“Vice-Prez~! Vice-Prez~!”
You huff in anger as the Treasurer drapes herself over you. She’s been a thorn in your side for ages now, ever since that time you’d fucked her all over the Council Room. The pregnancy scare she gave you was more than enough for you to hate her—you’d had your worst few weeks of your life fearing that you’d actually gotten Kim Lip pregnant. She took her time revealing that you’d been the victim of her prank, and after that, you’ve never forgiven her.
“Come on, Vice-Prez~! We’re doing this job together! We can’t not talk!”
Kim Lip is insufferable. You can hear how smug she is, how proud of herself she is for manipulating the pair compositions within the student council members, which led to you being paired with her. She’d put a nice word in with Haseul, and here you are, stuck with her surveying the school field at the back of the compound as a potential spot for the next school fair.
“Fine. Only because we’re working.”
You can’t bear to look at your Treasurer. You’re pissed at her. She ruined your month and tormented you with that malicious prank. She left you scared, anxious, defeated, angry. You hate her. Hate her smug face. Hate the glee she drew from your panic, the laughter she enjoyed at your expense. You hate her. You hate her so much.
However, deep down, you know you don’t want to look at Kim Lip because of how hot she looks. Gone was her brown hair, swapped out for bright attention-grabbing pink. She’d swapped styles too—no more half-updo, now she wore loose pigtails. You hate to admit it, but many of your nights were spent imagining how you’d love to grab her by the hair and fuck her stupid fucking smug face, or how you’d love to tear her uniform off her and fuck her silly, make her your slut once again. You hated that after the ordeal with her, now you can’t get her out of your head. You can’t count how many times you’ve blown your load taking yourself back to the Council Room, reliving the memories of how good the sex was with the school whore.
“Vice-Prez, Vice-Prez, Vice-Prez~!”
“What?!”
You can’t take it anymore. You turn to glare at her, and she giggles.
“Made you look!”
You curse under your breath as you rake your eyes over her body. You just want to tear that blouse open and rip that skirt off her, and you can fuck the smugness out of her fucking slut body, right here—
“Oh, Vice-Prez, if you wanna do me again, all you have to do is ask, you know that?” Kim Lip bites her lip and smirks as she stares at the evident bulge tenting your pants. “You’re so funny, Vice-Prez. You hate me so much, yet you’re so fucking hard just by being with me. Was my pussy that fucking good—”
“Shut up,” you growl.
“—I can’t believe it, Vice-Prez. You hate me so much, and here you are mentally undressing me. You want me that much, don’t you? God, Vice-Prez, you’re such a fucking hypocrite. You’ve been so angry over that little prank and yet you want to do it all over again. I know you’ve been wanting to breed me again, to fuck my whore hole over and over—”
“Shut up.”
“—until I’m broken over that cock, right? You’ve wanted to fuck me silly just like all the other guys. God, you’re such a hypocrite, so fucking stupid just like the rest. I love it, I love that you’re all like that; it just means a whore like me can get all the cocks she wants—”
“SHUT UP!”
You explode. You nearly step forward to strike her smug grin off her face, and Kim Lip picks up on that.
“Oh dear, Vice-Prez, you were going to hit me, weren’t you? Pathetic. Hitting a woman just because you can’t handle the truth, mm? Admit it—you want me. You want me just like how all the other guys want me. And right now, you’re the worst of them all, because you’ll hurt someone just because you can’t admit how pathetic you are.”
With her words, you visibly begin to deflate. You have to admit she’s right. You want her so badly, despite your hatred. You look to your feet as helplessness seeps in.
“There’s something you can do about it, you know, Vice-Prez?”
Kim Lip laughs at your hopeful look. You’re eager for any solution.
“Come with me.”
You know it’s a trap.
You take a step.
Kim Lip smirks. She leads you around the side of the building, away from any prying eyes.
“You can have me, right here, right now.”
“What—What do you…”
“Come on, Vice-Prez, don’t act dumb with me. You want me, and I’ll let you have me. Kiss me, touch me, strip me, fuck me right here. Have sex with me right now.”
“No, Jungeun, fuck off.”
“Oh? Are you suuuure~?"
Kim Lip takes a step towards you, and you take one back. She does not stop advancing, and with a soft ‘thud’, she has you against the wall.
"But you’re so hard~”
Her hand slides over your bulge. She makes quick work of the clasp and zipper, and you groan when her hand disappears beneath the waistband of your briefs to fish out your hard cock.
“God, I’ve missed this cock so much…”
You bite back a moan when Kim Lip’s fingers deftly slide over your shaft and close around it. She glides her hand over your dripping tip and wets your shaft with your precum.
“So big, so wet, so good. Fuck, I’m so wet thinking about it…”
Kim Lip’s giggle next to your ear and the warm breath on your skin has you whimpering.
“Come on, let it out, Vice-Prez…
"I wanna know how much you want me.”
“F-Fuck!”
“That’s right, moan for me. You’re making me so wet right now.”
God, her wet pussy engulfing your cock, squirt after squirt of her orgasm splashing against your skin…
“Oh Vice-Prez, you’re twitching so hard…”
Jungeun’s tongue burns wet swipes over your skin, and you hear her hum at the taste of your sweat. She giggles as you close your eyes and turn away from her, ironically exposing more of yourself to her than creating an escape.
“Are you sure you don’t want to look at me, Vice-Prez?”
“N-No!”
“Mm, your loss, baby.”
Pop, pop, pop.
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