A bit of a role exchange

Makoto and Kawakami woke.

"Amamiya, Niijima," Kawakami said, not minding her nudity, nor Makoto's toplessness. "I hear congratulations are in order."

"Thanks," Makoto said, leaning her head on Ren's shoulders.

"Well, then!" Kawakami put her hands on her hips. "Consider me an early wedding gift! For today, I'll be your loyal slave! I'll follow any orders you give!"

"Any orders?" Makoto raised an eyebrow.

Kawakami nodded.

Makoto gained an evil grin.

"Become our student."

Kawakami nodded, blinked, then looked at Ren and Makoto with reverence.

"Amamiya-sensai, Niijima-sensai," she said. "I'm ready for my lesson!"

"Where is your homework?" Makoto asked.

Kawakami gasped, then felt up her naked body.

"I-I don't have it," she pouted.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Makoto shook her head and stood up. "Kawakami, I'm disappointed in you. You'll have to be punished."

Kawakami's eyes widened. "Punished?"

Makoto nodded. "Bend over on the desk."

Kawakami bent over on Ren's desk. Makoto got behind her and smacked her ass.

"Ah!" Kawakami cried.

"Repeat after me," Makoto said. "Naughty sluts must be punished."

"Naughty sluts must be punished!" Kawakami said as Makoto delivered another sharp smack.

"Keep repeating."

"N-naughty sluts must be punished. Naughty sluts must be punished. Naughty sluts must be punished."

Ren had never seen this domineering side of Makoto before. Well, he had, but only in the Metaverse, really.