Private Sukadu Girls' High School

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Private Sukaduro Girls' High School is

the only private school in a strange system where the odder the school name, the lower the national ranking
. It's also the only boarding school where all staff, from faculty to janitors, are outstanding women
.

Due to its unique learning environment and highly autonomous student system, the school's extracurricular activities have
an extreme and delightful focus on young girls.
Under the meticulous management of the student council, which comprises more than half the students, and with teachers never interfering, each day
unfolds to the sound of the morning bell echoing throughout the campus

—accompanied by the elegant, fragrant droppings of the girls falling at the school gate.

The

school consists of three sections: the central campus, the small forest surrounding the campus called "Girls' Garden
," and the student council branches located at the four corners of the forest.

New students gather at the outer south gate of the campus and are then led through the garden path by their advisors
. Although the path stretched straight through, perhaps due to its narrow width, allowing only four
people , and the dense green canopy on both sides, it felt like a secret realm shortly after starting. This
small surprise quietly disappeared as the campus gate became clearer, but no worries, the "baptism" that followed would
surely fill everyone's slightly disappointed mood in one fell swoop.

The guidance committee members were all elegant upperclassmen, though not quite deserving of the superlative description of "lotus emerging from water,"
their graceful gestures and gentle voices alone had already captivated many of the freshmen meeting them for the first time
. It's said that beautiful women are pleasing to the eye no matter what they do, and the anticipation quickly accumulated during the short ten-minute walk
, coupled with the particularly vigorous imagination of adolescence, meant that even when the freshmen saw the upperclassmen
stop , slightly bending down to remove their underwear under their dark blue pleated skirts, their minds would excessively romanticize this bizarre
scene.

-- But it wasn't entirely like that.

For all the new students choosing Qihua Girls' High School, academic performance isn't their only consideration. There's also
an emotion that lingers in a state of ambiguity and vagueness—what we'll call "the upbringing of a young girl."
Of course, this is an emotion that can be logically deduced and clearly written down
. The girls know it, the school and their parents know it, but sometimes we must blur the lines of reason
, because not every truth should be seen. In short, based on this upbringing, when the beautiful older girls,
with their backs to everyone, squatted down around the group, gracefully lifting their skirts to reveal their smooth, translucent buttocks
, the new students knew that their "baptism" was about to begin.

At 8:30, only 240 new students and 20 counselors remained at the school gate
. The older girls, boldly squatting in front of their younger counterparts, showed varying
expressions: some smiled elegantly, some were relaxed and at ease, some had slightly furrowed brows, and some showed a hint of nervousness. The line fell silent at the sight of twenty beautiful buttocks. After a few seconds of stillness
, a faint blush gradually rose on the cheeks of the senior students, while the eyes of the freshmen widened and sparkled.

A silent understanding stirred within the senior students, each admired by their own.
Almost simultaneously, their anuses, exposed to the freshmen's eyes, pushed out, followed by the slow, hurried, or leisurely expulsion of feces. Thin,

elongated, yellowish-green feces.

Coarse, hard feces, dark brown mixed with clumps of muddy yellow.

Soft, earthy-colored feces, softened by excess water into a muddy mess.

Golden, wet feces, flowing like a snake in one go.

Smelly feces, a mixture of light brown and dark green.

Of course, urine also spilled on the ground during the expulsion, but at this moment, everyone only paid attention to two things
: either the already smelly feces, or the anuses, still alluringly contracting and
expanding .

The freshmen, blushing under the stench and visual stimulation, were completely captivated by the senior students' feces-removing posture,
their eyes practically glued to the beautiful scene that unfolded in that brief minute. Just then, a
woman dressed similarly to the senior students, with a "Guidance" armband on her right arm, appeared before them, but she didn't attract any
attention from the freshmen. Only when the bare-bottomed guidance committee members put on their underwear, stood up, and adjusted their skirts, and then
gathered behind the woman, did they realize there was another person present, and had to suppress their previous
nervous excitement.

