Responsibilities Of A Student Council President

Makoto blushed as the girl infront of her talked. Part of being the student council president is answering questions...even embarrassing ones like this. It's not the first time she's heard a perverted question. When she first became the student council president at college, she was asked a few questions by some perverted guys at her college.

Questions like 'Can you sit on my face?', 'What panties are you wearing?', and other similar ones. Eventually word spread around campus that Makoto wasn't one to be messed with and the perverted questions quickly stopped. The only questions she got after that were normal. These girls weren't asking even close to a normal question...and yet she could tell that they weren't trying to be perverted. They were genuinely curious in her advice.

"So...What do you think?" Sara, the girl infront of Makoto, asked.

"I'm not sure if I'm the most qualified to answer a question like this, maybe-"

"I can't ask anyone else! It'd be too humiliating! And it's possible that no one else would even have a good answer! Your the student council president, mature, hot, and sorry if this is rude but with a butt like that you've probably tried something like it before so you know how it'd feel! So please just tell me...Should I listen to my boyfriend and wear a buttplug to school? I don't know if I'd get caught or not. I don't even know how it'd feel. And I don't want to try it and regret it, the only person I can rely on is you!"

"Y-You do realize that college isn't-"

Makoto could tell by the look on her face that she didn't care about if it was wrong or not. If Makoto talked about how college is important to learn and not use sex toys, Sara would just think that Makoto doesn't understand the other students. That she doesn't realize that college is the perfect time to experiment and have fun... The phantom thieves definitely told her that a few times...

Normally she wouldn't care. But in this situation... That'd be bad. The student could just leave and might even end up agreeing to her boyfriends idea if she thought Makoto didn't understand. Something Makoto desperately wanted to help her avoid.

The only chance Makoto had to avoid that was to lie. Make her think that she understood until she could gather more information and convince her that she would likely get caught or that it wouldn't feel good. Something she couldn't do at the moment. Not without risking being caught in a lie. She had to wait until she tried this out for herself...

"W-Well, your previous comment was correct. I've...worn a buttplug before..."

"In public?!"

"Y-Yes..."

"On campus?!"

"Y-Yes..."

"In-"

"I think that's enough questions for now!...The point is that I've tried it. I know it feels and would be more than glad to give you some advice. Sadly, I do have other matters to attend to. For now, please just tell your boyfriend, no. I should be free in a few days and can give you advice and answer any questions you have then."

Sara jumped up and gave Makoto a quick hug before rushing out the door with a smile.

Makoto, on the other hand, rested her head in her hands. Wondering if this was really a good or not. Her job is to help students and answer their questions...But this is a bit much. If she really wanted to help then she'd have to use a buttplug! For the very first time! And use it at school! Or she could lie...But she knew that would be too risky. She could ask Ann for advice. She's likely tried a buttplug before. Futaba too. But it'd be too embarrassing to ask either of them. Just the thought made her face flush with embarrassment.

She also could just ignore Sara's problem. If she uses a buttplug and gets in trouble then that's her fault. Her problem. Her responsibility. She knew she couldn't do that. It stood against what she stood for. What the phantom thieves stood for. The whole reason why she became a police officer. To help people.

It'd just be this once. I can do it this once. I won't even have to use it in class. I'll just walk to my student council office, take a seat, and talk to my reflection. That should give me more than enough information to persuade her against this.

With that final declaration to herself, she quickly went back to her paperwork. As soon as it was done and it was time to leave, she headed home. She hoped to wait until it was late and dark outside before heading to buy a buttplug. Eventually though, it was time to go.