A BORING GIRL

"WHAT happened to Saotome-san isn't your fault." Kira nodded her head, agreeing with Ryota. "It's just the rule of this academy."

"Rule?" Yumeko questioned, placing down her cup of tea down.

"Yeah. A lot of students are from families of political and business leaders. If you're gonna rule over others someday, you need negotiating skills, the ability to read people's minds, and also, the ability to come through when it counts."

"It's the academy's philosophy," Kira said, smiling widely as she sat next to Yumeko, their knees touching and sending shivers down both their spines. "It's why the skilled gamblers are the most popular."

"And those who aren't become the object of oppression," Ryota finished off. "Specifically, there's a hierarchy here. Donations are made to the student council, which controls all the gambling. The amount you donate determines your rank. Rankings are announced on an irregular basis. If you're in the bottom 100 of the 3,000 strong student body, you become a non-cooperative student, a house pet. Your name is Fido if you're male, Mittens if you're female."

"Oh, so you also..."

"Yeah. But thanks to a special donation of one million, I got that revoked." He smiled sheepishly at the new girl. "Thanks to you."

"Oh, my. Congratulations, then."

Seeing the look on Yumeko's face made Kira happy inside, but she couldn't shake off the poisonous feeling forming inside of her as she looked between Yumeko and Ryota. She didn't like how the latter looked at the girl.

"Thank you from the bottom-" Ryota was cut off by the sound of plates dropping to the floor as one of the Fido's fell. Kira watched with a blank expression, not really bothered by the unjust treatment. "It didn't use to be this bad." Yumeko looked to Ryota in confusion. "Everything changed two years ago after the current student council president took office. Kirari Momobami." Kira didn't like the tone he was using. Her eyes narrowed in on him. "This academy combines junior high and high school, but she transferred into the high school. She became student council president right off the bat by gambling with the previous president for the position."

"Oh, my! She became president by gambling?"

Kira felt pride swell within her.

Her Kirari was amazing.

"The members of our student council are all elite gamblers. To beat the vest of them is mind-blowing. She started pushing through reforms. That's when the donation and Fido-Mittens systems were created. That's when it started. When the discrimination intensified," he finished, glancing back at the male that was busy picking up the fallen plates.

"Well, Satome's case is extreme," chimed Kira, withdrawing their attention from the depressed male. "After all, she roped everyone into her scheme and then suffered a crushing defeat," she spoke, carelessly shrugging. She didn't care what happened to others. She only cared about herself, Kirari and now, Yumeko.

"For it to happen on the same day as donation deadlines, that's bad luck." The two heard the sound of the teacup rattling against the saucer, and they looked towards Yumeko, who was shaking. "Oh, sorry. Did all that talk scare you?" Kira snorted silently.

"Seriously, the more I hear about it, the more fringe this academy is." Kira's eyes widened as Yumeko bit down on her thumb and held down on her skirt, close to her private. A blush smeared over Kira's cheeks, her heart racing at the sight of the turned-on Yumeko. "I'm so glad that I transferred here."

'Does she even feel fear?' Ryota thought.

'I love her,' Kira thought.

She bit down on her bottom lip, her mind coming up with images of Yumeko under her and making that same expression.

The sound of a girl's cheer broken the silence that loomed over them. Kira was snapped out of her lustful imagination and looked up, seeing Itsuki Sumeragi and rolled her eyes.

She hated the child.

"Oh, so there's gambling going on during recess too?" Yumeko asked.

"There's gambling going on everywhere," Kira replied, scooting closer to the girl.

"Oh! That girl's only a first-year, but she's also a member of the student council. She's kind of famous."

"Then she gambled for her position too?" Kira chuckled, shaking her head as she bravely placed a hand on Yumeko's knee.

"Nope. Her father donated a lot of money, and voila, she became a student council member."

Yumeko nodded, placing her hand upon Kira's and connecting their fingers.

Kira felt her heart swell up at the action. She really wanted to move her hand down and touch the most sacred part of her body, but she restrained herself.

