Get on the desk, Kiyotaka. Prepare for the lesson.

"You know, the instructor's desk might work better for this. He's probably having his smoke break right now anyway." Sayaka muttered, as she glanced to the door. "It's bigger for what I have in mind. First though, could you come to the front and strip down for me?"

In the front of the classroom? Normally, this would be appalling to him. After all, the classroom was a sanctum of knowledge, a place where one learned the truth about the world- and occasionally, several things in the curriculum that weren't taught elsewhere. Hope's Peak after all, was a temple of academic integrity, and for a moment, Kiyotaka hesitated.

Then Sayaka unbuttoned the top button of her blouse while tilting her head just a slight bit as she looked at him, and he was reminded of the star power idols had. Besides, wasn't the body a temple too?

"RIGHT!" He shouted as he sprinted forth, as Sayaka gasped slightly and the cupboard at the back of the class coughed. "I'M HERE TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ANATOMY LESSON!"

"You should really quiet down, Kiyotaka. I love the enthusiasm, though!" She replied, doing her best to keep a low volume as he eagerly removed the suit-jacket that represented Hope's Peak, quietly folding it and placing it onto one of the front desks. Then came his undershirt, his socks, his shoes, and finally-

"You're sure this is okay?" He muttered, as he unbuttoned his pants and began to lower them.

"Kiyo. This is the kind of question you ask before you take your jacket off." She giggled at that, then nodded. "Yes, it's okay. I wasn't kidding about liking you, you know." Her smile was wide, and her eyes were laser focused as he peeled his jeans off.

"Briefs too." She muttered. "Sorry, briefs too!" She repeated, just a little louder. "Today I'm going to be studying a very particular piece of male anatomy that I can't really study elsewhere."

"Online?"

"I may be an idol, but I'm not that kind of idol, Kiyo!" She grumbled, her cheeks slightly puffed out as he raised his hands in apology.

"I was joking."

"Well, I wasn't."

"Sorry." Kiyotaka continued, as he lowered his briefs. Her smile returned as his semi-hard cock emerged.

"Apology accepted! It is big. I wouldn't have minded either way, but it's good to confirm, right? Now- the desk. I don't know how much time we have before we get caught.

It took no convincing at this point. If it hadn't been made of hardwood, he probably would have dove onto it in his excitement. What was this feeling?

The Ultimate Idol liked him. She'd been completely honest thanks to how the note targeted her. It had to be like whatever the luckiest man in the world felt like.

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Two classrooms away, Makoto Naegi sneezed. It'd been weird not to hang out with Sayaka today, but she had a half-day to prep through, and Kiyotaka was helping her with her studies. He was a good pick.

The two people he was sandwiched between were normally good picks as well, but today they'd both been caught up in something of their own.

"Have you heard the news?" Kyoko Kirigiri asked, turning to both him and the Ultimate Affluent Progeny to his right. "The Prime Minister just engaged in an illicit activity live on television."

"You're telling me that water is wet?" Byakuga asked, raising an eyebrow. "How interesting. Perhaps you and Shuichi can bond over it at your "detective club."

"Agency." Kyoko corrected. "And no, this one holds some differences."

"Elaborate, before I get bored." A hand wave.

"He had unprotected sex with China's general secretary on international television."

Makoto blinked. Byakuga froze.

"You can't be serious." He murmured.

"I believe the phrasing that Miss Iruma would use would be "took it right in the ass." She paused, squinting at Byakuga. "Would you like to see the footage?"

"Absolutely not. If what you're saying is true, then this will affect the markets- public relations- everything. Why? Why would they do this?" He hissed, dialing a number on his phone.

"But why?" Makoto asked, thinking. "Why do that on live television?"

"I have a few theories." She murmured, before quieting down.

"Care to elaborate?" Byakuga murmured as the line rang.

"Not really. At least, not yet." She replied with a slight smirk.

"How haven't I heard of this already? Wait- where is Toko?" Byakuga exclaimed, before blinking.

Makoto, Kyoko, and Byakuga sat there for a moment in silence.

"Did you tell her she could leave the cupboard, Byakuga?" Makoto asked, doing his best not to immediately put his palm to his face.

"It's more like a portable closet. She'll be fine." Byakuga muttered back. "We could all use a little bit of peace and quiet right now."

"Of course. Provided we go to get her in a few minutes." Kyoko interjected.

"Ten."

"Five."

"I can get her, if you want me to-" Two glances at Makoto.

"We'll get her together in a bit. Ten." Byakuga reiterated, as Kyoko glared.

"Six."

"Nine."

"Seven."

"I'll stop negotiations at eight. Acceptable?"

"Acceptable." A gloved hand shook at Byakuga's right arm, as the person on the other end of the phone picked up.

"Good." Byakuga smiled, before his expression soured. "Report." He grumbled into the phone. "I want every update from the past eight hours on the markets. How bad is it?"

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"Very good, Kiyotaka!" Sayaka replied, as she placed her face directly to the side of his crotch. "It's kind of veiny up close. Got a scent to it too- was that from me?" She grinned. "I said I needed to be a bit thorough- but we should probably be quick, huh? I don't want you to think I'm just skipping through to the main event, but I know you don't want to be late to classes too much- and if I'm late to my shoot, people are going to ask around."

Kiyotaka coughed. Sayaka coughed. The cupboard coughed again.

Wait, had he heard that? No- no, he hadn't. The only thing he had heard was the telltale sound of Sayaka climbing onto the desk with him as she leaned inwards, her left hand reaching into her skirt and yanking down a pair of cheap, inexpensive, slightly dampened pink panties.

"Don't worry, Kiyo- this won't be the only time we do it, okay?" She asked, as she tossed them to the side with her left hand. "I've got a spare change of clothes for later today, so don't feel too upset if you get these messy, alright?

"Of course." Kiyotaka spoke, doing his best to lift his head up before she pressed it back down with a slightly damp left hand. "Relax. I'm coming to you, okay?"