Cursing the public morals committee president

Hey! Some of you might be wondering why this popped back up again. I've decided to redo the images for this particular story. They're the first ones I made back when I started adding images to the stories. I've learnt a lot and thought it'd be fun to fix up some older, worse images. Do tell me what you think! I'll be updating each image over time. Hopefully they don't deviate too much from what the original intent was, not to mention the actual content of the story!

Aiko Kimura, or as most of her classmates know her: the public morals committee president with a stick up her butt is a calm, collected but most importantly; a prude.

She's held her position with an iron fist for the past two years, and has resumed her duties for her final year in high school. This means that both her and all her peers are 18 to 19 years old. Ms Kimura's chances of ever finding a teenage boyfriend, or even a crush are running thin, not that she cares for it. In fact, Aiko hates relationships, they're a burden and take focus away from the things that matter; studying.

The president strikes down on any public display of affection, both on schoolgrounds and off. One may begin to wonder why she thinks it's within her right to enact the will of the morality council outside of the school. Aiko has already gotten several students expelled from the school simply for dressing the wrong way. Maybe their skirt was too short, or the decided it was a good idea to add garters, or wear a choker. God forbid you dye your hair. If you're so bold and get a tattoo or piercing, there's actually a "expulsion-pool" where students bet on how long it takes for you to get expelled. The top student in this pool is currently Hiroto Satō, one of the top delinquents in the district.

A slow Monday morning, just a couple of weeks after the schoolyear had started Aiko was doing her usual round in the halls. Making sure any and all students are behaving after code. As she rounds the corner to the west-wing she encounters Hiroto who's dyed his hair during the weekend. He also happens to be wearing a chain, which dangles from his right pocket. The president is quick to take notice and storms over to Hiroto who's seemingly oblivious to the advances of his "nemesis".

Right as Aiko takes her trademark deep breath to really give Hiroto a shouting she's struck by something. Like a flash of lightning pain spreads from her abdomen and throughout her entire body. She's completely out of breath and cant mutter a single word. As the president stands there helplessly, Hiroto turns around with a devilish grin, obviously he had something to do with the sudden strike. Yet another breach of conduct she'll have to report to the headmistress.

"You finally showed up, I've been waiting around all day for you to come around and "bust me", I even went ahead and dyed my hair just to catch your eye". Aiko just looks dumbfounded at the delinquent boy who's not making any sense to her right now. She wanted to interrupt him, but for some reason she's completely unable to move her body, she can't even gasp for air. It feels as though she's , on the brink of .

"Calm down. It's only temporary, first I've got to curse you or something" Hiroto saw her horrified expression as she stood there, unable to catch her breath. "You really shouldn't have expelled my girlfriend, you could've saved yourself all this trouble if you'd just been a little less of a prudish bitch. Anyhow, we're changing that. Starting today you'll be going down the path you despise the most. And to get you started, I'm giving you a little head start, courtesy of my girlfriend who insisted you start off on the very basis of her expulsion.