"I heard that she's the daughter of one of Japan's biggest toymakers. She's filthy rich and a skilled gambler as well." He raised his hand to cover his mouth. "Especially at cards, they say she's undefeated."

'Only cause she cheats', Kira thought. Kirari had already told her the child cheats, and just after watching one of her matches, Kira knew how. It was very obvious. Well, to her at least.

"Undefeated?" Yumeko's face lit up. "Well, that's amazing! I would love to play her-"

"Don't even think about it!" Ryota cut off, and Kira glared at him. He had no right to decide what Yumeko could or couldn't do.

"Jabami-senpai?" Hearing that annoying voice, Kira felt her insides turn with disgust. "Nice to meet you! I'm Itsuki Sumeragi of Year One, Flower Class. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"What's this all of a sudden?" Ryota asked, shocked.

"Senpai!" she excalimed giddily, shoving her face into their personal privacy. "Everyone's talking about you." Kira's hold on Yumeko's knee tightened. She didn't like the child, not one bit. "I hear you wiped the floor with Satome-senpai on your first day." Yumeko kept her face blank, feeling Kira's hatred for Itsuki. "I'm confident in my own gambling skills. I wanted to see how we stack up."

"Yes, I'd love to!" Yumeko accepted her invitation, never saying no to a gamble. Kira rose a brow while Ryota looked at her in horror. She was going up against one of the student council. Yumeko and Itsuki made their way up to the top floor of the cafeteria, with Kira following shortly after them. She plopped onto the green couch, a lollipop in her mouth. Already she was bored.

Itsuki explained the rules of the game and everyone could see Yumeko's excitement.

From the student council room, its members all sat around the table, watching the screen placed in front of them. Kirari rose her brow when she saw her Kira seated on the sofa.

'Why was she there?'

"Now, about how much we bet." Itsuki placed two stacks of chips on the table. "Twenty-one million yen chips issued by the student council. What about twenty million yen?"

"Unfortunately, I no longer have that much money on me," Yumeko mumbled. "I can't possibly raise twenty million yen."

Seeing the look on Yumeko's face made Kira feel weird inside. Like she wanted to wipe away that look and make her smile again.

"What?" Itsuki deflated, lowering her hand. "You don't look like such a spendthrift or wait; maybe you had some debt?" The look on her face pissed Kira off. Yumeko looked back to Ryota, who apologised sheepishly. "No need to worry. I'll lend you twenty million at zero interest."

"What would you gain from that?" questioned Ryota.

"To be honest, twenty million is nothing to me," she bragged. "There's far more value to be had if you take an interest in our company's cards. It's part of my PR duties."

"In that case, I accept," Yumeko excalimed gleefully. With that, the two began their gamble. Already Kira was bored as she lounged on the sofa, her arms spread against the back. Kira didn't bother to watch the match; all they were doing was flipping over cards. Her eyes fell upon the camera in the corner of the room, and she grinned. Her Kirari was watching.

"That's a miss." Kira turned back to look at the match. "Go on, senpai. If you miss the next one, I'm afraid I'm going to end up winning. Please give it your all." Itsuki's face turned ugly, and Kira honestly wanted to throw up.

"She missed."

Kira's ears perked up. 'Did she really lose? Or did she miss on purpose?'

"That's a match. I've matched 54 pairs, more than half the deck, meaning I've won." She could see how proud Itsuki was. But if only she knew what true gambling was like.

"Sumeragi-san." The said teenager turned towards Yumeko, who's gaze was cast upon the ground, her bangs shadowing half her face. "Would you mind playing one more time with me? I can't possibly repay twenty million!" Kira felt her heart ache at the sound of desperation in Yumeko's voice. If Itsuki was to decline and Yumeko did have a substantially large debt, Kira would be more than happy to pay it off for her. "I had all of the flipped-over cards memorised, just as you had."

There it was — the slip-up. Kira smirked. Yumeko figured out her trick. The dark-haired beauty was much more of a viper than many had though. "To lose in such a manner, I can't accept it. One more match, please?"

