Her Dream and Her Heart

Kaguya Shinomiya POV

"I'm so glad that you came, Hayasaka-kun," I said with genuine happiness, my voice filled with warmth.

"Of course, my lady, anything for you," he replied with a soft chuckle, his tone teasing yet respectful.

The Council Union Room was empty, except for the two of us. I had already asked the President and all the other council members to grant me a favor by leaving me alone in this space, creating a world of just the two of us—Hayasaka-kun and me.

The favor wasn't a small one, and I knew that no one could resist both my family charm and the weight of my goodwill. The temptation to gain my favor was too strong for anyone to withstand.

Without a moment of hesitation or doubt, Hayasaka-kun began to move towards me. His eyes were brimming with lust and desire, reflecting the same intensity that I mirrored in my own gaze.

As soon as our eyes locked, the air between us became heated, filled with a palpable tension.

It didn't take long before we grew impatient, eagerly undressing one another. Hayasaka-kun, in particular, seemed as if he wanted to rip my clothes apart with his eyes alone. His hands moved with a fervent urgency as he stripped me of my school uniform, leaving me standing in nothing but my black underwear, stockings, and short black heels. I, in turn, began to undress him, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

Just as I reached to remove my stockings and heels, Hayasaka-kun caught my hand, stopping me.

He shook his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're undeniably more beautiful like this, Kaguya-chan," he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

To prove his point, he began to caress my feet, running his fingers over the smooth fabric of my stockings. The sensation sent shivers up my spine, and I couldn't help but let out a soft groan of satisfaction.

His hand then guided mine towards his erection, and I began to stroke it gently, my touch soft but purposeful.

No matter how many times I've touched or seen it before, I was always fascinated by the sheer size of his cock, the way it felt so solid and heavy in my palm. It never failed to amaze me

"I'm going to make you cum this time, Hayasaka-kun. I won't lose," I declared in a firm tone, my voice filled with determination.

I let my hand trail away from his cock, allowing it to wander over the hard planes of his well-toned muscles. My fingers explored every inch of him, touching him obsessively, admiring how perfectly sculpted his body was.

It was clear that Hayasaka-kun worked out often, which explained his impressive stamina and near-endless endurance when it came to sex.

His technique, despite this being his first time, was incredibly refined—almost too good for someone with so little experience. His movements were confident and skillful, as though he had mastered the art of pleasure without needing the practice most would require.

"You certainly will, Kaguya-chan," he said, his voice filled with encouragement, as he began pressing his lips against mine.

We locked into a passionate kiss, my hand continuously stroking his cock, feeling the heat of his body intensify.

With that, I snuggled myself closer against his well-toned, chiseled eight-pack abs, leaning into him while my hand kept its rhythmic motion, stroking his cock with deliberate intent.

He hugged me tightly from behind, his arms strong and reassuring, as I focused on making him cum.

Yet, unlike the first time when he came so easily under my touch, something was different now. I couldn't understand why it wasn't as effortless as before.

Frustrated but curious, I released my hand from his cock, deciding to let Hayasaka-kun take control, free to act according to his own desires.

Almost immediately, he began rubbing his now-hardened cock against my rear, teasing me with his deliberate movements.

His hands squeezed my hips as he thrust against me, the heat between us rising.

Then, without warning, he positioned his penis at the entrance of my vulva, bypassing my fabric, then pressing it against my lips, groaning in satisfaction as he rubbed back and forth, sending jolts of pleasure through both of us.

His embrace from behind tightened, pulling me closer to him as his breath became heavier.

"Kaguya-chan... I'm close... I'm almost there," he warned, his voice strained with the impending climax.

"Ahh... Kaguya... I'm coming!" he groaned out as his body tensed, and with that, he released his orgasm onto the floor.

Some of it sprayed onto my black panties string, and I nodded in satisfaction, knowing that Hayasaka-kun had finally come.

I turned my head back towards him, my fingers playing over his softening cock with a teasing stroke, a playful smirk curling on my lips.

"I won, Hayasaka-kun," I teased, triumphant in my seduction.

"Are you so sure, Kaguya-chan?" he replied, his tone suddenly dark and ominous, catching me off guard.

