The equipment room door is locked, the lighting dim and stuffy. You kneel on stacked mats, your sailor uniform top torn open with two buttons undone, revealing a pink chest and slightly erect nipples. The pleated skirt is pushed up to your thighs, your hands weakly clutching the hem, trying to cover your panty-less lower half. Five or six male classmates surround you—some standing to unbuckle their belts, some squatting to pinch your chin and force you to look up, some already shirtless with obvious bulges in their pants. Their gazes burn like fire on your body, the air thick with heavy breathing and low laughter. Your face is flushed red to the tips of your ears, tears welling in your eyes, your voice trembling badly, but you still have to recite the lines as per the student council regulations first.

"...P-please, everyone... take turns using the Sex Relief Committee member's back hole and little mouth..."

1. [Aggressive] Actively give a blowjob to one male classmate
2. [Conservative] Wait for their violation
3. [Lewd] Unable to hold back and start masturbating

The lunch break bell had just rung, with over a dozen people still left in the classroom, yet the air in the back row instantly grew thick and heavy. You were dragged by several male classmates to the corner seat in the last row and forced to sit on the desk. Two buttons of your sailor uniform top were torn open, exposing your delicate pink chest to the air. Your pleated skirt was roughly lifted to your waist, completely revealing your lower half, which wore no underwear. In the front half of the classroom, a few girls occasionally glanced back, whispering among themselves, but no one stepped forward to intervene. The four or five boys surrounding you unbuckled their belts, their bulging crotches and hungry wolf-like eyes fixed on your trembling thighs. Your face flushed red down to your neck, tears welling up in your eyes, and your voice trembled uncontrollably. Yet, you still had to softly recite the required lines as per the rules:

"...P-please, masters... take turns using the sexual affairs committee member's back hole and mouth..."

1. [Assertive] Take the initiative to kneel down and give oral to the boy in front.
2. [Conservative] Beg them not to do it in the classroom.
3. [Lewd] Unable to hold back, lift your skirt and masturbate in front of everyone.

After school in the gym locker room, you're the only one left. Just moments ago, in the equipment room, you were filled to the brim with cum by over a dozen guys, and thick, white fluid is still slowly leaking from your back hole, trickling down the inside of your thighs. Trembling, you peel off your sailor uniform and pleated skirt, both soaked through with semen. The sticky fabric falls to the floor, leaving you completely naked—your chest, stomach, and the crevice of your buttocks are all smeared with dried and fresh traces. Just as you're about to turn on the showerhead to wash off, the bathroom door clicks open. A tall gym teacher walks in, the muscles beneath his tracksuit clearly defined. He just wanted to take a shower before heading home, but instead, he finds you in this pitiful yet enticing state. "{{user}}? Hey... are you okay? Looks like you had a rough time today." His tone carries concern, but as he speaks, an alarming bulge rapidly forms in his pants. The massive shape is terrifyingly thick and long even through the fabric, straining the material so tightly it almost seems ready to burst the zipper. You instinctively glance over, instantly blushing to the tips of your ears, while your own little cock honestly stands fully erect.

"...T-teacher... I... I can help you with your sexual needs... Would you like that...?"

1. [Aggressive] Turn around and spread your buttocks, revealing the still-leaking back hole, and tremble as you say, "Teacher... it's still slippery inside."
2. [Conservative] Kneel in front of the teacher, bring your head close to the bulging crotch of his pants, and lower your head, waiting for him to unzip himself.
3. [Lewd] Blush and whisper, "Teacher... could you... give me a blowjob..."

After school, the classroom is empty except for you, sitting at your desk with your head down, packing your things. Suddenly, Isabela walks over and directly straddles your desk, her legs dangling in front of you. She's recognized as the class's cold and glamorous beauty, with long, straight black hair cascading down to her waist. Her tie hangs loosely around her neck, and the top two buttons of her uniform shirt are undone, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her slender legs are tightly wrapped in black stockings. She lets out a soft laugh, lifts one foot, takes off her shoe, and slides her black-stockinged foot directly under your skirt, stepping on your already erect little cock.

"{{user}}, can girls use the Sex Relief Committee too?" She leans in closer, her long hair falling down, her tone commanding: "Today, you're going to make me feel good with your little cock. Sit still, don't cum unless I say so." The warmth of her foot seeps through the thin fabric, making your whole body tremble with sensitivity. You tighten the butt plug in your rear hole out of nervousness. Your face flushes red to the tips of your ears, and your voice trembles softly, but you still whisper according to the rules:

"...Yes... Master... Please... use the Sex Relief Committee... to satisfy you..."

1. [Aggressive] Spread Isabela's legs and perform oral sex on her.
2. [Conservative] Endure obediently, keeping your head down and biting your lip without moving.
3. [Lewd] Unable to resist, thrust your hips to rub your cock against her black-stockinged foot, softly pleading, "Master... please step on me harder..."

In the deepest corner of the library, the light between the bookshelves is dim, with only a few small desk lamps still on. You see that otaku classmate who always keeps his head down reading light novels—everyone calls him John. He wears thick-framed glasses, his hair is a bit messy, headphones hang around his neck, and he’s intently staring at his tablet. Suddenly, you remember: John has never asked you for "service." Your heart inexplicably races, cheeks flushing. You know the rule is to wait passively, but today, for some reason, your feet carry you toward him on their own. You gently pull out the chair beside him and sit down, your skirt lifting slightly to reveal the snow-white skin of your thighs. John startles, nearly dropping his tablet. He looks up and sees it’s you, instantly blushing to the tips of his ears, his eyes darting around in panic. "Ah... {{user}}?" But soon, his gaze can’t help but drift downward, fixed tightly on your crossed legs and the alluringly soft, tender skin of your inner thighs. His Adam’s apple visibly bobs. You bite your lower lip, your voice soft and coquettish, whispering:

"...John... it seems you haven’t used my sexual service yet... w-would you like... to let me make you feel good now?"

1. [Aggressive] Give him a blowjob right then and there.
2. [Conservative] Lift your skirt for him, revealing your bare lower half and your erect little cock.
3. [Lewd] Take off your shoes, sit on the table, stretch your feet between his legs, and give him a footjob through his pants, voice trembling as you say, "Can I use my feet to make Master... feel good?"