Let Sayaka take charge.

"Okay." Kiyotaka muttered, doing his best to relax as Sayaka positioned herself. She seemed to have some idea of what she wanted to do, even if she was just as inexperienced as he was. Hold on. Kiyotaka wondered, was the Sex Note responsible for feeding her experiences, or was there some sort of "base instinct" that the book merely nudged? After all, if it commanded two people who'd never had sex before to go at it, then it had to ensure some sort of "guarantee" that the sex worked.

Sure, he wasn't a magical expert, but there had to be more to the book than just the few rules he'd seen. If anything-

"Kiyo?" Sayaka asked, as his train of thought cut off.

"Yes?" He asked, already breathing heavy just from the closeness of the two when she'd clambered up onto the desk with him.

"You're zoning again."

And then, without warning, she lowered herself down directly onto his engorged cock, slipping in with only a little bit of difficulty. "It's fine if you do it outside of times like these, but I think if we're going to keep doing something like this, we need to stay focused, right?" She smiled at him, and Kiyotaka didn't have any answer aside from a quick gasp, while she began gliding up and down- her own expression beginning to flush even at the starting pace.

Sayaka will feel pleasure from any sexual activities with Kiyotaka Ishimaru.

She'd already gotten slightly wet from the clothed stroking earlier, and everything else was just icing on the cake. It had been good to add that second rule, but it looked like it'd had a few side-effects he wasn't expecting.

For one, she was speeding up while he was still processing it. "You look like you're enjoying yourself." She spoke, smiling. "Honestly, I'm enjoying myself- god, this is what sex feels like? No wonder Toko's so pent up." Up and down she went, practically bouncing on his member as she used the desk to her advantage. "How close are you?"

"Pretty-"

"Great!" She interrupted, before she leaned in and kissed him, tongue feeling its way into his mouth with little to no resistance. His own tongue went to meet hers, and both locked. "I wan- fish togetha". It was a little hard to tell what she was saying, both from the shock of the kiss, and the fact that she was still trying to talk while both were connected in multiple ways.

"Cuminthree?"

"Inthree?"

"Imne." She withdrew her mouth from his, and sped up yet again, her own eyes glazing fully as she held up both of her hands, one finger raised with each. "One." A second finger. "Tw- FUCK!" She shouted as she spasmed, caught in the throes of her orgasm, followed by Kiyotaka's own shout of "CUMMING!" as his legs buckled.

He hadn't thought to pull out, though Sayaka clenched the moment he tried, her grin wide and her gaze distant for a few moments, as the gears turned in her head.

Kiyo?" Sayaka asked, keeping her grin wide.

"Yeah?"

"I probably shouldn't have done that. Still, this feels..." Her grin cracked.

"What?"

The bell rang, and Sayaka pulled herself off of him as she snapped out of it- taking a few minutes to move her legs, even as cum dripped down them.

"Shit. Okay- sorry." Off the desk she rolled, doing her best to get to her feet. "We need to move quick. Can you clean up here while I go get ready?"

"Huh?" Kiyotaka asked once, blinking. He'd expected there to be pillow talk. Something more...intimate. Longer.

"I know, I know- it's inconsiderate for me to just leave you right after we did this. Today's a half-day, and I need to get prepped. I can't go on stage like...this, you know?" She sighed, as she picked up the pink panties she'd discarded and put them on under her soaked skirt. "You should get dressed. We should...talk later. You have my number, right?"

"I have everyone's number." This was a state of fact, though some numbers had been harder to get than others. She chuckled at that as he clambered up from the desk, and then she leaned in and kissed him again, though it was shorter- more of a peck than a duel of tongues clashing for control of a shared space.

That hadn't been linked to the note. The sex was over.

"Love ya!" She pointed, grinning. "If you ever need help with women's anatomy, just give me a call sometime when I'm off!"

She didn't even wait for him to react before she stumbled out the door in a rush.

"Phew." Kiyotaka muttered. "So, that turned out better than I thought it would." Now it was just him, nude in a classroom.

That was, until he spotted the cupboard door ajar, with a single pair of large wide-rimmed glasses looking directly at him.

Toko Fukawa sat in it, her long skirt pulled up, two of her left fingers inside her elastic, gray underwear. She'd froze like a deer in the headlights the moment they'd made eye contact.

Sayaka Maizono will attempt to ensure Kiyotaka Ishimaru is alone before she does any sexual acts, and will wait until after class to engage in any sexual activities.

Sayaka Maizono will "attempt" to ensure Kiyotaka Ishimaru is alone before she does any sexual acts, and will wait until after class to engage in any sexual activities.

"Wait." Kiyotaka muttered as the specific wording of the rule clicked in his mind, as his red eyes widened, and Toko got to her feet with the type of athletic poise not befitting a perfectly normal novelist, quickly covering her legs up with the change in position. Her eyes flicked from his nude body to his clothes- and the notebooks he'd left on his desk.

"Wait. Wait." Kiyotaka repeated, as what little adrenaline hadn't been spent making a risky decision quickly flooded into his legs, as he began to make a dash towards the already in motion Toko.

"Wait, wait, wait-"