Thomas found the notebook in the abandoned club room, its pages blank save for one line: *The world rewrites according to your will.* He laughed, scribbled "girls at school are for my pleasure, no questions asked," and closed it. The bell rang.

Ms. Tanaka, the homeroom teacher, called him to her desk after class. "Thomas-kun, your grades are slipping. We should discuss this privately." Her tone was matter-of-fact, but when he followed her to the empty staff room, she locked the door and dropped to her knees. "You must need stress relief. I can help," she said, unzipping his pants without hesitation.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard. She took it into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the tip like it was the most natural thing. "Your grades—hnn—will improve," she mumbled around his shaft, spit glistening on her lips. He grabbed her hair, fucking her throat with casual dominance. She gagged but kept sucking, her eyes wet but not pleading—just normal.

At lunch, the student council president, Yuki, intercepted him in the hallway. "There's an issue with the schedule. We need your opinion in the AV room." Once inside, she placed a small cushion on the floor and bent over a desk, pulling her skirt up. "Please, use me as a chair while you review the documents. You'll think better."

Her pussy was bare, slick with some wetness. Thomas sat, his cock sliding into her cunt with a wet squelch. She let out a soft, "Oh," but kept folding papers as he thrust. Each smack of his thighs against her ass punctuated