The next morning, a subtle buzz of anticipation follows Hiro as he makes his way to the janitor's closet. He finds Goro, the janitor, hunched over his usual duties. "Big show after school, Goro," Hiro murmurs, his voice low and conspiratorial. "The main event. I need those cameras in the swimming pool, clear vision."
Goro simply grunts, a thin, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Already done," he replies, his eyes gleaming with a mix of avarice and anticipation. "Every angle."
After school, the air around the indoor swimming pool is thick with an unusual sense of anticipation. Hiro is already there, a dark shadow lingering in the cool, humid air, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He hears the bright chatter, the laughter, and soon, they arrive.
First, Riko, her usual composure almost perfectly intact, though Ken knows the fragile cracks beneath. Behind her, Kyoko, Mika, Haruna, and Yui. They move with an unconscious grace, their steps light, their voices carrying the excitement of a rare, after-school activity. Riko hasn't told them Hiro is here. They believe this is a "pool test" for student safety, a quick, all-girls affair, as Riko had presented it in the council meeting. They are blissfully unaware of the true audience, the hidden lenses, and the perverse agenda that awaits them.
One by one, they step onto the pool deck, shedding their cover-ups, their bodies a testament to youthful vitality. And just as Hiro had subtly commanded through Riko, their swimwear is undeniably hotter and shorter than typical school-mandated suits. They are clad in bikinis that leave little to the imagination, fabrics clinging to every curve, revealing their entire lustful bodies in a way that is almost nude. The high-cut bottoms emphasize their round, firm asses and long, toned legs. The small, triangle tops barely contain their breasts, showcasing ample cleavage and the delicate curves of their nipples.
Hiro's breath hitches. His erection strains against his pants, a raw, undeniable throb of triumph. The pool deck is transformed into his personal stage, and the most desirable girls in the school are his unwitting performers, their alluring bodies now laid bare for his ultimate gratification and the hungry gaze of his unseen audience.
Hiro steps forward, a confident, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Good afternoon, ladies," he announces, his voice cutting through their cheerful chatter, making them all turn, startled.
Kyoko, her sharp eyes narrowing, is the first to speak. "Takeda-kun? What are you doing here? This is just for council members." Her tone is cool, edged with suspicion.
Riko, seeing her authority challenged, steps forward, her voice calm but firm. "I invited Takeda-kun. He is representing the male students for the festival committee, and as a new council member, his presence is required." Her gaze meets Hiro's, a silent acknowledgment of their forced pact.
Hiro offers a disarming smile, taking in the full, stunning display before him. He lets his gaze linger, unapologetically.
As the girls begin their warm-up stretches, their bodies moving with natural athleticism, Hiro's eyes sweep over each of them, a slow, possessive appraisal. He watches Kyoko as she performs lunges, her athletic bikini accentuating her toned stomach and defined thighs. Her breasts, though perhaps not as large as Riko's, are firm and high, pushing against the small triangle top, and he notes the subtle bounce with each movement, hinting at a tautness that makes his groin throb.
Mika, with her deceptively sweet smile, bends to touch her toes. Her bikini, a vibrant splash of color, barely contains her surprisingly full breasts, which spill slightly over the top, ripe and inviting as she stretches. Her hips flare gently, a luscious curve that promises softness, and her ass, round and yielding, is barely covered by the tiny bottoms, swaying subtly with her movements.
Haruna practices some arm circles, her figure slender, almost delicate, but her bikini emphasizes a lean, youthful strength. Her long and graceful legs move with fluidity, and her small, high breasts are pert and firm against the fabric, moving subtly with each swing of her arms. He notes the delicate curve of her hips, a nascent sensuality just beginning to blossom, making her seem like a tantalizingly untouched prize as she stretches.
Yui, her youth undeniable, performs some gentle side bends. Her bikini reveals a budding femininity that is both innocent and undeniably erotic. Her breasts, still developing, are sweet and round, their nipples visible as faint outlines through the thin material, jiggling slightly with her movements. Her ass is small but perfectly formed, a delicate curve that invites a touch, subtly shifting with her stretches.
