A Time Share

"How does this sound?" said Mineta, gaining the class' attention as he dangled a pen over the empty pages.

"Some of us want to use the book for good. Some want to use the book for fun. I, much like the rest of you, worry about the consequences but I also want to share this gift with you all. I don't want to hog all the power for myself; that would be selfish and tyrannical. Don't you think?"

The girls were nodding along to Mineta's observations. He seemed to be acting really responsible and mature. They all would have assumed he'd give them massive jugs or walk around naked or something perverted. However, he was instead fully embracing the position of a wise leader. They all felt kind of bad for judging him; they should ask him to punish them later. They wanted to be punished.

"So, we can all take turns being the book's owner. I can write that the book can disappear at midnight and reappear in a new girl's room every morning. She can be the book's owner for the day. Anyone who doesn't own the book will forget all about it and will be unable to notice it or its effects, unless the owner writes that they can. On top of that, I can write that any changes made that day will reset by the next day, so any unforeseen damage ("or maybe foreseen," he mutely muttered, eyeing Toga) will be completely removed, as though it had never happened. It'll almost be like it had never happened."

Some of the more tense members of the class visibly relaxed their shoulders, believing that option to be a suitable compromise.

Continuing on: "Then, the book appears to another girl and they'll remember, while the old owner forgets and so on until we've all had a turn. No body can get jealous of the current owner, if they can't remember the book, right?"

"Wouldn't that mean that the owner would forget everything the next day, too?" asked Jiro, from her position underneath Mineta's butt.

"What now?" blanked Mineta, as he peered down at the girl who was still serving as his chair.

"Well, if the old owner forgets all about the book and its effects when it's not her turn, doesn't that mean that she won't remember the day it was her turn either?"

"Uh," Mineta thought on it, "Yeah, I guess it does. You can remember when it's your turn as owner again or maybe you all can get your memories back after everyone's had a turn. Does that sound good to you gals?"

Mineta asked but he knew the answer. Let's just say it was predestined.

"We all love your idea, Mineta. We knew you'd know what to do."

Indeed he did.

He began writing up all of the established rules, which took a few minutes.

Of course, he also had a few secret rules of his own written up already for this game of his. No matter what, he would always remember the book and would always be aware of its effects. Any entries made to the book would also be pinged right to his phone, in the form of a text from whomever the owner is that day. He would also be the one deciding who the book would "magically" be sent to.

Most importantly, however, is that whoever owns the book will become more perverted as they use it and will subconsciously want to please Mineta as a way to repay him for given them the book.

Also, if he ever makes a suggestion or implies a desire, the owner will want to fulfil it for him.

Once he had written up the lengthy entry, the book suddenly disappeared from where it sat. All the girls who had been staring intently at Mineta, suddenly looked perplexed.

"Wait, what were we doing?" asked Mina.

"Like, weren't we having a class meeting or something?" replied Camie.

"Yeah, we were. I must have been lost in thought; what were we talking about?" asked Uraraka.

"Mineta..." Jiro uttered, feebly, "Mineta, I know I promised to be your chair until you said I could stop, but I'm getting pretty tired now."

"Oh sorry, Jiro," said Mineta, honestly forgetting about her, "I- Yeah, you can stop now. Your punishment is over."

Once he was off, Jiro sighed out a breathy "Thank you," before she groaned herself into a seated position next to him. Now that her punishment was over, her arms weakly went to cover her private parts, but she still didn't seem that upset at being naked, to Mineta's relief.

"That got painful quick towards the end. How long was I a chair for?"

Momo checked the clock and sat up horrified.

"SEVENTEEN MINUTES!!?"

The rest of the class looked just as panicked.

"We're gonna be late for class."

"That meeting didn't feel seventeen minutes long."

"You girl's are cute when you're flustered~"

"Is there still time to eat?"

"Forget it. Let's just leave. I don't want us to be late. It'll give our class a bad name."

"Okay, Class Rep."

Mineta joined the girls, who hastily walked out of the dorm hall. He stayed at the rear, of course, to get out the good views. Short mini skirts. Great idea on his part.

Now, all he had to do was wait for tomorrow and enjoy the results. Let them have some fun too.

He couldn't wait.