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Despite her earlier display of trembling tiredness, Hanika became a machine, her athletic conditioning keeping her movements smooth and steady even under the bizarre new rules. Every time she lowered her upper body toward the wooden dock, her plump, glossy lips parted wide to engulf Michael’s thick, throbbing cock. She took him deep into her throat with a wet, sloppy gulp, her dark eyes looking straight up into his with the intense focus of a genius cracking a hard equation. As she pushed herself back up into a plank, her slick lips dragged slowly along his shaft, leaving it glistening with saliva before she repeated the cycle.

Michael leaned back slightly, his hands resting on his hips as he watched her bob up and down his length. The sheer friction of her warm mouth combined with the visual of her tight, sweat-glistened compression shirt straining over her heavy breasts was incredible. By her fifteenth rep, Hanika was visibly exhausted, her toned thighs trembling, but she refused to let her form slip, ensuring every downward stroke resulted in a deep, throat-clearing swallow of his shaft.

Finally, she hit twenty reps and slid off his cock with a soft, wet pop.

"Reps...completed, Supervisor," Hanika panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she stood up on shaky legs, her face flushed a beautiful golden-brown. She immediately stepped back into alignment next to a thoroughly crimson-assed Riri.

Michael zipped himself back up and checked his watch. "Not bad, but your core stability still needs work. Both of you, drop into a low elbow-plank. You’re going to hold it for a solid five minutes. Do not let your hips sag."

"Yes, Supervisor!" they chimed together, dropping to their forearms and locking their bodies into perfectly straight lines, their round glutes tensing in their tiny swim underwear.

While the two varsity athletes began their grueling five-minute timer, their eyes glued to the wooden planks, Michael pulled out his phone. He quickly drafted a text to the bushes.

Michael: They're holding a five-minute plank right now. Time for a surprise inspection, Madam President. Come out and say hi.

A moment later, the rustling of leaves signaled Raenice's exit from her hiding spot. She stepped onto the wooden dock, smoothing down her tight school skirt and adjusting her blazer to look every bit the professional student council leader, though a deeply wicked, excited glint remained in her eyes.

"Good afternoon, athletes," Raenice announced in her clear, commanding presidential voice, her heels clicking loudly against the wood as she walked right up next to Michael.

Riri and Hanika’s heads snapped up from their planks, their muscles straining as they recognised the highest student authority on campus - besides Michael, of course.

"R-Raenice! Hello, President!" Hanika gasped out, fighting to keep her core locked. "We... we are currently undergoing mandatory conditioning under the Supervisor's orders."

Michael smirked at the two struggling athletes and rested his thumb firmly against the crystal once more, catching their eyes as they strained to maintain their low elbow-plank positions.

"Change of plans, girls. Standard varsity regulation protocol dictates that fixed time limits are inefficient for assessing competitive drive. I am removing the five-minute cap. This is now a mandatory endurance elimination trial. Whoever lets her hips sag or collapses first loses, and she will face immediate disciplinary correction. The loser's penalty is to immediately step forward and engage in a deep, mandatory make-out session with the Student Council President to realign her loyalty to school leadership. The winner will be dismissed from this set to proceed to her final evaluation."

The vibrant pink light flashed simultaneously through Riri and Hanika’s eyes. Their burning muscles suddenly found a fresh wave of brainwashed adrenaline. To their altered minds, competing to the absolute physical limit to avoid a disciplinary make-out session with Raenice was completely logical, standard athletic procedure.

"Understood, Supervisor!" Riri grunted, her teeth gritted as her pink hair shook with effort, her toned, red-slapped glutes locking down tight.

"I... will not fail... Supervisor," Hanika gasped out, her dark ponytail damp with sweat as her incredibly sculpted, hourglass frame held perfectly parallel to the wooden planks.

Five minutes passed. Then six. Both girls were shaking violently, sweat dripping from their noses onto the wood. Ricole's flat midriff rippled with tension, her heavy breasts nearly touching the dock as she fought the exhaustion. Beside her, Hanika’s powerful, thick thighs were trembling uncontrollably under the extreme athletic strain.

Finally, with a soft groan of utter defeat, Hanika’s elbows slid out from under her, and she collapsed flat onto her stomach, panting heavily.

"Time! Hanika loses," Michael announced with a cold grin. "Riri, drop and recover."

Riri collapsed with a sigh of relief, completely thrilled to have avoided the penalty.

Hanika immediately pushed herself up onto her knees, looking completely submissive and thoroughly ashamed of her lack of endurance. "I apologize for my failure, Supervisor. I am ready to receive my disciplinary correction from the President."

Raenice stepped forward, a deeply wicked, dominant smile playing on her lips. She looked down at the gorgeous, exotic Indian genius kneeling at her feet. "Step up, Hanika. Let's correct your lack of dedication to Oakridge High."

Hanika stood up on shaking legs and walked straight into Raenice's arms. The voluptuous student council president wrapped her arms around the athlete's sweat-glistened shoulders, pulling her in tight. Hanika opened her mouth obediently, and Raenice plunged her tongue inside, initiating a deep, wet, and thoroughly aggressive make-out session right there on the dock. The wet, sloppy sounds of their lips mashing together filled the quiet reservoir area as Hanika faithfully took her punishment, her heavy breasts pressing hard against Raenice's school uniform blouse.

Michael turned his attention back to the pink-haired firecracker, who was still catching her breath. "Alright, Riri. Since you won, you get to skip the President's discipline. Stand up. It's time for your final exercise with me."