Chapter 22: The Class President Is…

His eyes opened slowly, filled with confusion.

It felt like he’d slept forever, but he hadn’t dreamed.

And…

Why did his wrists and ankles hurt so much?

He tried to move, but he couldn’t. Looking down, he saw someone had tied him to the bed!

[What happened? What happened!?]

His head was still foggy. The last thing he remembered was eating the Class President’s food.

[Wait, the Class President!]

His mind cleared instantly. No matter how far-fetched, it all made sense now.

“You’re finally awake.”

The familiar voice made Ling Yuan’s body jolt, his face paling.

“I’ve been waiting so long, Ling Yuan~”

Yixin Xue appeared, sitting beside him.

Her eyes brimmed with tender affection, her voice dripping with love.

She gazed at the bound Ling Yuan with warmth, but his eyes betrayed unmasked panic.

“Class President… what are you doing…?”

His limbs were weak, useless—or even if he had strength, the restraints wouldn’t budge.

“Ah~ Am I really no match for your paper waifus?”

Yixin Xue murmured self-deprecatingly, her fingers brushing his face.

“But in this situation, your paper waifus can’t save you. You’re mine to play with~”

“Class President… a forced melon isn’t sweet…”

Ling Yuan made a final plea.

“But it quenches thirst~”

“It’s not tasty…”

“How would you know without trying~?”

The white-haired girl leaned down, her pale face nearing the bound boy.

She lifted his chin like it was a delicate crystal goblet.

Her tongue parted his lips, meeting his, savoring him like fine wine, exploring every inch.

Her breathing was heavy. Ling Yuan, initially resistant, gave up. Her soft, sweet tongue was oddly enchanting, leaving a lingering taste.

But it was all her—she moved while he lay there, a lifeless puppet, offering no response.

A glistening trail dripped from their lips. His eyes were unfocused, panicked, dazed, a mess—his breathing ragged, like he’d nearly drowned.

“Mmm—”

After what felt like ages, Yixin Xue pulled back, leaving Ling Yuan gasping. A shimmering thread lingered between their tongues.

Strange—she was a first-timer too, yet so greedy.

“How was it?”

She covered her face to hide her shyness.

“Uh…”

His mind was blank, still reeling.

“What’s wrong?”

She poked his cheek. It was just ten minutes of kissing—how was he so dazed? He was so lively before…

Did she go too far…?

[But he didn’t respond at all. I was doing all the work…]

“Hm, some progress, so let’s push further.”

Her lips curved slyly as her hand reached for his belt.

“No, no, no! Class President! Stop! Wait! Don’t!”

Her hand froze at his frantic cry.

“W-what…?”

“Too fast… don’t…”

“Hm? From any angle, I’m the one losing out, right? You didn’t resist—you were enjoying it.”

She gave him a puzzled [What are you talking about?] look.

Ling Yuan wanted to cry.

[I’d have to be able to resist! You tied me up like this!]

“But from what you said, you’re okay with it, right?”

“Uh… no…”

“Eh?”

His backtrack made her chuckle. She leaned in, her voice teasing.

“You really don’t want rights to me~?”

He had wavered for a moment, but a deep memory stopped him.

“I don’t want… to be lovers with you… for now…”

Unexpected, yet not surprising.

Yixin Xue wasn’t too shocked. She flashed a bright smile, leaning closer to whisper.

“But you didn’t deny this kind of flirty stuff, right?”

It was nice… especially with a campus beauty like Yixin Xue… though her actions were sometimes terrifying…

Guilt.

Overwhelming guilt.

He turned away, avoiding the question.

“No answer means yes~”

She saw through him, continuing.

“It’s fine. I’m patient. But don’t flirt with other girls. I can tolerate your 2D waifus, but in real life~”

“…”

“If you do that, you’d be so bad—bad enough to deserve harsh punishment~”

He wanted to argue, but her obsessive, flame-red eyes silenced him.

[The Class President’s not normal anymore… She’s not the icy campus beauty… She’s…]

[It’s just a phase! She’ll focus on studying again soon!]

He tried to reassure himself, but Yixin Xue didn’t see it that way.

As he overthought, her slender hand crept back to his belt.

“You sure we can’t?”

She teased.

His eyes widened in shock.

“Flirting means that?”

“Hm~ If you want, it’s not off the table~”

“No, no, forget it.”

“Hmph.”

She smirked wickedly, not ready to let him off.

“Then you need a punishment.”

“Punishment?”

His eyes grew wider, despair and helplessness flashing in them.

“Can we skip it…?”

“No way. Can’t indulge your whims~”

She tilted her head, finger on her lips, thinking.

“How about… you wear girls’ clothes for me?”

“!?”

If he weren’t tied up, he’d have leapt off the bed.

His lips trembled silently, unable to protest. It was pointless.

She was pleased with his reaction.

“So cute~”

Her voice was soft, her lips barely moving, but he heard it clearly.

[The Class President is… a pervert…]

“If I do this punishment… can I leave…?”

He asked tentatively.

“Hm, maybe~ It’s already 8:30~”

“Deal…”

“Good boy~”

She patted his head, turning to the wardrobe. When it opened, Ling Yuan froze.

[What are these freaky clothes!?]