Celestia makes good on every promise

Celestia's real mind was so far away at this point to be nearly unreachable, but if it was in a less foggy state, it would surely tell her there was no need to make good on any of these promises. In fact, to do so was nearly akin to ****, socially. How could one come back from any of this?

Instead, your loyal maid found herself yielding to every one. You hand her a bundle of clothing kept in your schoolbag, as if you'd known this opportunity awaited all along, then allow her to step into the closet to change. After a short trip into the closet, where various game boards and things are kept, the girl emerges with a blank frown on her face. There's not a hint of red or embarrassment at her situation, just dull confusion-- she still can't understand it. You can tell she's replaying all of the events in her mind and trying to figure out where her plan went awry.

You and the others focus only on the present, wherein the president of the games club, the Ultimate Gambler, stands in the corner of the room wearing tall, black bunny ears and black, form-fitting leather gear, running from her shoulders to her slender fingers and from her thighs to her toes, along with red high-heels that conveniently match her usual. In the place of... well, anything else, sit a pair of red, heart-shaped stickers over each of her surprisingly small breasts and a matching one, wrapping partway to the back, over her groin. Just a bit of her black pubic hair is visible above the spot where the sticker terminates. A cute, white bunny tail completes the outfit, pasted just below the small of her back.

She'd be almost unrecognizable if her hair was down, you think to yourself. Instead, you decide she should keep it up.

"Oh my gooooooood!" an overweight, glasses-wearing student yells from somewhere in the back of the room while clasping his hands to his cheeks.

"What the fuck?" Mondo questions, his eyebrow twitching as he tries to make sense of the situation.

You motion with one hand for her to do a twirl, allowing everyone to see her cute, white, bare buttocks. "Now, the next part. We had a lot of stipulations that you need to get through," you remind her.

"Right. Er... everyone... all of your debts to my club are hereby... eliminated. None of you will be expected to pay back any of your losses accumulated up to this point," she speaks quietly, sounding like she's still having an out-of-body experience. "You are all debt free."

This news is greeted by a near unanimous cheer. Only that grumpy yakuza-looking guy with the pompadour still seems uncertain about it.

"I'd like you all to exit for now while Celestia and I go over the terms of her employment as my new maid," you explain, fixing your cuffs back to their usual position and pulling your feet off the table. "But please, everyone: remember to collect that party favor I arranged on your way out. Celestia, please get the door."

"Of course..." she answers dumbly.

"Of course...?"

"Of course, Master," she murmurs, then moves past her club-mates to open the door. She stands next to the door like a doll, but obediently turns her back to the open frame and bows to some unseen person. No one makes a move to leave. "Ahem. Everyone! I believe you were all instructed to clear the room, weren't you?" she reiterates, seeming to regain a bit of her usual personality as she smiles in their direction. Perhaps that brief feeling of superiority over others helped her reclaim it.

That feeling vanishes as the first eager beaver jumps up to his feet: that chef guy from earlier. "Thank you for the dessert!" he exclaims, then throws back one arm as if to wave. Instead, he brings it down hard onto Cecilia's bare bottom, leaving a hand-print and causing her to yelp. You can actually see her butt jiggle a bit and a mark is left behind on her pale skin from the impact. It seems that guy wanted to set just the right tone for the rest of the class. Sure enough, they all fall in line, each taking one of your "party favors" on the way out: a chance to spank the haughty club master who's been sucking them dry for months before you transferred in.

Over time, her expression turns into something else completely: a stormy, angry frown, with her teeth grit and her red eyes glowing. "Even you, Hifumi? You idiotic worm?!" she questions, as the large, rotund one who shouted earlier raises one hand, seeming ready to slap her ass.

"I'm only interested in 2D women," he responds, moving the hand to instead push his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "But I will engrave this scene into my mind and use it as inspiration for a doujin... And I can only do that if I also have the feeling in my hand!" With that declaration, he joins the long line of club-mates who have exacted vengeance upon her by smashing her buttocks with his palm. His hand is so large that it eclipses several of the others who've left marks there. "Ooooh! That is quite inspirational! Thank you, Madam President!"

The only one who doesn't seem interested in taking a turn is that Mondo guy. He scowls in your direction, then exits with his arms crossed. "Somethin' real fishy's going on here," he grumbled, keeping his head down as he leaves.

"Maybe he's gay?" you wonder out loud to yourself idly. At any rate, he doesn't seem to pose much of a threat to you yet. You allow Celestia to close the door with the last student having exited. "Now, for that last part. Celestia, you can get into position now."

