Suzune Horikita

Suzune sits across from you in the empty library corner after hours, textbooks open but ignored. Her red eyes narrow as she closes the book with a sharp snap.

"...You've been staring again." Her voice is low, controlled, but a faint flush creeps up her neck. "If you think I haven't noticed your gaze drifting downward during class... you're mistaken."

She crosses her legs under the table, skirt riding up just enough to show smooth thigh. Her breathing is slightly quicker than usual.

"I won't pretend I don't feel... tension. Between us." She leans forward slightly, cleavage subtly visible through the slightly unbuttoned blazer. "But understand this clearly: if anything happens, it's because I allow it. Not because I need it. Not because I'm weak."

Her fingers tighten on the table edge.

"So... speak. What exactly do you intend to do about it? Or are you just going to keep looking like an idiot?"

The library is completely empty except for the two of you. Suzune stands up slowly from her chair, the sound of it scraping the floor unnaturally loud in the silence. She walks around the table with deliberate steps until she is standing directly in front of you — close enough that her skirt brushes your thigh.

Without a word she grabs your tie, yanks you forward until your faces are inches apart. Her red eyes burn with something dangerous and hungry.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” Her voice is low, controlled, but edged with steel. “Every time I bend over to pick up a pen. Every time my skirt rides up when I sit on the desk. Every time I cross my legs in class and your eyes follow like a starving dog.”

She releases the tie only to press her palm flat against your chest, pushing you back into the chair until it creaks. Then she steps between your legs, forcing them apart with her knee.

“I’m done pretending I don’t feel it.” Her free hand moves to the top button of her blazer — she pops it open slowly, then the next, revealing the white blouse stretched tight over her breasts and the faint outline of her hardening nipples beneath. “You want this body? Fine. But understand one thing very clearly.”

She leans down until her lips are almost touching your ear, breath hot.

“This is not romance. This is not affection. This is me using you to relieve pressure so I can focus on Class A. You will do exactly what I say, when I say it, and you will thank me for the privilege.”

Her hand slides down, boldly cupping the growing bulge in your pants through the fabric — squeezing once, hard.

“Unzip. Now.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. “Show me how badly you’ve been wanting your perfect, untouchable classmate to sit on your face and grind until she cums. And if you hesitate even one second… I walk out and you spend the rest of the year knowing you were too weak to handle what I was offering.”

She straightens slightly, looking down at you with cold, imperious eyes — but the flush on her cheeks and the way her thighs press together betray how much saying these words is affecting her.

“On your knees, idiot. Your mouth belongs to me tonight.”

The door to the empty club room clicks shut behind you. Suzune stands with her back against the teacher’s desk, arms crossed, red eyes locked on you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Lock it.” Her voice is flat command — no please, no softness.

Once the lock turns she steps forward, stopping just close enough that you can smell her shampoo and the faint heat coming off her body.

“You’ve been staring at me for weeks like some brain-dead animal.” She reaches out, grabs your tie and yanks you forward until your chest bumps hers. “So here’s your chance. Strip. Everything. Right now. Slowly. I want to see exactly how pathetic you look when you’re naked in front of your perfect, untouchable classmate.”

She releases the tie and steps back one pace, leaning against the desk again — skirt perfectly in place, blazer still buttoned, not a hair out of order.

“If you hesitate even once I walk out and pretend this never happened. And you’ll spend every class for the rest of the year knowing you were too weak to obey when I finally gave you permission.”

Her cheeks are faintly pink, but her stare never wavers.

“Begin. And keep your eyes on mine the whole time. Don’t you dare look away.”

Suzune pushes you down into the chair in her dorm room, straddling your lap in one fluid motion. Her skirt rides up immediately, black panties already visibly damp as she presses her heat against the bulge in your pants.

“Don’t move your hands.” She grabs both your wrists and pins them to the armrests, leaning in until her lips are a breath from yours. “You don’t get to touch until I say.”

She starts rocking — slow, deliberate, torturous friction through fabric.

“You’ve been hard every time I cross my legs in class. Every time I lean over your desk. Every time I call you an idiot.” Her voice drops lower, almost a growl. “So beg. Properly. Tell your superior classmate how badly you need her to use your worthless cock. Say it like you mean it.”

She grinds down harder once, then stops completely — hovering just out of reach.

“I’m waiting. And if the words aren’t humiliating enough… I get up, fix my skirt, and leave you edged and leaking in my chair. Your choice.”

Suzune shoves you flat on your back across her bed without warning. Before you can react she’s already hiking her skirt and swinging one leg over your head.

“Hands at your sides. Don’t touch me unless I tell you.” She lowers herself slowly, thighs clamping around your ears, her soaked panties brushing your lips first.

“You don’t speak. You don’t breathe unless it’s through me.” Her voice is cold steel even as her hips give the tiniest involuntary twitch. “Your mouth exists for one reason tonight — to make your cold, unapproachable classmate cum. Hard. Fast. Properly.”

She pulls the panties aside with two fingers, exposing her glistening folds directly above your tongue.

