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Sayaka had been in love with Kirari for over a year now. From the first time she saw her, she felt head over heels. Her white-silver hair, deep turquoise eyes, her presence in the room, and the way she carried herself were all things Sayaka fell for.
When Kirari first spoke to her, she had called her "interesting" and said she loved interesting things. From that day forward, Sayaka became her personal assistant, following her everywhere like an obedient dog. Sayaka didn't mind at all-as long as she was next to Kirari, it was enough.
But she became greedy. Whenever a person has something, it is never enough-just like Kirari's presence wasn't enough anymore. Sayaka needed her to love her the way she did. To make her hers. It became an obsession, and Kirari seemed to enjoy every second.
One day, after the student council meeting, Kirari was heading back to her dorm when she realized she had left her phone behind. She turned back toward the room.
As she got closer, a sound reached her ears-soft, almost imperceptible. She pressed her ear to the door and caught it again: a quiet moan.
Kirari cracked the door open and peeked inside, caught off guard. Sayaka was sitting on the chair Kirari had occupied only minutes before, her back to the door. Her face was flushed, her expression troubled, and the moonlight from the window illuminated her trembling form.
Sayaka's hips swayed from side to side, her ponytail coming loose with each motion. She pressed her face toward the velvet chair, her movements growing faster. Her skirt rode higher with each sway, revealing more of her thighs. Her tie was loosened, her shirt half unbuttoned, and she touched herself with a distracted intensity.
Kirari's eyes widened, and then a slow, sly smile formed. She had never guessed that Sayaka could be... like this.
Eventually, Sayaka's movements slowed. She let out her last moans, then sat back, composed herself, and stood. Kirari quietly closed the door and walked down the hall. She peeked around the corner to see Sayaka leaving the room as if nothing had happened, the same serious expression firmly in place.
"So you're a dirty girl, aren't you?" Kirari whispered, smiling to herself. She had always found Sayaka intriguing--but now she was fascinated.

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The weeks passed and soon months and Sayaka and Kirari were their same selves. Kirari ordering and Sayaka following them. But now Sayaka caught Kirari's eyes lingering for too long. Sayaka didn’t hate it, she was loving it but was curious as to why she did so. Sayaka tried to ask her why she stared too long and if she was feeling well, Kirari just responded “No, I’m fine I was just admiring the view”. Sayaka turned a deep red and Kirari silently chuckled. They had a deep bond that was growing each day but both of them wanted something deeper.

One fateful day Kirari was very bored so she invited Sayaka to a game.

“Sayaka, I'm so bored. What do you think about playing a game with me?”.

Sayaka as an obedient assistant accepted “Yes Kirari I would be happy to play with you”.

“Okay so how about billiards?”. Kirari asked with a sly look on her face.

“I’m not very good at it but I’m confident I could pot some balls.” Sayaka answered hiding her curiosity

She knew what that face meant. She saw it when Kirari was plotting something malevolent.

“Excellent! Let’s head to the table”.

The table was already ready, so both girls went to grab their cue sticks and chalked the tip.

“Ok so do you want to go first?” Kirari asked.

“Oh, no, you first,” Sayaka answered.

“But I have the upper hand, I’ve played this more times than you have. I want to give you a chance” Kirari answered.

“Ok I’ll try my best,” Sayaka said.

Sayaka leaned over the table and pointed her cue stick at the middle of the ball triangle. She hit it and the balls dispersed quickly, some going in others barely missing. Sayaka had potted a striped ball so she went again.

“Phew,” Kirari said, pulling her blazer up and down to create ventilation. “I’m feeling pretty languid, how about we tweak the game for some fun” KIrari said with that same look on her face.

“What kind of tweak?” Sayaka asked.

“For every ball you pot you have to remove a garment” Kirari said grinning
Sayaka froze. “Wait president I don’t think this is appropriate I mean what if someone walked in it’s also very unprofessional" she stated as her heart beat quickened.

“Sayaka, didn't you agree when I asked you to be my assistant that you would follow my every order? Did I make a mistake in asking you?.” Kirari answered pouting.

“No president, I apologize for questioning your orders. I'll partake in this game if you tell me to”.
With that Sayaka took off her blazer revealing her white buttoned shirt.

“It’s your turn again”.

