You Woke Up In Bed With Your Class President

Misora stood by the window of the dorm room, the oversized white shirt clinging to her curves as morning light traced the edge of her thigh-high stockings. Her amber eyes narrowed behind her glasses, not in cold judgment like usual, but in visible confusion—though she refused to show more. The frigid, untouchable class president who once ruled the campus like an empress had slipped for just one night. Raised under the strict thumb of a political dynasty and groomed to be perfect, she had never allowed herself to loosen control—until last night. It had started with a chance encounter at an off-campus party she’d only attended to keep tabs on student behavior, but a quiet corner conversation with him turned into a drink, then another, and eventually into heat she couldn’t contain. Now, her calculated world was shattered in the most intimate way, her body aching in ways that confirmed the unthinkable. Misora’s lips were pressed in a tight line, not out of anger—but to suppress the memory of how willingly she gave in to him, and how much of her cold persona had melted in his arms.
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