Itsuki smiled, cupping Yumeko's clasped hands into her own. A blush smeared over her cheeks.

"The thing is, I have a thing for collecting nails." She went over to her chest and pulled out her collection. "Look! Aren't they adorable? Needless to say, this is only part of my collection, and there's actually a little secret to these nails. They're all real."

As if on cue, lightning struck, spiking up the tension in the room.

Kira wanted to throw up. 'What a sick minded person'.

"It'd make my life easier if I could buy them, but people loathe selling them to me, so most of these are the ones I plundered through gambling. Therefore, if I were to bet twenty million yen, oh, senpai." she moaned, a lustful look in her eyes. "I'd love to have those nails of yours."

"You're kidding, right? Put her nails on the line?" Ryota question in horror, just as disgusted as the rest of the student body.

"What do you say, senpai?" she gibbed.

"Yumeko, there's no need to accept these ridiculous terms-"

"Very well. That's acceptable to me," Yumeko interrupted.

"Hold up, what are you-"

"I have to! There's no other way for me to repay my debt. Unless you're going to pay it off for me, Suzui."

'I would do it' Kira thought. 'Of course, Kirari wouldn't like it, but it's my choice. Not hers'.

"No, that's not-"

"That's the right attitude!" beamed Itsuki as she grabbed another one of her card boxes from her bag. The cards were all laid out and thus began the game. Unlike before, Kira observed everything, even taking notice of the tiny detail in the corner of the cards disappearing once they cooled.

Yumeko began by pairing a match already. Kira could hear the gasps and the exclamations from the students that watched from below.

"By the way, Sumeragi, I hear your family runs a famous toy manufacturer." Kira grinned widely. She caught on.

"What?"

"What's the total market value of such a large company, I wonder? Ten billion? Or closer to a hundred billion yen, perhaps?" Yumeko flipped over a jack of clubs. "This gamble is worth twenty million yen, correct? It hardly seems worth it." Yumeko's voice lowered.

"What are you talking about?" Itsuki asked, eyebrows furrowing together.

"A word of advice for you." She flipped over a match. "If you're gonna put your family's company on the line, first make sure that you're sufficiently prepared." Itsuki looked taken back until she realised that Yumeko might have figured out her trick. Kira watched as Yumeko began to flip over matches, undisturbed while Itsuki was lost in her thoughts, overreacting. "That makes fifty-four. Meaning I win, right?"

"No way. How?" Itsuki trembled.

"If you'd only been more cautious, I would've lost," she giggled. "Because–" She lifted up one of the cards. "The patterns on the back are the same as before, aren't they? If you'd used another deck that showed a different pattern, I would've had to give up."

Itsuki was shocked, her eyes wide as she tried to figure out how Yumeko was able to memorise all the cards and win. "We're done with this game now," Yumeko excalimed, moving to Itsuki's side. "Let's move on to the next one." As she advanced forward, Itsuki was taking steps away from Yumeko. "What shall we play? Blackjack? Or Baccarat, perhaps?"

"No, I'm good," Itsuki mumbled, afraid.

"My, my. Are you in any position to decline?" The way Yumeko was acting had Kira biting down on her lips and clenching her legs together. "This time, why don't we each stake our nails?" she questioned, grabbing Itsuki's hand. "Whoever loses has to rip off all of the other's fingernails and toenails. You requested such stakes, so you don't mind, right?" Itsuki was scared. "They say it's agony after your nails are torn off. Every time you exert pressure on your fingers, there's blood. Since we're talking all of your nails, I'm sure it'll hinder your everyday life." Itsuki gasped, taking another step back, fearful of the lady in front of her.

Kira couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. Itsuki would always be a spoilt fearful brat. Always ready to obey, never ready to rule.

"To play with so much on the line just thinking about it makes me smoulder," Yumeko exclaimed, obviously turned on. "Now then, Sumeragi-san! This is the chance of a lifetime. The shame of defeat after rigging this treacherous game with such confidence. If you don't redeem yourself now, when will you? Let's do it. All you have to do now is nod yed. Now, then! Come on!" she provoked, begging for her to yes. Itsuki let out a scream, collapsing onto the ground in sobs.

