Milkshake Time

Despite all the hassle to set up a duel to decide who would be class representative for Class 1-1, Ichika found himself within the school cafeteria with his entire class to celebrate him becoming the Class Rep. There was confetti, sparkly sweet drinks—non-alcoholic of course—and a disproportionate amount of estrogen present within the vicinity. Every man’s dream come true, especially if you had a sex note. Unfortunately for Ichika, he was unaware such a celebration was to take place, so he could not capitalize on it. Oh well, at least he could still expect Cecilia’s company later. Or so he hoped. In his entry, he noted that the visit from Cecilia was to be tonight. Did that mean tonight as in before midnight for the Sex Note? Or before sunset? His concern is that this party was getting a little late. Now a newspaper photo was involved. It was clear to him by this point that he could have just told Cecilia he means to punish her in his dorm based on the last entry, and that would be enough for some fun. Perhaps, he thought to himself, that would be his last resort.

It was about eleven o’clock by the time him and Houki entered their dorm room. Houki went immediately to the curtains to close them for the sake of privacy, and made sure to comment that Ichika was having a good time receiving all that attention from the class.

“I’m going to change into my pajamas now, may you please look away… Master?” Houki meant to make it a demand, but there was still something strange happening in her head that made it seem impossible.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t just change while I was brushing my teeth. Unless… You wanted your master to watch?” Rather than turning away, Ichika sits at the edge of the bed facing hers so he can get a good show. Mere feet away from where Houki had intended to dress.

As a final attempt at privacy, which Houki was trying to be really stubborn on, she pulls out the privacy screen between the beds, but Ihika stops it with his foot, “Nuh-uh. Go ahead, dress.”

“Yes, Master.” Her acceptance came too easy for Houki’s liking.

Needless to say, with the power of the Sex Note, Houki obeyed her master. Still attempting to be stubborn against this weird relationship she felt was natural in their dorm—even if it was not—Houki turned away from Ichika and started undressing from the ribbon bow around her collar. Then she slowly and deliberately undid the zipper of her skirt and let it fall to the floor before kicking it up with her bare foot and placing it on the bed.

Is he still watching? Thought Houki, but she did not hesitate to continue. She removed the blazer on her torso next so that she could begin to undo the buttons on her white collared shirt. Dressing should have felt routine for her, but her heart rate was accelerating, and her face was becoming more and more flushed with red by the second. When the shirt was off, she folded it and placed it on the bed with her other articles of clothing. This is normally where she would stop. She stood before Ichika now, still facing away from him, with nothing but her white frilly panties and matching bra. She gulped spit from a dry mouth, as she pondered what to do next. Her master’s orders were a little vague, and strangely, she was not feeling the urge to undress any further unlike the impulses she’s had lately to treat Ichika a certain way. Without the influence of the Sex Note taking course, she reached behind her to undo the hooks of her bra, and placed it on the bed.

The bra made some sense, but normally Houki would leave it on until she got into bed, her attempt to make sure her breast were looking perky even in the traditional Japanese sleeping gown she wore. This was for Ichika’s sake of course. Now, she paused. Should she keep going? The other question on her mind was how to remove her panties. If she did it facing away from him, Ichika would see her must vulnerable regions, but if she did it facing him, Ichika would get a front seat view of her massive breasts.

Houki did not turn around when she pulled off her panties, giving Ichika a good look at her supple, untouched pussy, and her tight ass. Her hamstrings and glutes flexing as she bent over to pull them to her ankles, before she brought them up to the bed with the rest of her clothes. She then hurriedly wrapped the pink robe around her exposed body, and tied the purple obi of the gown around her waist in a lackluster knot.

“All right, I’m done, Master.” Declared Houki, for the first time finally turning to face him.

Ichika stood up. Despite his ability to control it, he let his massive boner show through the fabric of his gym shorts to show Houki how pleased he was. He slapped her ass promptly after standing, “You sure are. That was beautiful!”

There was a small yelp from Houki, and then a knock on their dorm room door.

“We have a guest, Houki. You know what to do.” Said Ichika, seeing Houki hesitate. He then used his Sex Note ability to kill his erection, for now.

“Y-Yes, Master.” Houki rushes to the door, expecting to see Maya Yamada again. “Sorry for the wait, Yamada-sen—”

Houki stops speaking immediately. In her vision was not the big breasted teaching assistant with glasses, but a smug looking blonde with breast smaller than hers.

“Oh, my apologies Miss Shinonono. Were you expecting someone else?” Cecilia flipped her hair behind her shoulder with her free hand, the other was on her hip. Cecilia walks in, practically pushing Houki out of the way. “Earl Grey tea, if you please.”

All Ichika could do was smirk. Cecilia had no idea what his actual intentions were. Cecelia does a quick inspection of the room as she enters and then lunges toward Ichika for a hug. She’s still in her uniform, “Ichika Dear! It’s so great to see you’ve dressed so casual for me.”

Meanwhile, Houki is already preparing tea from a station on her desk. She didn’t have Earl Grey, the pompous blonde will have to settle for generic black tea. Houki was sure to brew some green tea for Ichika as well, just in case he would want some. Setting the cups on a tray as she approached her Master and her rival to offer them a glass. They had been conversing for a moment about some redundant IS training that Houki was already providing for Ichika.

“Well then Ichika Dear. Are you ready for your lessons?” Asked Cecilia. She was putting some sugar cubes in her tea.

Ichika smiles. “You are actually here so I can teach you a lesson.”