The woman's demeanor and smile surpassed even the still-blushing advisors. With one hand on her chest and
the other raised forward, she addressed the deer surrounded by the stench of manure with a sincere smile:

"I, Kuzome Mami, on behalf of the student council and all teachers and students, witness and acknowledge the 'baptism' of everyone present
. Welcome to the Private Sukadu Girls' High School!"

§

For some reason, the new students' class assignments only began after the baptism.
Kuzome Mami and Mizuka Toshiko, student council representatives, called out the class assignments at the end of the entrance ceremony.

From the moment they stepped into the auditorium where the entrance ceremony was held, the new students returned to a fairly ordinary routine. Whether it was
the lengthy speeches by school officials, the slightly tense distribution of students, or queuing to go to their respective classrooms
, nothing connected to the baptism at the school gate.

Was the scene glimpsed not long ago merely a beautiful illusion? It was so thrilling, so
exhilarating, yet it gradually wore them down in the long and tedious process, making them wonder if it was just an illusion,
or if they were actually experiencing a collective hysteria.

Fortunately, the senior students who served as guidance committee members returned while leading the group.

On the way to the classroom in six classes, the senior students who had so confidently defecated in front of them returned to
the group ; the subtle stench of feces that quietly wafted through the crowd rekindled their worn-out spirits. Ah!
Now they could finally confirm that it wasn't an illusion! The evidence was
the underwear ; the feces and residue left at the anus clung to the underwear, pressing and rubbing against it, emitting a captivating
stench!

This time, they were no longer simply intoxicated by the senior students' scent, but also realized an exciting fact—
Qihua Girls' High School was such a special school, a dreamlike
haven …!

"To all the first-year students, this is the classroom that will be with you for the next year. Please take your seats for now."

Upon arriving in the classroom, the student council member, Mizukamoto Mei, brought the overwhelming stench of feces to the podium,
while two other senior students left first. A mature woman in a black and white suit stood
beside the podium, appearing to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her short, stylish hair carried a hint of indulgence, a charm
amplified by her prominent beauty mark and full, peach-colored lips—this was none other than Kunimi
Reiko, the homeroom teacher of the Chinese class.

Even the students in the front row could smell Mizukamoto Mei's scent; the homeroom teacher must have smelled
it . Judging from the unwavering smile on her face, everyone was even more convinced that the so-called "
good manners" were permitted by the school.

"Welcome again to Suka Girls' High School, everyone. I am your student council member,
Mizukamoto Mei, a second-year student in the Chinese class. Feel free to ask me anything about school. Now, let's start with
class grouping—"

Mizukamoto Mei said, turning to pick up the chalk and writing the class committee positions on the blackboard. The students
weren't particularly interested in the division of authority for class affairs; the school and student council had already handled it themselves.
They were more concerned with their group members. Many were looking around, searching for suitable partners
.

Amidst a slightly restrained commotion, Ryoko Shinohara and Mikan Inaba, sitting in the fourth and fifth seats of the second row,
met each other's eyes. Ryoko's gaze was casually fixed ahead, while Mikan's eyes sparkled, her desire to make friends
impossible to hide. Upon seeing Ryoko, Mikan
greeted her enthusiastically, as if discovering a new continent:

"You're so pretty! What's your name? Want to be in a group with me? Okay, I'll be in a group with you!
It'll be so much fun! Ah, my name is Mikan Inaba, you can call me Mikan-chan!"

She seemed to be a straightforward and impatient person.

Ryoko flashed her prepared social smile, and in the few
seconds before Mikan's rapid-fire chatter subsided, she tried her best to memorize her classmate's appearance. She had an orange hair tie with tangerine beads, a low
, heavy-looking medium-short ponytail, and a small tuft of undyed blonde hair near her left ear… her face was undeniably
cute. Ryoko couldn't resist such a cute face, because she wasn't good at remembering faces; she thought any cute girl
looked similar. By the time Mikan finished speaking, she had almost remembered it, so she mentally reviewed her response:

"Inaba-san."