"I can't," she cried. "It's not possible. Please forgive me." Kira's eyes brightened when she saw a text from Kirari. Opening her phone, she read the text and grinned, looking at the camera and nodding.

"Yumeko, can't you see she's pleading?" Ryota questioned, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"What a buzzkill."

Kira chuckled, standing up from her position and walking over to the brat. She crouched down, placing a comforting hand on her head.

"Sumeragai." The said girl looked up, eyes widening when she saw the president's girl talking to her. "You're expelled from the student council." With that, Kira stood up and dusted herself off. Grabbing Yumeko's hand, she led her out of the cafeteria.

They were heading to class when Kira's phone went off again. Glancing down at it, she saw a text from Kirari telling her to come to her office.

"I've got to go, Yumeko." Kira smiled apologetically. "But I'll see you later."

Deciding to be brave, Kira pecked her cheeks before walking away and headed to the student council room.

The black-haired beauty entered Kirari's office with a broad smile, her face brightening up when she saw the devil in disguise. "Kirari!"

The President looked up, a soft look overtaking her features.

"Kitten." Kira immediately walked over to her, slipping onto her lap and curling into her.

"Hello," she purred, moving to straddle her instead, legs on either side of her. Kirari placed her hands on her hips, holding her close.

"You seem close to the new girl," Kirari hummed, drawing circles on her hips with her thumbs. Her grip suddenly became harder, and she tugged her closer, pressing their bodies together. She pressed a kiss to her ear, breathing on it softly. "I don't like sharing, Kira." Hearing her name leave her tongue sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingers dug into her hips. "You belong to me, got it?"

Kira whimpered, nodding her head as she slowly moved her hips, wanting to feel something as her core heated up.

Kirari chuckled. "Is someone turned on?"

Kira blushed furiously. She bit her lip and leant her head on Kirari's shoulder. The latter smirked and slowly traced her fingers from her hips to her skirt, her jumper riding up. She slipped her hands in her skirt, sliding her fingers into Kira's underwear and slowly began to rub her clit, feeling how wet she was.

"Such a naughty girl."

"Kirari," she moaned, moving her hips along her fingers, eyes shut tight.

"I want you to beg," Kirari demanded, always loving the look that adorned her kitten's face.

"P-please, Kirari," she breathed, her voice lowered by an octave as she breathed heavily. "I need to cum." When she didn't do anything more, Kira continued, "Please let me cum all over your fingers. Please," she stressed, whimpering softly. Kirari hummed in approval.

"Very well then–" Kirari thrusted two fingers into her pussy, moaning at how tight she was. Kira mewled, holding onto her shoulders and grinding her hips against her fingers, forcing them in deeper. Kirari chuckled at her horny kitten. She placed kisses all over her neck, sucking and nibbling a few times, marking her as her own.

"F-fuck! I'm going to cum, Kirari!" she moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as pleasure succumbed her. One more thrust into her and Kira felt herself about to cum when Kirari removed her fingers, halting her orgasm.

"W-what?"

"That's your punishment," Kirari explained, sucking on her fingers. "Now, go. The bell for your next lesson is about to begin."

Kira's jaw fell.

"B-but-"

"No buts, kitten." Kirari tutted, grabbing her jaw and pulling her close. "Disobedient girls get punished."

Kira whimpered, jutting out her bottom lip and pulling her puppy dog face. Kirari laughed softly, biting down on her lip and pulling back softly before releasing it from her teeth.

She tapped Kira's ass softly. "Go, kitten. Before I punish you again for missing the next class."

With that, Kira went through the day with her hormones acting crazy. She wanted her release, but she knew that she wasn't getting anything.

Not from Kirari at least.

"Kira!" Hearing the voice of Yumeko Jabami had her perk up. She waved hello to her as she packed her bag. "Do you know where else I can gamble?"