Of course, that's right. Hide what you can. That's noble society.
But... even so, it's strange.
"Then why keep the massive-penis special student system? Normally, one incident means scrapping it."
Even if the troublemaker's from a high house, the academy expels her retainers. Losing limbs limits even the noblest.
A mere special student should be easy to cut loose.
"That's the tricky part. Records don't say how they handled that troublemaker. Can't overlook that."
Unease surged inside me like crashing waves. What if... just maybe... there was no punishment because there never was one?
Or worse... what if punishing a massive-penis special student was impossible from the start?
"Having one enroll in our era is deeply unpleasant. But it could be our chance to correct past mistakes. I'll meet this massive-penis special student soon. If he's trouble brewing, I'll crush him without mercy."
Her retainers praised the president's resolve in unison.
"How noble! Even bothering with a pest like a massive-penis special student. Lady Juliana is the epitome of high blood!"
"No need for you to handle it personally—just leave it to us for a clean sweep."
"No, no. That's not right. Settling what predecessors couldn't is the president's duty. We can't interfere."
The mood was that she'd solve anything she touched. Until moments ago, I thought the same. Her skills, backing, and justification are perfect. No way she can't handle one guy.
No way!
Why does my heart feel so uneasy?
Our common sense is just grains of sand—worthless if scattered. A grim intuition. And from it, an ominous churn that made me hold my tongue.
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"Erika. Got a moment?"
"Yes?"
"I need to discuss something with you. Would you come to the office?"
"...What for?"
"Nothing major. Just about the photo for the attendance book."
"Attendance photo?"
What could she possibly say about that? If there were no issues before, there shouldn't be now.
"Yes. We're making a new attendance book and swapping photos."
"Sigh... Just use my old one then."
No time for trivialities. Mine's fine.
"But uniformity with others... I recommend seeing it first."
"......"
Johanna unusually insistent. She's not one to fuss over such things.
It's not a big deal... Might even refresh me.
Sometimes, switch gears. Step back from big worries, solve a small one for a breather. Not bad.
"Fine, I'll spare a moment."
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They say when mold visibly blooms on bread, the inside's already a fungal feast—trimming the surface won't save it. If rot shows, the core's decayed.
My classroom had transformed faster than I imagined.
...No, the transformation was complete.
"Opinions favored the sluttiest, prettiest photos for the new book. So we went with post-deflowering ahegao and torogao. Thanks to Lazar, we got perfect shots of everyone."
The attendance book Johanna showed had photos no longer of prim noblewomen in uniform poses.
Eyes rolled back, drool and snot dripping, tongues lolling—utterly debased remnants of their former selves. Every girl in class except me.
"Lazar ramped up in the end, securing shots of everyone but you. Of course, we have their consent. Lazar took them, so no need, but he's humble."
Johanna flipped forward. Her own lewd photo was there too.
Always the epitome of teacherly poise, now whorishly wrecked enough to make streetwalkers weep. And she shows it proudly.
...Our class might truly be done for.
"You haven't submitted yours yet, Erika. Want to take a new one?"
Her hands clamped my shoulders. Not hard, but felt like tons of iron.
"What do you say? Hate standing out alone? With Lazar's help, you'll get a uniform, pretty, arousing shot quick. Won't you?"
I knew I was prey in a web.
My reflexive words weren't thought out—just a knee-jerk gasp.
"N-No! I hate it. I don't want some gross photo like that!"
My will would surely be ignored. I'd half-resigned already.
But Johanna's response differed slightly from expected.
"Oh? Calling students' pretty photos gross seems inconsiderate... But if you refuse, no forcing it."
She released my shoulders, closed the book.
"New book's not immediate, so change your mind anytime. Becoming one true class member is always good."
"...Excuse me."
I fled. Straight-up bolted.
From what? My own instincts, I guess...