[School Meat Toilet Festival] [Author: Unknown] [Complete]

Standing before the door to the room marked "Chairman's Office," the young man took a mask from his pocket and put it on. The black and white animal design perfectly captured the appearance of a panda.

He knocked on the door, and without receiving a response, pushed it open and entered. Before him stood a woman in a Western-style suit, exuding mature elegance—the current chairman of Otonokaki Academy.

The woman, who should have been startled by the man's actions, froze upon seeing his mask. The black and white color and the ridiculously large headgear transformed into a mysterious yin-yang symbol in the chairman's eyes, spinning continuously as the man approached.

"Chairman," the man in the panda headgear said, "I know you've had a tough time, because the school's destruction is practically a done deal. But seeing the students' efforts, you still hope for a turnaround, right?" What should have been a question turned into a statement of certainty, making the chairman agree.

"I know you're willing to do anything to solve this problem, but the problem is you're stuck without direction." The man casually uttered a pre-planned line: "Actually, your daughter and friends' approach makes a lot of sense." He used praise for her close relatives to lower the chairwoman's guard.

"Becoming school idols to attract new students is a really good idea, and more importantly, they're genuinely working hard to achieve their goal."

The yin-yang symbol in the chairwoman's eyes swirled more and more erratically, but with each rotation, her willpower weakened. Gradually, even thinking became difficult, and she even drooled at the corner of her mouth.

The man wearing the panda mask flicked his finger, and a special sound wave 'cut' into her chaotic consciousness, directly opening a 'channel' to her subconscious.

"Chairwoman, even the students are doing their best to protect this school, so you should find opportunities for them even more." After saying this, the man reached out and embraced the mature woman's slender waist. "Like this, flatter me, and let me help you find opportunities to boost your popularity, or contribute money to help the academy through its difficulties." After waiting for her to absorb all his words, the man leaned close to the chairperson's ear and whispered his next request: "Chairperson, you are a serious and devoted woman. Even if it's a quid pro quo, you would never easily become addicted to it or feel any pleasure, right?"

Using this 'channel,' he planted a new idea in the woman's mind through praise, forcibly preventing her from getting any comfort from sex, yet firmly compelling her to seek support by having sex with others.

After receiving a definite response, the man continued to the next step: "But you must remember, for a man, watching a woman act wantonly and shamelessly beneath him is what satisfies his desire for conquest the most." In a cold tone, the man uttered his final demand: "To expect my help, you must become a sex slave. No matter how much you pretend to be passionate, in reality, you will only feel disgusted by sex with men; you will never derive pleasure from it."

The sound of snapping fingers echoed repeatedly, like a pile driver, forcibly transforming the demands and commands into a new foundation in the chairman's consciousness, each strike driving it deep into his subconscious.

"I...I..." With great difficulty, order began to return to his chaotic consciousness, but it was an order infiltrated by the new instructions, a distorted will.

Seeing the chairman's look of delight mixed with confusion, the man knew the adjustment was complete. "You can call me Panda Mask, after all, I'm a very low-key person."

"Okay, Mr. Panda Mask." The chairwoman took a deep breath, making her already full breasts appear even more prominent, and continued, "Can you tell me the conditions for assisting the academy?" Panda Mask approached her and said, "We're all adults, do you think you can't guess what I want?" A barely perceptible hint of disgust flashed in the chairwoman's beautiful eyes, but it didn't escape Panda Mask's notice. He was certain that the command he had given her had worked, manipulating her mind so that no matter how much she hated it inside, she would still have to smile and greet him on the surface, even swaying her hips, becoming a sex toy for him to fuck.

Because of this, the chairwoman closed her eyes, reached her hand from under her skirt to her panties, and took them off in front of the man she was meeting for the first time. "Mr. Panda Mask, this... this... is it alright?" The mature and beautiful woman's private parts were exposed in front of the man, the color slightly dark, but the chairwoman herself was a high-quality beauty, and now, standing in this alluring posture, her cheeks were already flushed.

Panda Mask played with her vulva with his fingers. The bright red, moist passage, theoretically, should have already been leaking fluids from the constant teasing, but a command, like shackles or a curse, cruelly robbed her of the right to enjoy it. Her body, which had once tasted sexual pleasure, was now fighting against morality because of this command.

"At least say something," Panda Mask said with a smile.

The chairwoman, as if making a decision, spoke from her alluring red lips: "Mr. Panda Mask, please, please try this lowly vulva, insert your precious penis into it, and use it as a toilet!" "No way! A hole as dry as yours won't feel good at all." Panda Mask then whispered an address in her ear before leaving.

The location was an apartment near the school. The chairwoman was mentally prepared when she arrived, because she couldn't react to male teasing; perhaps there were various props waiting for her in the room to 'develop' her body.

Surprisingly, besides Panda Mask, there was also a kind-looking middle-aged man inside. The presence of two men and a woman made the chairperson consider some rather intense actions, such as having the two men sandwich her between them.

"Uncle, I'll leave it to you then."