"Call me Mikan-chan!" "

Mikami-san…?" "

Please call me Mikan-chan!"

"Mikan-chan…san."

She had just heard the other person introduce herself and hadn't even had a chance to reciprocate, yet suddenly she was being addressed
by her —it was quite a strange feeling. Ryoko paused, ultimately unable to resist Mikan's bright gaze, and could only
resort to avoiding addressing her by saying,

"My name is Shinohara Ryoko. Thank you for the compliment, you're very cute too. It would be great if we could be in
the same group."

A concise answer wasn't usually well-received in this situation, something Ryoko knew well, but it was second nature
to her couldn't do anything if Mikan found it boring. To her surprise, Mikan's interest in her
didn't diminish at all; instead, she immediately pressed further:

"What are Ryoko's hobbies? If we have similar hobbies, it'll be easier to find a club!"

"This…"

"Hmm? Too shy to say? Then let me tell you first! I love painting—"

Mikan's voice amplified that crucial second infinitely, and by the time Ryoko realized what she was about to blurt out
, she had already lost her balance and fallen into an infinite time. This time was filled with a mixture of tension, anticipation, anxiety, and
pleasure —a kind of "manners" that couldn't be denied by herself. However, infinite
time is born from resonance. Mikan's time can both bind Ryoko and be negated by Ryoko's own time.
The clever Ryoko quickly realized this fact and found
her breaking through the constraint that lasted only a second and returning to the First Year Class classroom.

"--I love masturbating by smearing feces!"

Mikan's confession was like a pleasant crack, causing the ongoing conversations nearby to follow
the same pattern and eventually causing the unfamiliar wall blocking the First Year Class
to collapse with a rumble.

"--Do you also enjoy the process of smearing feces?" "

--I get excited just from the smell of the toilet!"

"--Have you ever tried eating feces? Or gently licking it with your tongue?"

"--That's not really okay, but if it's peeing..."

What replaced the unfamiliar wall and filled the First Year Class again, quickly warming up the unfamiliar classmates, was
the elegant yet lewd, twisted yet charming flower of good manners of the girls.

"Welcome again to all the junior girls of Suka Girls' High School"—if there's any regret at this moment, it's that I
accidentally said that a little earlier. Looking at the girls who were so eager to get to know each other, Mizukamoto Mei couldn't help but regret
her miscalculation.

Amidst the noisy atmosphere, homeroom teacher Kunimi quietly approached Meimoto, slipping a hand under her pleated skirt and
gently stroking her buttocks, which reeked of feces.

§

The grouping centered around the class representatives ended smoothly with the ringing of the bell. Since Mikan volunteered to be the
beautification committee member, Ryoko also joined the beautification group. Their group had three other members: the old-school gyaru
Hayase Mariko, the tall Mizuno Mitsuko, and the more conventional Nakagawa Yui.

Mariko's appearance was quite striking, perfectly fitting the online description of a busty gyaru: cheap-looking
blonde hair paired with perfectly tanned skin, a pretty face, and smiling eyes that gave off a
frivolous yet carefree feeling. Ryoko was curious why this impeccably dressed sassy girl had such messy hair,
but she always thought sassy girls were tricky creatures, so she kept quiet and maintained a polite distance.

Mitsuko's hobbies were handball and badminton; she and
her family . She had short hair that didn't reach her shoulders, long, narrow eyes, and spoke very politely. Ryoko
liked her a lot, but Mariko didn't seem to like her as much.

Yui was a well-behaved girl in every way, a model student. Her hair was as
long as Mikan's when it was down, but pure black, without any trace of dyeing. Unlike Mariko, who
had a ton of didn't look as simple as Mitsuko, probably because she had more hair and her features and figure were more even
. Ryoko couldn't quite grasp what made her memorable, she could only memorize her face.