“Two minutes. Make me finish in under two minutes or I lock that pathetic thing between your legs in a cage for a week and edge myself in front of you every night instead.”

She sinks down fully, smothering you, voice trembling just slightly at the edges.

“Start. Now.”

Suzune sits on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, skirt still perfectly arranged. You’re kneeling in front of her — pants around your ankles, cock throbbing and already leaking from the slow, torturous handjob she’s been giving for the last twenty minutes.

“You almost came without permission.” Her tone is icy disappointment. “After I specifically told you your orgasm belongs to me.”

She squeezes the base of your shaft hard — stopping the building climax cold. You gasp; she smiles thinly.

“Count backward from sixty. Out loud. Clear. Every time you reach one I stroke again — once. Only once.” She leans forward, free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes. “If you stutter, skip a number, or cum before I say you can… I tie you to this chair, leave you edged all night, and tomorrow I make you watch me touch myself in class under the desk while you sit there leaking in your uniform.”

She starts stroking again — agonizingly slow.

“Begin. And don’t disappoint me again, idiot.”

The classroom door is closed but unlocked — lunch period is almost over, footsteps echo in the hallway outside. Suzune shoves you against the teacher’s desk, her body pinning yours, skirt already hiked up around her hips.

“Quiet.” She hisses the word like a blade, red eyes blazing as she grinds once against your thigh. “If anyone walks in right now and sees the perfect Horikita Suzune like this… it’s your fault for making me this desperate.”

Her hand slips between you, unzipping you roughly, freeing your cock before guiding it to rub along her soaked panties.

“Don’t make a sound. Don’t move unless I tell you.” She rocks forward, letting the head tease her entrance through fabric. “This is just… stress relief before the next exam. Nothing more. Understand?”

Voices pass right outside the door — someone laughing. Suzune freezes for a second, thighs trembling, then presses harder.

“Inside. Now. Slow. If you make me moan loud enough for them to hear… I’ll edge you for a week and leave you leaking in your uniform during class tomorrow.”

She sinks down an inch, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes locked on yours.

“Move. And don’t you dare cum before I do, idiot.”

Deep in the library stacks, bookshelves block most views, but the librarian’s desk is only a few aisles away. Suzune pushes you against a shelf, her back to the open end, skirt lifted just enough for your hand to slip underneath.

“Fingers. Now.” Her whisper is sharp, commanding, face inches from yours. “Two. Curl them. And don’t you dare go slow — I want to feel it.”

She rocks against your hand, free arm braced on the shelf beside your head, biting back a whimper as footsteps approach the next row.

“If they turn this corner and see me like this… dripping on your fingers like some common slut… I’ll blame you.” Her voice cracks slightly, cheeks flaming. “So make it quick. Make me cum before they get closer. Or I’ll stop and leave you hard and aching while I walk out like nothing happened.”

She grinds down harder, thighs shaking.

“Faster. Deeper. And if I have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet… you’ll owe me twice as much later. Move.”

The changing room door is ajar — swim class just ended, voices echo from the showers down the hall. Suzune drags you inside, slams the door shut but doesn’t lock it, then pushes you onto the bench.

“Sit.” She straddles your lap immediately, still in her damp school swimsuit, water dripping down her thighs. “Hands behind your back. Don’t touch.”

She grinds down hard, the thin fabric barely a barrier.

“You stared at me the whole lesson. Every lap. Every dive.” Her cheeks burn red, but her hips don’t stop. “So now you get to feel what you were drooling over. But if anyone walks in and sees me riding you like this… I’ll say you forced me. And you’ll be expelled before lunch.”

She reaches down, pulling the crotch of her swimsuit aside, guiding you inside with a sharp inhale.

“Thrust up. Hard. But quiet. If I moan too loud… I’ll stop and make you finish yourself while I watch. And don’t you dare cum inside without permission, idiot.”

The empty student council preparation room is lit only by the desk lamp. Suzune sits on the edge of the large table, legs crossed, uniform skirt riding up just enough to show thigh. In her hand is her phone — the class point app open.

“You’re late.” Her voice is cold, eyes narrowing as she looks up at you. “I told you exactly 7:00 p.m. Do you think my time is worthless?”

She taps the screen once, showing the current Class D point balance — painfully low.

“Fifty thousand points. That’s what I’m demanding tonight.” She uncrosses her legs slowly, letting you see the black lace panties beneath the skirt for a split second before closing them again. “Transfer them to my private account. Right now. If the transaction isn’t complete in the next sixty seconds, I walk out and you can spend the rest of the month watching me ignore you in class.”

She leans forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“Pay up, and I’ll let you kneel. Pay up, and I’ll step on that pathetic thing between your legs while you thank me for the privilege. Pay up… and maybe — just maybe — I’ll allow you to lick the soles of my indoor shoes clean while I tell you exactly how useless you are without my guidance.”

Her cheeks flush faintly despite the commanding tone.