Hiro's eyes sweep over each of them, a slow, possessive appraisal. "Just checking in on the safety test, ladies," he says, his voice thick with a raw, unmasked lust. "Making sure everything's... up to standard." His gaze lingers, a silent promise of the power he now wields over their exposed forms.
Hiro stretches, a languid movement that allows his eyes to sweep over the entire pool deck, his gaze lingering on each of the bikini-clad girls. But his focus always snaps back to Riko. Her beauty is undeniable, a top-notch allure that outshines the rest. She is the most perfect and sexiest among them, her C-cup breasts high and firm in her bikini top, her round ass a mesmerizing curve in the tiny bottoms.
Riko, ever the diligent student council president, takes charge. "Alright, everyone," she announces, her voice clear and authoritative, "let's check around the pool. Look for any damaged tiles, or slippery spots, for safety."
The girls disperse, moving around the pool deck, bending and stretching as they inspect the area. Their movements, intended for safety checks, inadvertently put their alluring bodies on full display.
Hiro seizes the opportunity. He moves, slowly, deliberately, approaching Riko, who is meticulously inspecting a section of the tiles near the shallow end. He stops just behind her, close enough to feel the subtle warmth radiating from her.
"Riko-chan," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky purr, thick with raw lust. "You're truly incredible. Even when you're working, you're absolutely breathtaking." He lets his gaze rake over her, lingering on the way her bikini top pushes up her breasts, the hint of cleavage, the soft swell of her exposed skin.
"Especially those," he breathes, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his eyes devouring her breasts. "So full, so perfect. They're a work of art." He shifts subtly, positioning himself closer, his gaze dropping lower, to her ass. "And that ass of yours, Riko-chan," he continues, his voice thick with a crude appreciation, "it's undeniably the most sexy I've ever seen. So round, so peachy. It's... magnificent." His words are a direct, blatant appraisal of her body, stripping her of dignity even as he praises her beauty.
Riko stiffens, her face burning with shame, pretending she doesn't hear Hiro's lewd whispers about her body. She keeps her gaze fixed on the pool tiles, a silent plea for him to stop. Thankfully, the other girls start making their way back, finishing their safety checks. The moment of uncomfortable intimacy passes as the group reassembles.
"Alright, everyone, is everything looking good?" Riko asks, her voice betraying no hint of the recent encounter. The girls nod, confirming the pool is safe.
Hiro claps his hands together, his voice bright and enthusiastic, shifting seamlessly into his "committee leader" persona. "Excellent! Now, a quick question for you all," he announces, his gaze sweeping over the student council members. "Who among you can swim really well? I'm talking more than 50 meters, a strong swimmer?"
A few of the girls exchange glances, but no one raises a hand confidently. The silence stretches, an unspoken admission of their limited swimming prowess.
"Hmm, that's a bit of a problem," Hiro muses, feigning concern. "If we're going to open the pool to everyone, we'll need lifeguards. Strong swimmers, both boys and girls, since we'll have separate times for each." He pauses, letting the implication sink in. "And as student council members, you should be idols for the entire school, right? Setting an example in all areas."
He smiles, a glint in his eyes. "So, I propose the council members undergo some swimming training. I can help you with that. We can set up regular sessions. It's a vital safety measure, and it shows dedication. What do you say?"
The council members look at each other, surprised by the unexpected proposal. While hesitant, the idea of being "idols" and ensuring safety holds an appeal. Slowly, one by one, they start to accept him, their initial wariness giving way to the perceived necessity of his offer. Hiro watches them, a triumphant gleam in his eyes, knowing he's just opened another door to his perverse agenda.
"Alright, everyone," Hiro announces, his voice ringing with a false cheer that makes Ken's stomach clench. "Into the water! Let's see what you've got."
The council members, still in their various bikinis, dutifully slip into the cool, chlorinated water. The sounds of splashing and polite chatter fill the air, but to Ken, it feels ominous. He watches, hidden from view, as Hiro's gaze sweeps over them, his eyes lingering on each bikini-clad figure, assessing, calculating.
"Riko-chan, let's start with you," Hiro calls out, singling her out. "Show us how you swim."