Sayaka pointed her stick to the next striped ball, her aim was good but she didn’t use enough force so the ball didn’t get potted.

“Oh no no no”. Kirari said.

“You had a good aim but you purposely didn’t pot it, I don’t want to play with a party pooper like that”. Kirari complained.

Sayaka stayed quiet.

“Ah I know how about a prize?”

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“What kind of prize?” Sayaka asked curiously.

“Hmmm how about full dominance over the other person? I know you already do that for me but maybe you somehow win and get the prize”.

“Oh yeah and I recently bought a maid outfit. It fits me kind of small so maybe it’ll fit both of us if either wins” Kirari says flirtatiously.

Sayaka froze in a daze for a split second and nodded immediately.

“You’re such a perv Saya,” Kirari says.

Kirari takes her cue stick and points it to a solid ball. She aims and hits the ball perfectly.

“Finally, it was getting hot in here, phew”.

Kirari slides her blazer down her shoulders and lets it go with one hand. Sayaka gulped her bra visible against her white shirt. It could be seen since the sun was coming in through the massive window. It was a [choose your favorite color] coloured one and her breasts were sitting perfectly against it.

Sayaka was an almost flat chested girl she didn’t mind but Kirari was at least a double D. Sayaka snapped back to reality and reprimanded herself for being exactly what the pres thought she was.

It was Kirari’s turn again since she potted the ball before. Kirari went for a complicated turn, all the balls were close to each other and the possibility of potting in a striped one was high, but she went for it anyway. That was one of the things Sayaka admired about Kirari. She went for the high stakes no matter where she was always risking something. I guess it brought a rush of thrill through her. The thought of losing something was thrilling for her.

Kirari concentrated on the shot. She closed one eye and leaned over the table. She couldn’t get the perfect shot so she put one leg on top of the table and leaned even further. Her skirt was lifted and you could see the outline of her underwear from underneath her black tights. It was a miracle that they hadn’t ripped since it looked tight. Her turquoise eyes were so concentrated on the ball she didn’t even breathe.

She hit the ball but she potted a striped ball instead.

“Well just my luck, I’m still burning up but I didn’t get a chance to take off another garment”.

Sayaka looked at her confused. “Put you potted one,” says Sayaka.

“According to the rules of the game you have to take a piece of clothing off if you potted one” says Sayaka cooly.

“Ah yes but I sadly made a mistake” Kirari pouts.

“I potted one of yours so 𝘺𝘰𝘶 have to take a garment off since it was one of your balls” Kirari said, still pouting.