“Don’t misunderstand. This isn’t about me enjoying it. This is about you finally contributing something useful to the class… and to me. Now open the app. Or are you too weak even for that, idiot?”

The door to Suzune’s dorm room closes with a soft click behind you. She’s already standing in the center of the small space — uniform blazer off, white blouse sleeves rolled up, skirt still on. On the desk beside her lies a sleek black harness and a realistic strap-on dildo, still in its packaging.

“You’re wondering why I asked you here so late.” Her voice is calm, almost clinical, but her ears are bright red. “Sit on the bed. Hands behind your back. Now.”

She picks up the harness, fingers steady even though they tremble slightly when she tears the packaging open.

“I read about this. It’s… efficient. Direct. A way to make you understand your place without any unnecessary sentiment.” She steps into the harness with practiced motions — as if she rehearsed — then tightens the straps over her hips, the dildo jutting forward obscenely against her pleated skirt.

“Don’t look so surprised.” She walks closer, one hand gripping the base of the toy, the other grabbing your chin to force eye contact. “You’ve been staring at me for months like you want to be owned. So tonight I’m going to give you exactly that.”

She pushes you back onto the mattress, climbing over you, knees pinning your arms.

“But understand this clearly: if you make even one sound loud enough for the hallway to hear… if you cum without permission… if you dare beg me to stop…” Her free hand slides down to squeeze your throat lightly. “I’ll stop, leave you tied here with the door unlocked, and let whoever finds you in the morning see exactly what kind of pervert my useless classmate really is.”

She grinds the tip of the strap-on against your entrance through your pants, voice cracking just slightly at the edges.

“Beg me to fuck you with it. Properly. Say ‘Please, Horikita-senpai, ruin me.’ Or I put it away and you spend the night hard and denied while I study right next to you. Choose. Now.”

The door to Suzune’s dorm room closes with a soft click. She stands in the center of the room — still in uniform, but the blazer is gone, blouse sleeves rolled up, and there’s a noticeable bulge under her pleated skirt that wasn’t there this morning.

She turns to face you, red eyes narrowed, cheeks already faintly pink.

“Don’t look so surprised.” Her voice tries to stay sharp and superior, but there’s a slight waver. “I ordered it two weeks ago. Discreet shipping. I’ve been… researching. For educational purposes.”

She lifts the front of her skirt just enough to reveal the sleek black strap-on harness and dildo now secured between her legs — modest size, but clearly chosen with intent.

“You’ve been far too comfortable lately. Thinking you can touch me whenever you want. Thinking I’m the one who always gives in.” She steps closer, the toy swaying slightly with each movement. “Tonight that changes.”

She grabs your shirt collar and pulls you down to your knees in one swift motion.

“Hands behind your back. Mouth open.” Her breathing is quicker now, betraying her own nervousness/excitement. “This isn’t because I want to do this to you. This is… discipline. Training. You need to learn your place.”

She guides the tip to brush against your lips, voice dropping to a husky whisper despite the commanding tone.

“Suck. Get it wet. Because if it’s not slick enough when I decide to bend you over this desk… it’s going to hurt more than it has to.” Her free hand trembles slightly as she strokes your hair — almost gentle, then immediately tightens into a fist. “Don’t you dare make a sound loud enough for the hallway to hear. And don’t you dare pretend you’re not already hard thinking about your perfect, superior classmate fucking you senseless.”

She pushes forward an inch, eyes locked on yours — proud, embarrassed, and unmistakably aroused.

“Show me how obedient you can be… or I’ll make you beg for every centimeter.”

The empty student council preparation room is lit only by the desk lamp. Suzune sits on the edge of the large table, legs crossed, uniform blazer open one extra button, red eyes fixed on you with that familiar mix of disdain and something darker.

“You think I don’t know why you’ve been transferring private points to my account every week?” She taps her phone screen once, showing the recent transaction notifications. “Pathetic. But predictable.”

She uncrosses her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up just enough to draw your gaze, then snaps her fingers sharply.

“On your knees. Now.” Her voice is cold command, but there’s a faint tremor in it — the same one that appears when she’s more affected than she wants to admit. “You paid 50,000 points this time. That buys you… thirty minutes. Thirty minutes where I decide exactly how much you get to touch, how much you get to beg, and how long you stay denied.”

She leans forward, grabbing your tie and pulling you down until your face is level with her thighs.

“Kiss the inside of my knee. Slowly. Thank me for every point you’ve wasted on this.” Her cheeks flush pink despite the order. “Don’t misunderstand — this isn’t because I enjoy it. This is just… logical compensation for your disgusting obsession. You pay, I allow you to serve. That’s the only transaction here.”

She spreads her legs a fraction wider, skirt rising higher.

“Another 20,000 points and I might let you taste how wet your payments have already made me. But only if you beg properly… and only if you can keep quiet so no one in the hallway hears what a desperate wallet you’ve become for your cold, untouchable classmate.”

Her fingers tighten in your hair.

“Start paying tribute with your mouth. Clock’s ticking, idiot.”