Members of the beautification group didn't necessarily have to join the beautification committee; it was just a class grouping rule
, and the same applied to other groups. The reason Mikan was so eager to be the beautification committee member was simply due to
her upbringing.

"The so-called cleaning up of the school environment, you must be referring to that thing, right? That thing, that thing!"

Seeing Mikan say something completely out of sync with her in such a matter-of-fact way, Ryoko didn't know what to say
. If she went along with it and said, "Yeah! That thing!" and was then asked in return, she wouldn't be able to give a
specific answer, which would be very awkward. Fortunately, Mikan didn't add to Ryoko's burden, but instead shared her supposedly
tacit understanding with the other three. Everyone pondered what "that thing" might be, but no one could
pat Mikan on the back for their tacit understanding, so she could only pout and reveal the answer:

"Yeah... didn't the upperclassmen take out the poop at the school gate? According to this logic, there should
be the same situation everywhere on campus, maybe even more exaggerated!"

"...So you like picking up trash, huh?"

Mariko asked, frowning her pale golden eyebrows. Mikan immediately denied it:

"No way! What, don't you guys want to see the 'scene of the incident'?"

Ryoko and the others looked at each other, smiling wryly or shaking their heads.

"Well, it's okay if it's your own..."

"Others always feel a bit..."

"Yeah, even if you're a fan, there's still a difference between your own and others'."

"Mikan's level is higher than everyone else's."

Four to one, even Ryoko couldn't help but hint to Mikan, "Don't drag me into 'cleaning up the campus environment'!
" Mikan was truly devastated. However, this disappointment was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming excitement. Mikan then took
on the role of a dutiful group leader,
chatting

about this and that to warm up the group's spirits, and even when the bell rang for class, she couldn't help but pull Ryoko aside to continue talking. The homeroom teacher and the student counselor, senior Mizukamoto Mei, entered the classroom five minutes after the bell rang,
adding the school's unique warmth to the seemingly ordinary yet lively atmosphere.

"The senior's smell is even stronger now!"

"Oh! They must have taken advantage of what happened earlier..."

"Ugh, this smell is so bold!"

Compared to the smell in the previous class, which was only noticeable to the students in the front row, the stench of feces had now risen to
a level that even the students in the back rows could clearly smell. Ryoko and the others sitting in the third and fourth rows in the center were also
drawn by the familiar stench, their eyes focusing on senior Mizuka's slightly flushed cheeks.

--This smell isn't just from not wiping her bottom, it's like she pooped on her underwear, right? Warm, sticky feces
squeezed directly from her anus onto her underwear, stretching the barely covering her buttocks into a large, foul-smelling mass.
Depending on the type of feces, some might even have dangled from the edges of the fabric!

Although it was impossible to see what was happening under Mizuka-senpai's pleated skirt from either side of the seats,
everyone familiar with the smell knew that her underwear was full of feces. Numerous fantasies blossomed amidst the thick stench of feces. In
these lewd imaginings, every pair of passionate gazes unreservedly projected themselves into Mizuka-senpai's eyes, attempting
to possess her, who was covered in the stench of feces. With her eyelids half-closed and her heart pounding, Ryoko seemed to see her senior naked
, and even the homeroom teacher beside her. A pair of light brown, demure areolas and a pair of dark black, protruding areolas
were slowly revealed before her, while her senior's panties, saturated with feces, hung heavily between her knees, as if
she could simply stretch forward and happily smear the perfectly moist, brownish, soft feces onto her breasts... Unfortunately, her outstretched
hand only touched Mikan's head.

While Mizuka-senpai explained the semester activities and dormitory assignments, the class advisor remained standing by, smiling like
a decoration , and Ryoko couldn't help but fantasize about their relationship. Although this was
unconvincing from a virgin's perspective, she felt that if the two were in a physical relationship, it would be far more wonderful than a romantic one. At
times like this, she really wanted to hear Mariko's insightful opinion; it would be even better if Mikan could ask the questions for her.

