Later that Day

Sneaking the sex note was a little harder than Ichika had expected simply because he had the pleasure of meeting Cecilia Alcott, who took it upon herself to say how much of a disappointment he was for already under performing on the first day of classes. It’s not his fault that he accidentally threw out that textbook. Maybe if Chifuyu had just been home more, he could have asked her for another copy earlier. After trying to shake off a crowd of girls that seemed insistent on stalking him to his dorm, he finally arrived at the room. 1025 was the number on his slip, and it’s where he would be spending the rest of year as a student. Once Ichika stepped inside though, he wasn’t disappointed. It was nicer and bigger than his room at home. This would be a blast! Or at least that’s what he thought, until a familiar voice shouted form the dorm’s restroom.

“Is someone out there?”

Anyways, it didn’t take a genius to guess how all of that ended, which was with a practice sword to the forehead upon realizing that Houki was wearing bras now. Which made sense, given that her breasts were relatively large compared to some of the girls in the class. In any case, Ichika was not going to have any of it, not with the power of a sex god at his finger tips. It was currently ‘his turn’ in the shower room, and he had snuck the sex note inside with him using a bag that held some clothing. Naturally, he was expected to be fully clothed before exiting per the demands of a currently heated Houki, and not heated in a good way, yet. All Ichika had to do was think of a good way to write what he had in mind inside the Sex Note.

“Houki Shinonono will acknowledge Ichika Orimura as her ‘master’ in the dorm room, and even consider him such outside the dorm room as much as possible without changing her usual demeanor. She will be eager to please him while in the dorm by performing tasks expected of a house and sex ****, and follow his orders unless told otherwise by Ichika Orimura.”

‘Maybe that was stretching it a bit.’ Thought Ichika. He still wasn’t sure what the limits of the sex note were and while he was at IS Academy, surrounded by a bunch of curious eyes, he doubted he would fully get time to experiment with it much at all.

Ichika was supposed to exit the shower fully dressed, but with what he wrote, he was willing to risk life and limb to see if the Note would work as intended this time. It worked on the rooftop, so unless he was really stretching rule four on the note everything should be good to go. Ichika swallowed some spit before walking out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The concentrated water vapor from his hot shower spilled out like a mist across the floor, which was where he saw Houki prostrated before him clad in her kendo uniform. With her head down she began to speak.

“I’m sorry for mistreating you earlier, Master Orimura. May I make you some tea to make up for it?”

“Yeah,” Responded Ichika, “Some green tea would be nice.”

Ichika walked over to the foot of his bed and sat on it. This was a little more traditional than he was expecting. Houki was acting like his personal geisha—and even had the elegance of one—as she prepared a kettle for tea. Perhaps it was her more than traditional upbringing a the dojo/shrine that had her thinking this was the way she was supposed to treat her master. Ichika would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting a somewhat more sexy greeting, but there was something about her being prostrated before him that got his loins into a bit of a stir.

Kneeling before Ichika, Houki set a small towel to lay the hot teapot on and proceeded to pour him a glass of green tea, and presented it before him. Sitting with a wide stance at the edge of his bed Ichika felt safe enough to undo the towel on his waist finally and let his dick hang out. Then he grabbed the tea and took a sip.

“So, Houki, you’re sorry, are you?” Began Ichika before taking another sip.

“Yes, …Master.”

“Well, I can think of one thing you can do to help me forgive you, but as I recall, your blowjob skills are lacking. I thought you were supposed to be good with a sword?”

“I am! …Master.” Seems that last comment by him struck her pride a little bit. “Anything I don’t know I can learn fast, it’s how I won the national kendo tournament.”

“Oh, you better learn fast then, or I might not forgive your earlier outburst.”

It was all the permission Houki needed to scoot in a little closer putting her lithe body squarely between Ichika’s toned legs. Even looking at his semi-rigid member was enough to remind her how hard it had been to deal with his cock earlier in the day, but this time she’d be able to take it at her own pace with his hands occupied with his tea. Using her hand to lift his meat up she began stroking after licking his shaft from the base all the way to the head. Houki was sure to accumulate more spit than usual so it would be all lubed up while she rubbed him off. Like magic it grew within her hands, and when she began sucking on the tip like she would her favorite flavored Popsicle she got a moan from him.

Ichika definitely had to admit she was a fast learner, and he expressed his content whenever Houki did something right. She would have to get used to being on her knees in front him from now on. Meaning he wanted her to know just the right spots and methods that got him going without having to face-fuck her all the time. It was somehow more exciting this way anyway. He wasn’t sure what she was going to do next, wasn’t sure when Houki was going to try inhaling one of his balls or put her tongue inside his pee hole.

This is what Ichika was talking about! If he had to be in an all girls school he wanted to have every one of these condescending and judgmental sluts service him like this. It would turn IS Academy from nightmare fuel to heaven on earth. Never in a thousand years did he think Houki would be eagerly trying to prove just how good she was with a sword, his sword. Just his morning he was sure that she had developed some sort of deep hatred for him. Little did he know that her main reason for being upset is that Ichika had somehow landed himself in a school surrounded by her competition to his heart.

I wasn’t long before Ichika was cumming down Houki’s throat again, still failing to notify her while he slammed down the rest of his tea while painting her tonsils white. She was more prepared than last time though, his pleasure filled grunts giving her some indication that he was close and she had her hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft as he emptied his balls inside her mouth. She slurped it up as best she could, and while she still failed to get every last drop into her stomach, it was a world of improvement compared to this morning.

“Not bad, Houki. You are forgiven. Now it’s time to get some sleep.”

“Wait,” she cried between breaths, “Aren’t we gonna…?”

She stopped herself before she finished.

“Gonna, what?” Asked Ichika. He had a pretty good idea what she was going to ask. He did write the contents inside the sex note after all. Which he did remember to hide back in his bag before leaving the shower room.

“…sex?” Houki sounded a lot more timid this time as she completed her inquiry.

“Fuck you?!” Ichika laughed, “After physically hurting me the way you did? I’m sorry, Houki, but your lucky I even gave a **** like you the opportunity to be forgiven.”

Being rejected by her master caused a plethora of emotions run across Houki’s face in series, starting from shock all the way to dejected. The utter sadness on her face did seem to bring out Ichika’s good side a little bit though. So he let her stay in that state for a little bit between his legs before making a compromise.

“Tell you what, it is a little cold in this dorm. I’ll allow you to keep my bed warm with that body of yours, but no sexy business tonight. You didn’t earn it.”

“Thank you, Master.” Houki’s joy was genuine thanks to the Sex Note.

Ichika slept naked cuddling a Kendo uniformed Houki. He dreamed about a beautiful goddess that reminded him as a Japanese man he wasn’t always well-endowed, but it was a blessing bestowed on him for picking up her sex note. Ria wanted to make sure his gratitude was accurately placed if ever came the time she descended on his world to play a more active role. After all, going to school again with with only one male to fight for did sound fun.

The next day things got a little heated in class with Cecilia Alcott, the ‘premier’ IS pilot in the class apparently. But she had thrown some insults that really rubbed Ichika the wrong way. It was time to show her her place. Ichika would show her the might of the Orimura household for the sake of his sister, and the power of a note book that was inside his backpack.

A/N: This ends episode 1. Maybe I’ll do episode 2. I dunno.