New President

The administration building has authoritarian architecture. It’s both Minimalist and oversized. The hallways and ceilings are twice as wide as traditional buildings. The entrance has a ceiling that is five stories high, and every sound echoes throughout the building.

The desk out front has one woman with a black suit and a stale face. The desk covers a ridiculous amount of space for only one secretary. The first time you came here, you were shocked at the absurd building. It fits the old president well, a woman as stiff as a board and an unmatched superiority complex.

You check in with the secretary and continue down the hallway. The hallway is filled with bland dresses with flat faces. It reminds you of the American Gothic painting. The moods fit the PTA meetings. They consist of reports and lectures by the president.

You hope that the young president will at least be more affable. But you won’t have to worry if your girls leave. Still, for your sister’s sake, you hope things become a little more casual.

You knock on the meeting room door and enter with Olivia. There are already a few other parents standing along the wall. Even though there is a large table with chairs, the old president never allowed any of you to sit.

There is a mixture of stern and concerned faces. All the mothers have similar clothes to yours, with outfits that cover their necks, and only their hands are visible. Some are hoping for change, and others fearful of it, making the room tenser than usual.

You take your place in line with Olivia next to you. No one is allowed to talk while waiting for the president, so it’s a tedious ten-minute wait. You all straighten up as the door nob turns. Only the president comes from that door. No parent has ever seen what’s on the other side.

A woman enters, and you hear the other women suck in a breath. No one has seen the granddaughter of the old president before. Well, you remember one of them saying their older daughter was in school around the same time.

Either way, the woman that entered is clearly the old president’s granddaughter. Her tall stature and orange hair give it away immediately. She is well over six foot, and her straight orange hair cascades over her shoulder.

The most shocking thing is her dress. It’s a purple dress with embroidered accents. Just that alone would be considered too vulgar for this building. But the cut of the dress is casual, showing her white neck. As your eyes scan the new president, you note she also has her family’s prestigious chest. It’s so large you can’t even guess the cup size.

Strangely, she entered herself. The old president would have her assistant announce her like a historical drama. This already bodes well for a more comfortable school life.

Behind the new president is a curvy Indian girl with a perfect hourglass figure that her baggy dress suit can’t hide. Her chest is also large but not quite to the standards of the new president. Maybe a few cup sizes higher than Merry. She has glasses and seems shy as she looks down at a clipboard in her hands.

The new president greets us with an amicable smile, “Thanks for coming. As you all know, I will be taking over as president. My name is Liliana Kinsella, and this is my assistant,” She gestures to the woman behind her and continues, “Surya Shrivastav, we grew up together, and there is no one I trust more than her.”

Surya steps up and says, “Nice to meet you.” Then she moves back behind Liliana.

Liliana nods and then scans the line of women in front of her. “Please don’t be so stiff. Today is just a casual meeting. I have no intention of flipping the status quo. I have some ideas from my time in this school, but we can discuss that in the future. For now, I just want to greet the parents most involved in the school,” she explains.

Liliana then walks around the table and shakes the hands of the parents in line. You glance down the line. Liliana takes the parent’s hand, and then Surya leans in and whispers into Liliana’s ear. Liliana then makes a comment specific to the woman in front of her. This is unprecedented in all my time here.

Eventually, Liliana reaches you. She takes your hand, and Surya again says something into her ear. Her handshake is firm and steady as Liliana says, “I hear your daughters want to go to a different university. We’ll miss your capable hands in the PTA.”

You smile awkwardly. You know there have been nasty rumors about your daughter’s choice. You respond, “I still hope they will change their mind. But I support them either way.”

“As you should. I wish you luck if this is our only meeting,” As she speaks, a shock showing that the KDK activated; however, Lilianna doesn’t even flinch.

They then move on and talk to your sister. Mentioning that she’s glad that she is staying. After a few more casual handshakes, the meeting ends. You leave the oppressive building with Olivia.

“So what is it?” Olivia asks, grabbing your arm.

You look over at your clinging sister and question, “What are you talking about?”

“The KDK. It activated, right?”

You nod sheepishly. “Yeah. I need to turn off the auto register function.” Saying that, you open the app and turn off the auto register function.

“Stop stalling!” Olivia raises her voice while pulling on your arm.

“Alright, alright,” you say.

Liliana Kinsella Registered! +10exp

Liliana Kinsella

Role: Subject, School President

Age: 22

Kink: Submissive Wife

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