"Right, Master." The girl answers quickly, then steps with quick claps of her high-heels against the tile until she's next to you at the oversized card table. Instead of taking a seat, she gets down onto her bare knees. "Can I ask you something, Master?"

"Go on," you encourage her, leaning one arm over the chair next to you as she begins to crawl under the table.

She grabs your zipper in her teeth as she speaks through the corners of her mouth in a slightly difficult to understand voice. "How did you beat me? I rigged the deck when I was shuffling. There should have been no way I would ever lose, no matter how many games we played," she questions, audible over the quiet, slow metal noise of your zipper tugging downward.

You counter with a question of your own, since you have no reason to answer hers. "I'm actually curious about that. How did you intend to rig the game?" you ask her, tilting your chin down so you can watch her big red eyes stare unblinking into your own.

"Does it matter? It was my complete loss. Are you saying you... beat me without even knowing how I was planning on cheating?" she asks, while fishing out your cock from your boxers. It's already fully engorged through a mixture of anticipation and excitement at your victory.

"I did. That's not what I'm asking about right now, though. I want to know how you were going to beat me. Just humor me." After all, it's hard to imagine it, but the girl in front of you, slowly opening her mouth to lick at the head of your penis, has a lot more to offer you than just her body or her throat. You targeted her because you know she's got a mind like yours, one that excels in using and dominating other people. Even a guy like you can still learn a thing or two.

"I was going to substitute the cards, of course," she answered plainly. "You didn't even realize that?" Her words are slightly garbled as she circles your penis with her tongue, then switches to rubbing the length of your shaft along her cheek. You feel your dick's head brushing up against those pretty black curls framing the sides of her face.

"Ah, but I want to know the method. Mmmm... You can tell me later, when you're not so occupied."

"I can tell you now, idiot. It doesn't take but a moment to explain. You pffub pfffff ublub-"

Her words are cut off as you grab hold of her massive hair curls and drag your cock into her throat, interrupting her lecture. You've decided that, on second thought, there'll be plenty of time to talk card tricks and gambling tells later-- for now, you need to take care of your erection. The woman's red eyes glare angrily up at you as you pull her back and forth on your dick, expanding her pretty, small lips into an undignified sucking expression. Her makeup begins to smear as you roughly use her for a simple, deep-throat blowjob, the last thing that her talents as the Ultimate Gambler are suited for. She rests her palms on the floor as she assists in the motion, no longer speaking, but instead submitting to your wishes.

"That's a good girl," you praise her, thrusting harder now and watching her expression of mixed anger and confusion. You've never seen resentment like this-- it's amazing she can still manage it after the subliminal mind control you've put her through. Perhaps it will fade in time, but you do like to be challenged. Maybe you'll let her keep it.

Her red pupils dilate and roll up as you release your load, filling the gambler's throat with your cum. A soft "mmmooooah" noise comes next as she deals with the unfamiliar sensation. As you slowly pull your cock free, cum drips from her lips and chin onto the tile of the club room floor. She frowns, swallowing noisily, then opens her mouth wide, lolling out her tongue to let you see that she's consumed it all.

"Good! Now, clean up, please. I'm glad I've met such a loyal maid on my first day of school. Isn't there an Ultimate Maid here? I think you could give her a run for her money," you praise Celestia, stroking her hair with mock affection.

"Ha!" the girls scoffs pridefully, even as she runs her tongue up and down your shaft's length, then moves to sucking on your balls. Once that's done, she starts lapping up the cum from the floor like a dog. "'Run for her money?' I assure you, it is no difficult task for me to drain every penny from anyone in the school. That's exactly what I aim to do. Before I graduate, I plan to have everything lined up so that I can live in a castle in Europe after I graduate, enjoying a life of luxury with a team of the most handsome butlers in the world at my service."

"That's not a bad dream. I think I'd like to do that myself," you laugh in place of her. "Though, I'll have a few good maids to serve me instead. I think I'll have you be the head maid. You're a natural at it!"

The girl's eyes shoot daggers, even as her tongue runs along the cum-soaked floor. "Our agreement was that I persist with this farce until we finish at the University."

"I have a feeling you'll get attached to me," you respond with a cheeky smirk, ruffling her hair a bit as though she really is a dog, before crossing your arms behind your head lazily. "Besides, we can always play another game if you'd like to alter the terms."

"Oh my! How generous," Cecilia responds, suddenly all smiles. Your fresh jizz, still dripping from the corners of her lips, tells you the story she doesnt know.

The Ultimate Gambler's odds of a comeback are zero, until you say otherwise.