Unexpectedly, the kind-looking man left shortly after. Although his lecherous gaze disgusted the chairperson, and despite being prepared to make a sacrifice, she felt relieved to have avoided the worst possible outcome.

"Take off all your clothes first," Panda Mask commanded condescendingly.

Shyness, resentment, and other emotions surged within her. She was finally about to be violated. This leader kept popping out like an endless swarm of moles. Naturally, she wasn't excited; disgust filled her heart. Unfortunately, he was the only one who could help the school overcome its difficulties, and the one she was willing to appease even if it meant being sexually exploited.

Struggling to recall happy memories, the thought of her daughter, Little Bird's cuteness, brought a genuine smile to the chairman's lips. Her trembling hands unbuttoned her clothes one by one, revealing her voluptuous body to Panda Mask.

"Come on, let me make you happy." From under the sofa, Panda Mask pulled out an oversized syringe with a tube at the end, clearly for injections. "Although you're selling yourself like a horny woman, your body is honest, so I'll give you a proper enema, so you can enjoy yourself with your ass." She couldn't derive pleasure from intercourse, but the orifices used for excretion were an exception. Her rectum was filled with enema fluid, only held together by an anal plug with beads, while her vagina was being thoroughly penetrated by a penis, putting her in a double shock.

Unfortunately, for the chairman, who had never tried anal sex or enemas, deriving pleasure from them was a distant dream; only pain and disgust filled her heart.

Face to face, their genitals made the most intimate contact. The erect penis forcefully penetrated the chairwoman's vagina, the large glans thrusting repeatedly, enjoying the beauty of the mature woman's body.

The command deeply ingrained in her consciousness faithfully suppressed her feelings, while simultaneously forcing her to feign enjoyment. Fortunately, as a married woman, she had at least tasted the pleasures of sex before. Although her body couldn't feel pleasure, she successfully pretended to be engrossed in it.

Next, Panda Mask pushed the female director down onto the sofa, pushing the anal plug even deeper. Seeing her biting her lower lip, her face contorted in unbearable pleasure, Panda Mask shook his hips even more forcefully, swinging his penis wide and open.

His hands, gripping the woman's waist, pressed down hard, and Panda Mask, already at his peak, released his semen, large gushes shooting directly into the director's body without any obstruction.

"Ugh... Ee... Ahhhhhh... Ahhh!" Her bright eyes were tightly closed, and as she felt the warm semen being injected into her body, the director 'coincidentally' reached orgasm, letting out a 'pleasant' moan from her cherry lips.

Understanding the reason, Panda Mask, seeing his command had worked successfully, was naturally pleased. He pulled his softened penis out from between her legs, watching the white semen flow from the woman's tender vulva, an indescribable sense of accomplishment filling his heart.

"When you get back, invite Nozomi Tojo to come tomorrow," Panda Mask whispered in the chairman's ear, giving the next instruction.

Inside the car, Panda Mask sat leisurely, with the chairman driving in front of him, and Nozomi Tojo, the student council vice president and band member, sitting beside him.

At this moment, apart from the slight rise and fall of her high, full breasts, she was completely dazed, her eyes lifeless, sitting quietly like a beautifully crafted doll.

"Heh." The kind-looking middle-aged man's eyes widened when he saw Nozomi Tojo transformed into a doll, and his breathing became heavier, his gaze sweeping back and forth between her ample breasts and waist. After a long while, he said, "This...this is really for me?"

Without answering directly, after Panda Mask snapped his fingers, Nozomi Tojo immediately knelt in front of the kind-looking middle-aged man, unbuttoned her school uniform, and held the booklet, still warm from her body, in her hands.

"Simplified setup instructions?" The middle-aged man read aloud from the booklet: "Reset settings. After saying the following sentences to the recipient, their consciousness will be reset, and the owner's data, behavioral patterns, etc., can be re-entered." A gift is always accompanied by an ulterior motive. The middle-aged man struggled to move away from Tojo Nozomi, his expression grave, and asked,

"What do you want?"

Still without a direct answer, at Panda Mask's prompting, the chairman stepped forward and took out a report from his briefcase: "To prevent the school from being shut down, the first step is to establish a student-run school idol group to gain recognition and attract new students; the second step is to cultivate relationships with conglomerates like Kozai, using members of the school idol group as 'sex toys,' and increasing funding through regular 'School Sex Toy Festivals.'"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man naturally understood why he had been approached, given Kozai's extensive network of connections and his considerable wealth.

After all the agreements were finalized, and with the uncle's help, the plans and framework for the School Flesh Toilet Festival were finalized. For example, the location would be the school's auditorium, where the school idols' hybrid festival would be held. Also, to ensure the privacy of the participants, each guest would need to wear a cat-shaped mask.

Sitting nearby, Panda Mask's mind was no longer on the matter; his control over the school idols would continue to expand, aiming to make them all obediently crawl on the ground, even if they were being gang-raped, they would obediently spread their legs and try their best to satisfy the guests.

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