Ryoko suddenly realized that the more she thought, the duller her senses became. The stench of her senior's feces not only
numbed her sense of smell but also weakened her imagination due to her chaotic fantasies. So she stopped her random thoughts, cleared
her mind , and tried to recall the stimulation that had once assaulted her nose and brain.

After the explanation, everyone moved from the classroom to the dormitories on the north side of the campus. The west side of the north side was the dormitory for first-year students
, the center for second and third-year students, and the east side was the club building.

From the day the new students enrolled, most clubs also began their new semester activities; one of the key activities every year
was recruiting the new junior students while they were still in a daze. However, the first-year students
were still under the protection of the student council officers, and the senior club members who were lying in wait along the route could only watch with tears in their eyes as they
safely arrived at their dormitories.

Dormitory assignments, like the school activities they would participate in later, were based on class groups, but
the floor classifications were not based on class, but on the type of group. Ryoko and the others had to live in
section A on the second floor with the beautification group from another class, and their neighbors were the health care group.

Upon entering the dormitory, Mikan suddenly pointed nervously and said,

"It's here! The ultimate test of friendship that will determine the fate of the whole group...!"

Two sets of bunk beds and one set of beds placed on a low cabinet—this odd number arrangement certainly qualifies as a test of friendship
.

"Mikan's going too far. Couldn't we just draw lots?"

Mitsuko immediately suggested an efficient solution, but Ryoko, already embarrassed by Mikan's hands being grabbed and her direct,
even more direct, gaze, had largely given up on the idea of fair competition. While she hesitated
, Mariko had already grabbed her bag and headed towards the single beds, arriving at the finish line first.

"You guys choose your bunk beds, I'll sleep here."

"Huh?"

"Good job, Mariko! Then Mitsuko and Yui will sleep over there, and Ryoko and I will sleep over here!"

"Huh?"

"Yui and I have no objections, let's do it this way."

"Huh...huh?"

Wasn't it supposed to be a lottery? How come the bed assignments were decided so quickly? Ryoko looked
at Mitsuko and Yui, who had somehow developed a tacit understanding. If these two girls were a couple, then
there would be no turning back, because compared to the strong-willed Mariko, Mikan was clearly more interested in Ryoko.

Realizing that there was no room for change in the bed assignments, Ryoko had no choice but to accept Mikan's kindness and put her backpack in
the lower bunk.

"Nice to meet you from now on, Ryoko!"

"Hmm..."

Why does Mikan always add "yo" to everyone else's address, but not to her? Ryoko
suddenly became concerned about this seemingly insignificant little thing.

Not long after, Mizuka-senpai's voice came through the loudspeaker to each dormitory room, briefly explaining the precautions for dormitory
life . Hearing her voice but not smelling her was a bit strange for many. While
it was best to completely relax in a resting place, once relaxed, they couldn't help but fantasize about the senior's voice.

Everyone was under Mizuka-senpai's control—Ryoko confirmed this from the faces of her four roommates, and
breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't the only exception.

"--That's all. At 11:20, class representatives and disciplinary committee members, please
assemble in the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory. Well then, that's all for today. Thank you for your hard work. From now until the start of school the day after tomorrow, our student council
members will be providing assistance on campus. If you have any questions, please be sure to ask the nearest student council member.
The entire student council once again welcomes you to Suka Girls' High School."

Mariko stared blankly at the edge of the bed, Mitsuko and Yui had thoughtful expressions, and even Mikan's cheeks
were slightly red and her eyes were narrowed. Ryoko couldn't help but think that if she told her grandfather at home
that , he would probably mistake it for an imperial edict!

Ryoko

and Mikan planned to wander around the campus before lunch, first familiarizing themselves with the school, but the main focus was, of course,
the clubs . Before they could set off with great enthusiasm, Mariko's voice reached the door first.

"Hey, don't you guys feel awkward?"

"What do you mean?"

