What? What the hell? What does that even mean?! Thoroughly getting punished from the inside?!

Wait a damn minute!

’Ngghh... he isn’t actually thinking about doing that, right?!’

Aria’s deeply repressed, closet-slutty mind went into absolute overdrive, instantly replaying the plotlines of countless adult videos she had secretly watched in the dead of night.

Let’s be real, her vanilla boyfriend Kenji was completely useless regarding this specific department.

The poor guy only packed a tragic, microscopic 3 inches to his name.

To make matters worse, after their very first awkward attempt, Aria had immediately preferred using her own two hands.

And then Kenji had the absolute audacity to suppress her natural desires under the guise of being a ’wholesome gentleman.’

But now, after being starved for so long, all of those locked-up, degenerate desires just came crashing down on her like a broken dam.

What the hell was this unhinged young master going to do to her?

She didn’t have to think any further.

Kaizen simply lifted her entire body up with his brute noble strength and threw her flat onto the large glass disciplinary table.

"Haa...!"

Then, with a single, aggressive motion, he simply ripped her tight uniform shirt and pleated school skirt completely out of the equation.

RIIIP!

"Noooo....!"

He spread her legs wide apart and expertly tied them at an extreme angle using her own uniform fabric, securing them to her outstretched hands.

Now, she was trapped in an absolute exhibitionist nightmare, wearing nothing but her cute white bra, her soaking-wet panties, and her torn black stockings.

Her massive, snow-white melons were jiggling desperately from the sudden, violent exposure.

She looked exactly like a helpless spread-eagle.

Her throbbing, hyper-salivating pussy was now completely bare to his predatory view.

"W-What the hell are you doing to me?!"

"You’re just a magical clone... And honestly, you should be glad I didn’t get my hands on the real Aria today.

"Trust me, you don’t even want to know what kind of unholy punishment I am going to give the real one when the time comes."

Gulp.

"Ha! But that doesn’t mean I am going to let a fake copy like you walk away scot-free. You insulted my internet goddess, Ms. Kitty, so I am going to punish you thoroughly until your mana core shorts out."

"Ohh... no... plwease... stop..."

She was slurring her words now.

Her pristine president brain was completely fried, and her logic was totally jumbled.

All of those heavy, dominant words were severely messing with her head.

It was honestly way too much for her programming to handle.

"W-What do you think you are doing?!"

Aria’s clone shrieked, her voice cracking like a pre-teen boy going through puberty.

"You will see... actually, scratch that. You will feel it."

Kaizen smoother than a freshly waxed slide.

He casually pulled the luxury leather chair closer to the wooden table and plopped down on it with absolute confidence.

Right in front of him, Aria was laid out like a premium, five-star Thanksgiving turkey on a silver platter.

He reached up, grabbed her by her trembling hips, and smoothly glided her entire body right to the edge of the table.

He needed maximum aerodynamic control over her assets for what was about to happen.

"Time to eat. Itadakimasu."

Kaizen whispered, completely butchering the Japanese pronunciation with zero shame.

Since she was trapped flat in this absolutely demonic, spread-eagle position, Aria couldn’t even lift her head effectively to see what kind of unholy operational maneuvers he was preparing.

’What the actual hell is this position?!’

’This is completely humiliating!’

’I am the goddamn Student Council President!’

’At least this wealthy trash heap should respect my academic authority and release me from this bondage knot!’

But to her absolute dismay, and her inner closet-slut’s absolute, screaming happiness, she suddenly felt a blast of hot, heavy breath directly against her exposed, soaking-wet panty fabric.

The moment that warm air hit the target, her pussy involuntarily twitched so hard her toes curled inside her torn stockings.

"Ngg~ W-What the hell is that?!"

"Nothing much."

Kaizen chuckled, his face practically centimeters away from the prize.

"Just blowing on my hot food before I completely devour it. Heheh."

"Eh? B-Before you eat? What the hell are you going to ea— NGHHH!!!!!!!"

She couldn’t even finish her stupid question.

Kaizen suddenly hooked his index finger under the wet strap of her cotton panties and violently slid it to the side, completely exposing her bare, dripping, bright-pink flower to the world.

And before she could even process the lack of fabric, his mouth slammed directly onto her hyper-sensitive clit.

SLURP!

"OH MY GOD, NYA~~AAAHHH!"

Aria’s clone instantly went into full-blown cardiac arrest.

Kaizen’s tongue was moving at a terrifying, supernatural speed, like an industrial weed-whacker hitting a patch of wet grass.

He was swirling, lapping, and aggressively sucking on her little button like his life depended on it.

’Holy shit! This tongue technique is god-tier!’

The clone’s brain short-circuited.

’Kenji’s tiny 3-inch placeholder could never! This is a weapon of mass destruction!’

GULP, SLURP, SQUISH.

The acoustic sound effects in the soundproof room were absolutely disgusting and incredibly loud.

It sounded like someone aggressively walking through deep mud with wet boots.

Kaizen was ruthlessly drinking her divine milk straight from the source, his chin completely covered in her sticky, premium fluids.

"Stop~ Ahh~ No, don’t stop! Faster, you trash young master! Harder! Nya~~aaang!"

Aria was completely losing her mind.

Her hips started aggressively arching off the table, begging for more pressure.

Her pristine president persona was officially dead and buried.

Her lower walls began to violently spasm, contracting like a dying star.

"Oh, fuck, I’m—I’m gonna—!"

SPLURTTTT!

A massive, apocalyptic wave of divine fluid erupted straight out of her, hitting Kaizen right in the face.

Aria’s eyes rolled back completely, her mouth hanging wide open as her first explosive orgasm ripped through her magical body, making her twitch like a glitched video game character.

But Kaizen wasn’t done.

"Ready for round two?"

He wiped the juices from his eyes, smirked like a true degenerate, and dove right back in for round two before she could even recover.

"Wait! No! My core is going to melt—NGHHH! KYAAAH!"

SLURP, CLAP, SQUISH.

He didn’t give her a single second to breathe.

His tongue aggressively plunged inside her soaking wet cavern while his lips relentlessly sucked on her clit.

The double-stimulation was too much.

Within a mere thirty seconds, her body started vibrating violently again.

"Not again! Oh, shit, Kenji, I’m sorry—Ahhh! FUCK KENJI! KAIZEN~~NN!"

SPLASH!

Her second, even larger orgasm detonated inside the room.

Her legs shook so hard the table was rattling against the floorboards.

The clone was literally shooting out waves of pure mana-infused moisture, completely drowning Kaizen’s face.

She was crying, moaning, and drooling all over the wooden table, her premium melons bouncing up and down in a total frenzy of pleasure.

She was officially a broken, thoroughly punished replica.

"There’s something I want to tell you. Its a proposal..."

"P-proposal...nghh~ I accept... what... ohh~ Nghh~ proposal... is~ that... oowww~"