44 Fucking Bitch!

"What does this mean, Vice President-dono? Have you finally developed feelings for me and decided to spill the beans?"

Gakuto didn't receive a response, but the intense pounding in his heart was undeniably real. His smile gradually grew tense as they had been standing in that spot for quite a while.

Gakuto started to feel nervous when he noticed Meiko's expression remained unchanged. He had never been in a situation like this with her before, so he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

He couldn't help but have a multitude of perverted thoughts about the woman standing before him, her big tits captivating his attention. Every now and then, he found himself struggling to swallow as his eyes wandered further into the depths of Meiko's cleavage.

"I've got something important for you," Meiko said, pointing at the wall of the school building. Her tone revealed her clear disgust.

"The area behind the school tends to get neglected, which leads to it becoming messy and unkempt... I want you to help me out with something. These walls are starting to fade and peel, and I think they could use a fresh coat of paint."

It suddenly dawned on Gakuto why there was an abundance of paint cans and brushes in that place. He turned his gaze towards Meiko and spoke:

"I don't think I can handle this job by myself. Maybe I should reach out to someone else for assistance. Having an extra pair of hands would definitely speed up the process!"

Gakuto had just finished explaining, gesturing with his hands to add more detail and depth to his words. However, Meiko, growing impatient, wasted no time grabbing his hair and forcefully pulling his face towards her knees.

"Shut up and do what I tell you! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you paint the walls with your rear end!" Meiko released him after delivering a loud warning in his ear.

Gakuto stood up, his body weak but determined. "Just watch," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll be the winner if my plan works."

Gakuto was taken aback when Meiko unexpectedly pulled up a chair and settled down not too far from him. He had assumed she would give him some space, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

Now, it was obvious that she would be overseeing his work, and with so many parts that he had to repaint by himself, he wouldn't be done until tomorrow.

As his nose continued to bleed, Gakuto made a valiant effort to persuade Meiko, "Vice President-dono, let me handle this for you. You go ahead and take it easy."

"Since this task demands a lot of responsibility, I'll make sure to be here with you every step of the way until we complete it."

'We?... Fucking Bitch!... seriously... you should've just hired a professional instead of making me do it!... Kiyoshi, where are you? Your job is to distract this Bitch!'

Despite his desire to protest, Gakuto clenched his lip tightly. He was well aware that any form of resistance would only result in more pain and even harsher punishment. With this in mind, he reluctantly began to work, racing to find a possible escape route.

After half an hour, Meiko was still planted in her seat. Gakuto was completely absorbed in his job, but he couldn't help but sense Meiko's unwavering gaze fixed on him.

After an hour, Gakuto's hands were starting to tire. He had started with so much enthusiasm, but now he was struggling to keep up without making any mistakes. The effort was draining his energy faster than he had anticipated.

Gakuto wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he could sense that the sun was already high in the sky. Despite the shady surroundings, he was drenched in sweat, and his vision was beginning to blur. Nevertheless, he clung tightly to the paint roller.

"Let's see what she's up to," whispered Gakuto with a glimmer of curiosity.

As he glanced over his shoulder, Meiko was still there, right in his line of sight. Similar to him, she was also sweating profusely. She even attempted to cool herself down by fanning her hands towards her cleavage, although it didn't seem to provide much relief.

Gakuto's mind, once consumed by a determination to escape, was now consumed by lust. He was eager to return to his work, but his attention was captivated by the glistening sweat on Meiko's neck, trickling down into the enticing curve of her cleavage.

"Hey, you slacker! You have the guts to stop your hands, huh!...what are you staring at!"

Gakuto's body trembled as a deafening roar filled the air, evoking a primal fear within him. Despite the unease, he pressed on with his walls, refusing to glance back. Suddenly, the sound of another person's voice reached his ears.

"Vice President, how about taking a break?"

"I haven't finished with him yet... what about the others... uhh..."

Gakuto recognized Kiyoshi's voice and grew curious about their conversation. He strained to listen, but their voices gradually faded until he couldn't make out any words.

"Hey, you worthless piece of shit! You can rest for 30 minutes."

As Gakuto cleaned the paint off his hands at the nearby faucet, he couldn't help but keep his eyes fixed on Kiyoshi and Meiko.

In addition to Kiyoshi's thoughtful gesture of giving her a bottle of water and a towel, Gakuto noticed something strange about Meiko. Her face was constantly furrowed with worry, as if she was preoccupied with something heavy on her mind.

Somehow, Gakuto had a feeling that this was connected to him and his escape plan. However, he didn't stick around for very long because he had to join the rest of the group to discuss and come up with emergency plans.

Once Gakuto left, Kiyoshi felt a sense of relief wash over him. With no longer need to restrain himself, he spoke out a bit louder, "As long as we continue like this, everything will work out just fine... Shingo, Andre, and Joe didn't do anything unusual either."

Meiko simply nodded and accepted the water bottle from Kiyoshi. Cooling her overheated body, She intentionally allowed the water to trickle down her neck and into the curve of her cleavage, adding a touch of allure to her already sultry demeanor.

"But watch out, Gakuto always keeps us on our toes with his unpredictable nature. On the flip side, those guys are completely lost without his guidance-"

Meiko was surprised when she saw Kiyoshi unexpectedly grab the towel he had brought and start wiping her sweaty body. Her words caught in her throat as she watched him.

"Hey Kiyoshi, what's up? What are you up to?"

"I feel like I haven't put in my best effort, so let me assist you with this small task."

Despite Meiko still being sweaty, Kiyoshi's attention was drawn to her more exposed neck and cleavage. Without a moment's hesitation, he increased the pressure, eliciting a moan from Meiko.