Mikan asked, speaking on behalf of the other three classmates whose attention was drawn to Mariko. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mariko
's left leg hung naturally, and she leaned forward to hug her bent right leg, saying,

"We're 'comrades,' right?"

Her tanned, slender index finger teasingly beckoned to Mikan, and Mariko continued in a light tone,

"It feels so awkward not to confirm this first, doesn't it? What if one of us isn't actually a 'comrade
'... just thinking about it makes me super uneasy!"

Although her expression clearly suggested she was looking for trouble, perhaps a certain word in her words triggered
something in each other's hearts, and Mitsuko and Yui also expressed their support for Mariko.

"Hase-san is right, it really is unsettling when you think about it..."

"I feel the same way. Even though everyone here got here through the school's interview, it's
still ."

The interview Yui mentioned was a test arranged by the school after the applicants were admitted. The interview results
determined whether the applicant could enter Suka Girls' High School. If they didn't pass, they would transfer to another private girls' high school of the same level. Simply
put, it was a selection process to gather girls with similar upbringing.

When led by credible upperclassmen, this kind of unease didn't have a chance to grow, but now
it a different story.

"Why don't we just come and confirm it directly? Mikan, I am—"

"Wait a minute."

Mariko interrupted Mikan, smiling knowingly. Her eyes were the kind that could smile, and she
was especially good at making people nervous when teasing them.

"Words can be made up easily, they have no persuasive power."

"Then what should we do?"

"Use this!"

Mariko jumped down from the upper bunk with her phone and squeezed onto Yui's bed to swipe the screen. Ryoko and Mikan
also came over when they saw this. The four girls bent down and peered over to see what Mariko was about to show them.

"Hey! This is Mariko! We're about to do something really—bad!"

The Mariko in the video was almost identical to the real Mariko on Yui's bed, so it seemed to have been filmed recently.
The background was probably their own bathroom, lacking the coldness of a public restroom; there were plush toys on the wall behind them
. After speaking, Mariko placed her phone far away on the floor, horizontally facing the toilet,
the entire toilet seat and floor visible in the frame. Mariko, completely naked from the waist down, squatted on the toilet, her back to the camera, revealing her pert, tanned
buttocks.

Everyone understood how private the scene was about to be, but no one hesitated. Mitsuko and Yui
kept their mouths shut, staring intently at the screen, while Mikan gripped Ryoko's right hand tightly; all four faces were tense.

"Hmm…! Hmm…! Hmph, hmph-hmph-hmph—!" The

screen displayed Maryko's proudly pert buttocks in meticulous detail. As she began to strain and vocalize, the contraction of
her anus was clearly visible, especially the slight bulge when she pushed it outwards, which was incredibly cute.

Ryoko noticed that Maryko's anal folds were quite deep; the contractions weren't just from her buttocks, but
the opening and closing were also very clear, which was exciting. She had observed her own anus in the mirror; it was small and tight
, which frustrated her because it could hardly arouse her sexually except for defecation. In comparison, Maryko's anus
was much more alluring, full of seductive charm that made Ryoko's heart race.

"No…this is bad! Ahahaha! The poop is coming out…!"

After a series of contractions, Maryko's anus emitted a soft hissing sound. The anus gradually widened, and a color slightly lighter than her tan
buttocks peeked out from the rounded, expanding anus—the head of Maryko's stool.

Maryko struggled to push the stool out of her anus, but it seemed too dry and too thick, so she kept
groaning. The harder she strained and the more difficult it was for her to expel the feces, the more tense and
expectant everyone became about the impending release.

"Hmm—! Hmm—! Whoosh—!

" Each time a small piece of feces was expelled, a farting sound would escape from her arched anus, still holding the feces.
It was like a deflated balloon. The light brown, coarse, hard feces mixed with chunks of yellow gave the girls
an immediate sense of its extraordinary stench, and now, hearing the hissing farts, they could almost see the yellowish-brown, foul-smelling mist
spraying from her anus.

