Mitsuru Kirijo, more like....um...I got nothing. Mitsuru might or might not get fucked. Do not quote me on that.

"Where have you been?" Mitsuru asked as they sat at the couch.

"Just some karaoke," Yukari answered. "Haven't done it in a while and I invited Minato for fun."

She hummed to herself, typing something on the laptop on her lap. Mitsuru looked up from her computer and looked at him. "I'm afraid we cannot go to Tartarus today, as Akihiko is injured and Iori is out with his parents."

He nodded, putting on his headphones and relaxing to the music blaring from them. He glanced at Mitsuru, hard at work on her laptop.

She wasn't usually the type to use electronics, that was more of Fuuka's forte. Mitsuru was proficient in the arts of dance and theater but apparently none of her natural talent made itself present with technology.

Yukari always liked to tell the story of when Mitsuru had mistaken a DVD player for a microwave and had placed her pizza inside it, only to result in the DVD player exploding. That was truly a very amusing story.

"So, Senpai," Yukari tried making conversation when the room suddenly became much too quiet. "What are you doing?"

Mitsuru looked up from her laptop screen. "I'm writing a report for the new school semester's budget. This semester, they're doing some kind of trip to a foreign country and we of the Student Council are supposed to plan and manage it."

"That seems like a lot," Yukari commented. "Are you sure you can do it alone?"

"I have my secretary help me, but this is all just paperwork. Now, can you stop talking and let me finish this. Thank you."

Yukari shut off her mouth, instead opting to watch some television. She opened a channel that was broadcasting something about a costumed bear.

Minato glanced at Mitsuru intently, intrigued. She was deep into her work, not blinking even once for the past five minutes.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard at lightning speed, filling the room with the noise of keyboard clacking.

He had always known that his dorm had attractive girls. His classmates had always expressed envy on his living situation.

Who wouldn't like living with girls who looked like models?

Mitsuru was the bustiest out of the four girls. Her breasts were probably bigger than most supermodels, and they were natural all the way.

She was his go-to wank material, well...after Yukari that is.

When they went to the beach, Minato had to avoid his eyes from staring at her body in a bikini. Her large breasts encased in a small bikini top, truly an orgasmic experience that he had saved to his memory.

Her ass wasn't to be ignored either. It wasn't as large as Fuuka's or as firm as Yukari's, but it had it's own charm. It especially stood out when she wore her short skirts to school.

Also, her lips were absolutely made for sucking dick. Red, plump, and voluptuous

"Arisato," Mitsuru said suddenly, he stopped staring intently at her cleavage and looked at her in the eyes. "Make sure you attend the Student Council Meeting. We're discussing the recent cases of sexual relationships between students."

"Okay," he said quietly. Mitsuru continued typing on her computer, completely oblivious to what was going to happen to her.

He took a deep breath, twisting the silver ring for luck. He'd never intentionally done this, hopefully it doesn't backfire and result in him getting kicked out, or worse, 'Executed'.

"Sorry Mitsuru," he said to himself as he approached her. Looking at her, he touched her face slowly, placing a finger to her lips.

They were soft and supple, like velvet pillows. He imagined sliding his dick in between those lips, and that fantasy was totally possible.

He could do anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn't even register it in her mind. Using his index finger, he inserted it into her mouth.

It wasn't something he'd usually do, but he just wanted to see what the limitations of his newfound powers were.

Minato groped Mitsuru's breasts through her shirt, feeling them in his hands. They were obstructed by her shirt and bra, but he didn't care.

They were big and supple, probably gave her massive back issues. They were so big that even with both hands, he couldn't completely grope one.

But he tried. Grabbing them and pinching her nipples, Minato toyed with her breasts and watched as Mitsuru went about her day.

It was quite arousing, how she didn't care at all. He could get used to this feeling of excitement and also lust.

He tore open her shirt, allowing her chest to be exposed to the world. She wore a lacy pink bra, one that was probably more expensive than the entire dorm.

Pawing at them, he continued squeezing her breasts, liking the way her nipples were rock hard. Even though she didn't register the fact that he was groping her, her body still reacted the same.

Which meant only one thing, she would still feel pleasure when he fucked her.

He reached over and sucked on her nipples like a baby. He licked and flicked her nipples with his tongue, the act of which turning him on.

Minato had limitless opportunity he can do, and the only thing stopping him was his imagination.