Riko pushes off from the edge, her strokes surprisingly strong, her D-cup breasts rising and falling with each movement, her round ass a sleek curve cutting through the water. She's a good swimmer, graceful and efficient. But as she reaches the far end and turns back, Ken notices it – a slight awkwardness in her breathing, a subtle break in her rhythm that throws her posture off just a bit.
Hiro is quick to capitalize. He swims over to her, his movements fluid. "Ah, Riko-chan," he says, his voice a low, knowing murmur, "you're doing great, but your breathing's a little off. It's making your posture break sometimes." He motions for her to hold onto the edge of the pool. "Here, let me help you. Just hold on here and practice your breathing."
Riko grasps the edge, her knuckles white, her body suspended in the water. Hiro positions himself directly in front of her, his presence utterly dominating. He reaches out, his hands finding her waist, then moving to her hips, gently, possessively lifting and holding her body to adjust her position. His fingers splay across her bare skin, feeling the warmth beneath the cool water.
Ken watches, a cold knot of dread tightening in his stomach. To anyone else, it looks like a simple coaching session, a helpful instructor guiding his student. But Ken sees the truth. Hiro's hands are everywhere. His fingers trace the line of her ribs, brush against the underside of her breasts, glide over her stomach. He subtly presses against the curve of her hips, letting his thumbs linger dangerously close to her inner thighs. He is groping her well, his touch expertly disguised as assistance, each brush of his hand a silent, violating claim on her sexy figure as she floats, suspended and vulnerable, in the water before him.
Riko freezes, her body suspended in the cool water, acutely aware of Hiro's hands on her. She feels his fingers splay across her bare waist, tracing the delicate line of her ribs and subtly pressing against the underside of her breasts through the thin bikini top. His thumb, almost imperceptibly, brushes the lower curve of her D-cup, a possessive caress disguised as an adjustment. He subtly dips his hands lower, pressing against her hips, his touch sliding to the top curve of her round ass, squeezing gently as if guiding her form.
Shame washes over her, scalding her from head to toe, even as the cold water laps around her. Her eyes dart to her fellow council members, her silent plea for them not to notice, not to see this blatant violation unfolding before their very eyes. But they are laughing, chatting, seemingly oblivious. They see Hiro helping Riko, his hands on her, and simply interpret it as a "normal" coaching technique, a testament to Riko's dedication as a leader. It's a good start for Hiro, a crucial step in normalizing his access to their bodies, under the guise of authority.
Hiro's gaze, hot and predatory, sweeps over the other girls in the pool. His eyes linger on each bikini-clad figure, now glistening with water. The thin fabric of their swimwear, already minimal, becomes almost transparent when wet, clinging to their forms and revealing even more than before.
He watches Kyoko, her athletic bikini now clinging to her toned stomach and thighs. Her firm, high breasts are outlined sharply against the wet fabric, the dark peaks of her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. He imagines the taste of the water on her skin, the tautness of her muscles.
Mika's bikini, a vibrant splash of color, is now practically a second skin, highlighting her surprisingly full breasts that push against the fabric, almost spilling out. Her ass, round and yielding, is defined with shocking clarity by the wet bottoms, the material practically disappearing into her curves. He imagines the feel of her wet flesh, the softness and the hidden depths.
Haruna's slender figure is now even more subtly exposed, the wet fabric of her bikini revealing the delicate contours of her small, high breasts and the smooth line of her hips. Her long, graceful legs are mesmerizing, glistening with water, drawing his gaze to the barely-there bottoms that outline her pubic area.
And Yui, her youth undeniable, is now a vision of pure, raw sensuality. Her developing breasts, sweet and round, are almost entirely visible through the wet fabric, their nipples dark and prominent. Her ass, small but perfectly formed, is now outlined with an almost shocking clarity, the wet material clinging to every curve.
Hiro's groin aches, a powerful, undeniable throb of lust. He sees their wet beauty, their bikinis now practically nude, offering him a tantalizing preview of the power he intends to wield. The pool, once a place of innocence, has become his hunting ground, and the student council girls, his unsuspecting prey.