Ryoko unconsciously grasped Mikan's hand that was gripping hers, saliva dripping from her throat, her gaze
fixed on the feces that had protruded about six or seven centimeters from her anus.

"Ugh—!"

Under everyone's tense gaze, Mariko finally managed to squeeze the last piece of feces through her sphincter, and
then smoothly pulled it out in one piece.

Thud…!

A dry, hard feces, about ten to twelve centimeters long and at least three centimeters thick,
detached from her warm anus and drooped onto the floor, its tail stained red.

"Huff…! Huff…!"

Mariko's anus, still contracting and expanding with her breathing, was covered in traces of fecal stench, and a thin stream of red
flowed . She squatted on the toilet, catching her breath for a while, then grabbed a wet wipe to clean her anus before getting up and
undressing. A moment later, Maryko reappeared naked, feigning shyness by covering her breasts, then quickly
moved her arms away, revealing a pair of incredibly large, tanned breasts—surprisingly large for someone who had only just started high school—and
broad, dark areolas; the two long nipples, the same color as the areolas, were extremely alluring.

Ryoko was a little surprised; she hadn't expected Maryko, a seemingly ordinary stunner, to possess more than two
unique charms. One was her exaggeratedly large, naturally voluptuous breasts, and the other was her long nipples. Her own nipples, when erect, were only about
one centimeter high; supposedly, two centimeters was already very large, and even after childbirth, nipples weren't necessarily that big. However, Maryko
's nipples were at least two centimeters, perhaps two and a half centimeters? Or maybe three centimeters? In any case, the ambiguous
angle of the image made those dark nipples even more captivating, and Ryoko suddenly felt a strong liking for Maryko.

"Hehe, next up is the special service!" The

phone was moved to the closed toilet seat. Mariko knelt on the floor, cupping the thick, scraping
excrement in her hands, giggling as she kissed the head of the feces with her pouting lips.

"Chirp! Chirp! Mmm chirp! Mmm, hah, hmm..."

After several deep kisses, staining her lips a dark yellowish-brown, Mariko took
the head of the feces deeper into her mouth, her wet, feces-stained lips sinking in deeper and deeper; after about two finger joints deep, Mariko
lifted her chin, allowing the camera to capture her flushed face and ecstatic state with feces in her mouth…

Seeing this, everyone instinctively started to squirm, even the usually composed Ryoko had no time to observe her classmates'
reactions.

Reality—the reality of her companions—was spreading throughout their bodies along with lust. Mariko's lewd charm, with feces in her mouth
and foul-smelling saliva dripping down, completely dispelled everyone's wariness of her, and they eagerly awaited more and more obscene
performances.

In the video, Maryko seemed to have anticipated the intense reaction from the viewers. She began sucking on the coarse excrement
in her hand , treating it as something special. Every drop of saliva that slid down the excrement was sucked into her mouth and
then squeezed out again. She sucked, spat, sucked, spat… Her beautiful lips, filled with excrement, made a gurgling sound.
The yellowish-brown saliva increased and thickened.

"Slurp! Hmm, gurgle, hmph…! Mary… slurp! Slurp! Hmm… Mary is eating
her own excrement… slurp, slurp, hiss, hmph… It stinks… It’s really super—stinky! Haha
… slurp, slurp, slurp…"

Maryko’s intoxicated gaze, the blush on her cheeks, and the increasingly chaotic movements of her mouth were all genuine
. She was completely absorbed in sucking on her own excrement, and everyone could see it—this was Maryko
’s “girlish upbringing.”

"Okay, okay! That's enough! Let's skip the rest because it's a bit embarrassing..."

The video abruptly stopped when Mariko was licking feces while touching her private parts, and Ryoko and the others
instinctively voiced their dissatisfaction. Mikan and Yui teased Mariko in unison:

"Hey—? Watch the whole thing!"

"Yeah, right! Hayase

-san is so stingy!" "Shut up! Masturbating and all that! It's too embarrassing to show it to others...!"