To my shock, his once-softening cock began to harden again, almost immediately. I stepped back in a moment of panic, not expecting him to recover so quickly, but Hayasaka-kun didn't let me get far.

He pushed me down onto the cushions, pressing his weight against me, pinning me beneath him.

"How... how is this possible?" I gasped, wide-eyed. "I thought men could only have one orgasm and needed a long rest before they could continue."

"I'm not sure where you heard that rumor, Kaguya-chan," he said, his voice dripping with a predatory edge. "But you started this... and now you'll take responsibility."

"Umm..." I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I gave a small nod.

How could I let myself be dominated by a man?

The thought was so humiliating, I didn't dare meet Hayasaka-kun's gaze.

But Hayasaka-kun wasn't done with me.

He cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to maintain eye contact, preventing me from looking away.

His firm grip left me no escape, and I could feel his hot breath mere inches from my lips. His rough, heavy breathing and undeniable desire ignited something deep within me.

The intensity of his need was overwhelming, and I found myself unable to resist the growing urge to have him inside me, to feel him fill me completely.

"Hayasaka-kun..." I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of my decision.

Just as I resolved to take the next step, the school bell suddenly rang, breaking the moment.

To my disappointment, Hayasaka-kun immediately began searching through his school uniform, hurriedly dressing himself. I sat back down on the cushion, pouting, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me.

"Hayasaka-kun, you're such a baka, an idiot."

"Huh...?" He turned his attention to me, a mix of confusion and amusement on his face, and then he asked, "Do you still want to continue, Kaguya-chan?"

His question hit me hard, forcing me to confront the reality that lingered before us. As much as I wanted to ignore the rules, to let Hayasaka-kun take me without hesitation, how could I face my mother? How could I uphold the honor of my family if they discovered I had used the student council room for something like this?

For such... indulgences?

I sighed deeply, the weight of my decision sinking in, and I reluctantly gave up.

Hayasaka-kun, sensing my defeat, kindly picked up my dress from the floor and tossed it to me. I caught it with precise reflexes.

"You should leave first, Hayasaka-kun," I said, covering my body with the dress, though the warmth of the moment still lingered on my skin. "See ya later."

"See ya later too, Kaguya-chan." He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a brief, parting kiss that felt far too short for my liking.

After that fleeting moment of closeness, he bid me farewell and walked away, leaving me behind with a smirk plastered on his face.

Not before he messed up my hair, treating me like a pet, teasing me with that arrogant playfulness that always drove me mad.

I watched his back as he left, my heart torn between frustration and longing.

There was something different about Hayasaka-kun. I sighed again, knowing deep down that the change in him was already a foregone conclusion.

He was no longer the boy I could predict so easily.

Now, he was more aggressive, more assertive, and his need for me had grown—along with his sexual prowess.

It felt like a dream, and yet, I didn't want to wake up.

If this was a dream, I wanted it to last forever.

I loved how much he needed me, how he loved me with all of his heart, how he craved my body as if nothing else in the world mattered.

This was the version of Hayasaka-kun I had always desired, the one I had been waiting for, yet no matter how much effort I put in, I had never been able to reach him before.

In the past, I would do anything to make him happy, to please him, hoping he would turn his attention to me.

But all I received was indifference, his cold detachment, and his arrogance.

I was so angry back then, so desperate, that I coerced him into performing derogatory acts, forcing him to touch every inch of my skin, even though I knew he was disgusted.

And yet, somehow, here we were—Hayasaka-kun had become someone different.

Hopefully, this change was permanent.

I certainly found myself liking this version of him much, much more.

I couldn't help but gently caress my stomach, a smile creeping onto my face as I imagined how many children we might have in the future.

The thought warmed me, and I couldn't stop smiling

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Question: What happened? Yeah, the stones were kind of pitifully few in the previous chapter—only 8. Honestly, with this kind of pitiful number, I become less motivated to give stable updates and might return to my previous lazy state, where I only posted one chapter per week or even per month.

Whether this story is taken seriously by me and updated with two chapters per day depends on your power stones. The more, the better.

I'm not going to exchange 2 chapters per day for only 8 power stones per day; it's not worth the effort.