Kakegurui Smut Oneshots

Mary x Kirari - Join the Student Council

TW* Blood at the end

Mary POV:
When I think about how much the student council controls me, the blood rushes to my head and I want to Puke. Am I really okay with this? I stop in my tracks to take a breather and try to calm myself down before the hair on the back of my neck stands up to a voice that sends an icepick through my heart and a shock of electricity down my spine. A voice I've heard all too much about, the voice of the President.

"Mary Saotome, why don't you join me for a cup of tea, just the two of us." The woman puts emphasis on that last part, I turn around in caution to see the older girl staring down at me, her eyes cold and empty, squinting, obviously calculating something in her mind. I say nothing, as it won't matter if I fight back. Whatever the President says goes.

I sit down on her floral couch, sipping silently from her Ceylon Dimbula tea as Kirari remarks on how great the smell is. My hands are in fists on my knees, in obvious uncomfort at this whole situation, she then tells me to drink before it gets cold.

Kirari began to tell me how impressed she was when I found the loophole in the rule of the Debt Swapping Game, and if anyone would find that loophole, it would be me. She makes me almost choke on my tea, I'm nervous, am I about to get scorned by the President, or praised? She never speaks highly upon anyone, especially me who just arose out of my house pet debt. She has remorse in her voice saying they will have to get rid of the life plan they had for me.

I find it hard to swallow, my throat is feeling like it's caving in on me, "So what, that's not my problem, you and the council tried to force it on me." I try to fight back, but make sure to pick my words carefully so as not to piss her off.

She stands up, with obvious disdain as she walks towards a giant glass window she has in her office, the sun is beginning to set and it is painting the walls in beautiful yellow and orange hues, the lighting dances across all the surfaces of this god forsaken room as Kirari spits out, "Well, it doesn't matter anymore." She pauses for a moment, almost as if she was finding her words, she turns and looks me straight in my eyes, "Mary, Join the Student Council."

"Is that supposed to be funny? Why would I ever join the student council?" I could almost laugh. There's no way in hell she actually wants me to join her little council. There's no way in hell she dragged me all the way in here to propose such a stupid thing when she knows what my answer will me. She knows how much I loathe the council with every fiber of my being.

"I'm dead serious," The President remarked, "Stealing 310 million yen from the student council, now that's true skill." I look away, in hatred but also confusion, the woman notices this and recognizes her pressure, and in hopes I break, she begins walking towards me, "I'm telling you myself, you're more than worthy of the position."

Impossible. The woman keeps walking towards me, my whole body is cringing. There was a great silence before she began speaking again, realizing I hadn't jumped at the offer, "Wait, you're refusing an offer from me? The Student Council President?" Her ego is hurt, I can tell in her voice, I've really pissed her off now.

Icy fingers claw at my face as they force me to look into her eyes, towering over me in hopes to regain some of her ego back, hoping to become the dominant one once more, "And why is that? I know you're well aware of the advantages that the council affords you. So, tell me why? Are you scared of the other members? Is that why you'd inflict this kind of loss on the council? Or are you suspicious of me? Just tell me you'll consider it." Her questions are rapid fire, my legs have closed in on themselves, I'm shaking like a leaf, I'm hunkering down like a frightened chihuahua. I can't take this pressure. My mind is on fire, my hands and legs are shaking, the only thing I smell is her perfume and slight hints of tea on her breath.

My silence is a sign she's winning, and she will do anything to break me, her leg separates my closed ones, pushing up against my clit with her knee, she pulls my face closer to hers, "It's not smart to refuse me out right. So, tell me why." Her grip on my face is intensifying each second, her eyes growing colder, her jaw is flexed, "Tell me why." She almost whisper screams through gritted teeth, "I. Asked. You. A. Question." She put annunciation on each word as she stops grinding her knee into my clit and instead adds immense pressure to where it hurts, her eyes never blinking as they bore into mine, her body and mind is losing its cool, her eyes are glowing ablaze at my refusal.

Realizing she has dropped her professional cold facade for this angry and forceful one, also known as her true colors, she lets go of my chin, and cups my face as she backs off her knee. "Oh, my apologies, I suppose in this position your poor brain probably can't think at all." Her knee goes back to just grinding into my core, I can feel I am getting wet, albeit out of nervousness and terror or in pleasure. The woman positions her lips right over mine, almost teasing me, "You know, I find you extremely enigmatic, and I love that." She whispers as her eyes trail down to my lips, and slowly back up to my eyes.

I watch as her eyes go from hollow and fake, to almost hungry. Without instructing it to, my lower body is beginning to move ever so slightly in sync with her knee grinding on me. She places a deep kiss on my face as her thumb rubs on my cheek and onto my tragus in my ear.

"Allow me to show you one of the advantages of being on this council?" Her hand that isn't cupping my face slowly unbuttons the top button of my blazer, Her eyes connecting with mine, waiting for an answer.

"Is this your way of asking for consent, President?" The platinum haired girl's hands slowly moved towards the second button of my blazer.

"In simple terms, yes, I suppose." She nonchalantly added. Her eyes are still searching for an answer. My eyes slowly drift from hers to watching her knee expertly rub on my underwear which is definitely soaked by now, my eyes find their way back to hers, I slightly nod my head, allowing her consent.

She smirks as she removes my blazer and begins working on the white undershirt, expertly guiding her hands to remove the buttons, her hands moving swiftly, but not hurried, every move she makes is elegant.