Then Ryoko and Mitsuko couldn't help but join the fray:

"No, compared to masturbating, the part before that is even more embarrassing..."

"That's right! Besides, didn't you film this to show us?"

"I! I just watch it for fun...!"

It's so cute that this confident and great-looking hot girl has such a peculiar point of shyness—
this conclusion, drawn from interpreting her companions' gazes, made Mariko's face turn even redder.

"...Anyway! Now you know I'm a real 'comrade,' right? So shouldn't you guys do something too
?"

Mariko wanted to regain the initiative she had before the video started playing, but her blushing embarrassment hadn't faded, instead giving off
a pleasantly awkward feeling. While Mikan and the others were still thinking about the follow-up videos, Ryoko's mood had already shifted
. She proactively responded to Mariko's key point, which might backfire if left unaddressed:

"You want everyone to record their fetishes and exchange them to eliminate that 'awkwardness,' right?
"

"That's right!"

"I understand, I'll do it."

"Oh, oh...!"

Receiving such strong support, Mariko's eyes shone with a friendly light for the first time, like
the simple excitement of a child finding a playmate. Ryoko was also happy, but only as a comrade. Being
dragged into forming a gyaru alliance would be too troublesome, so she didn't show any excitement.

"I feel so shy... Since Ryoko agreed, I'll join too!"

"Great! As expected of the beautification committee member!"

"This looks interesting, I'll join too."

"Mizuno-san, I'm impressed with you!"

"Can I record with Mitsuko-san? Two people can do it, right?"

"Huh? When did you two...?"

Regardless of when the two of them connected, the entire beautification team successfully reached a tacit understanding on "Operation to Resolve Awkwardness
" and decided to have a blush-inducing rerun before bed tonight. As a condition for the exchange, Mariko...
The masturbation scene that had to be abruptly cut short had to be saved for last, and the person involved could only accept it with a blushing face.

"Speaking of which, little Mary's awkwardness is kind of cute. What do you think, Ryoko?"

Just as she stepped out of the dormitory and met the gaze of the upperclassman lurking in the opposite school building, Mikan suddenly asked this question
. Ryoko saw the upperclassman elegantly smooth her long hair and walk towards the two of them with a radiant smile. After
nodding she replied,

"She is indeed very cute. If I hadn't seen that side of her, I would probably think she was a troublesome creature
."

"Haha! What creature! Ryoko is surprisingly excessive—"

"I didn't ask to see anyone's embarrassing video."

"Ugh! So you're holding a double-edged sword...!"

Having entered a distance from which there was no way to avoid it, it would be too rude to ignore the upperclassman chatting on her own. In any case, the two of
them had no intention of avoiding it in the first place; rather, they deliberately let the upperclassman nearby come and chat. After all, it's more efficient to have an upperclassman show you
around the campus than to wander around aimlessly on your own.

"Welcome to Qihua Girls' High School, you two cute junior girls! Want to grab a cup of tea? It's on me
!"

What kind of kidnapping line is this? Can it really fool anyone? -- No, there's no need to trick anyone,
there are definitely others who would choose to be kidnapped by their upperclassmen. Following behind the newly acquainted upperclassman with Mikan
on the club building, Ryoko kept seeing students doing the same thing. The colorful casual clothes
were like clueless little ducks, blankly following the elegant white summer uniforms to an unknown destination.

They crossed the club building and came to a place near the northeast corner of the forest. There were
small wooden houses that seemed to be used as club classrooms. Ryoko counted them, there were six in total, and most of them had cleaning signs at the door.
The upperclassman led them into the most secluded wooden house. Before they even entered, the two smelled a scent that touched their hearts.
It turned out that there was another upperclassman and two new students on the side of the wooden house.

The senior student was bending down to pull up her underwear, which was caught between her knees. Beside her feet on the grass was a clump of
fresh, dark brown, runny poop.

"Oh my, what a cute junior... Welcome to the Poop Club!"

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