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Sayaka looked at her in disbelief, but regained her serious expression after realizing the stakes. “Ok I understand” Sayaka says while taking off her shoes. “Ah ah shoes don’t count”. Sayaka keeps her shoes off but starts to slide off her socks. “Is just one ok?” Sayaka says blushing. “Oh Sayaka when you go buy socks do you just buy one?”. Sayaka shakes her head and tosses the other sock to the side. Her legs now bare, and shiny. Kirari gulps; she was finding it hard to resist herself but knew the best things come last. “Well now that your ball was potted it’s still your turn”. Sayaka heads to the table and looks at her options there's a good chance to pot the yellow striped one so she goes for that one. Her long, slender fingers curl against the cue stick, she calculates her chances and hits it. She pots a solid one. “Sorry Ms. president it seems I missed the chance to pot one” Sayaka says hiding her contentment. “Oh how sad” Kirari says as she slips off her tights. Her legs are also now bare, but in contrast to Sayaka they're more full; her thighs look squishable and her toe nails are manicured to the same color as her eyes, lips and fingernails. Sayaka thought about how fun it would be to paint each others nails. Those thoughts were what kept her alive. “Alright I guess now its my turn” Kirari says. She looks at the table then at Sayaka. She heads to the table and chooses her ball. The ball she chose is in the middle of the table so it’ll be a hard reach. She leans in like last time except this time her blazer is off so her breasts hang more. She leans more, her breasts touching the table, there are balls there so the balls sit underneath her breasts. She moves seductively as her nipples rub against them. Her underwear now visible they’re a white laced fabric. It's tugging in her buttocks wanting to reach the entryway. She shoots and a solid one goes in. “Yay I hit it, hmm what should I take off first?” Kirari asks Sayaka. “Um your shirt is fine, at least you’ve got a bra under” Sayaka says not wanting to make eye contact. “Hmm ok” Kirari says approvingly. She unbuttons the first one, her manicured, long fingers trace along the rim of the white circle. She goes for the second and the third one. Her bra is now completely visible. It’s also laced like the panties she’s wearing, but Sayaka noticed it fastens from the front. The tiny clasp fighting for it’s life to stop the bra from unclasping. Sayaka took a deep breath. Kirari finished unbuttoning her shirt and tossed it on the ground. “Well don’t just stand there staring tell me do you like what you see?” Kirari said. “Yes Ms. president you have a very nice figure. Sayaka says barely containing her anxiousness. “Oh and I guess if either of us wins if all of our garments come off right?”. “Yes I guess so”. “Ok let me try again”. Kirari looks at her options and smirks. Sayaka knew that smirk; she was planning something troublesome. Kirari chooses a ball that would be impossible to pot, she hits it with lots of force and a full grin appears on her face. Sayaka looks at the table in disbelief, she had potted two striped balls. “Oh seems like I’ve lost my turn, this ball was hard to pot” says Kirari smiling. Sayaka unbuttons her shirt fast and slips out her skirt. She was wearing a black bra and matching underwear. Sayaka is beet red now but heads to the table to do her turn. She feels the girls eyes tracing up and down her body. Most of the balls are on one side of the table so she goes to the opposite side to try and pot one in. She knows that if she pots two more she’ll be completely naked but she’ll win. She aims and shoots,immediately after she does she closes her eyes, she's scared of the outcome. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at the table. She potted two, a striped and a solid. “Oh we get to take clothing off at the same time, how sexy” Kirari remarks. “Oh and another one of the rules is if that happens then each one has to take the others off” Kirari says to Sayaka. Sayaka walks towards Kirari. “Oh Sayaka are you sick? You’re temperature is quite elevated” Kirari says worriedly. “Yes I’m fine just a little hot” Sayaka answers. “Ok are you ready?”. “Yes”. Kirari looks from her bra to her panties deciding which one to unravel. Kirari finally chooses and goes for the bra, Sayaka turns around facing her back to her. Kirari moves closer her breath hot on her neck. Her fingers reach for the clasp and untwines it. She grabs the straps and her fingers slowly trace the side of her arms. Her hands are hot on her skin as she reaches down to her hands. The pitch black bra falls to the floor. Kirari moves her hands to the girls long dark hair pulling the hair tie off. Her hair falls along her shoulders reaching about two inches above her arse. “Sayakaaa I’m waiting here” Kirari whispers to her ear. Sayaka flinches as her neck recieves such warm breath. “Ah yes ms. president” Sayaka answers. Sayaka slowly turns around revealing her naked breasts. She kneels down and reaches for Kirari’s skirt. “I would very much like to be twinning what do you think Sayaka?" Kirari asks tilting Sayaka's chin upward. “That would be fine with me” Sayaka says earnestly. She stands up and reaches for the clasp. It comes undone with just a flick. The humongous bazookas bounce up and down as the bra fall to the floor. Sayaka stares as if in a trance. Both girls just stand in silence bare breasted. Even though they’re almost completely naked the room feels suffocating. “Sayakaa” Kirari whispers. “Hmmm since you potted both balls” she points at Sayaka the tip of her pointer finger touching her right nipple. Sayaka groaned but quickly clasped her mouth shut with her hand. “You’re so cute Sayaka” Kirari says. Kirari stood thinking hardly about what to do next. “Oh I know!” Kirari springed. “It should be both of our turns but we only get to use one cue stick, how about that?” Kirari asked. “How would that work?” Sayaka asked, intrigued. “Well we would agree on what ball to hit and hope for the best but we would have to work together” Kirari whispered the last word. Sayaka felt chills run along her spine as she uttered it. Kirari took the lead as she went to one side of the table, Sayaka followed. Kirari waits for Sayaka. “You first since it would be easier to maneuver the stick” Kirari says. Sayaka nods and leans against the table. Kirari gives her the stick and they both get into position. Kirari leaned against Sayakas back her breasts smushed against her. Sayaka could feel them and the perky nirrples on her back. Sayaka aimed at the ball and Kirari’s hand soon followed. They were both concentrated on the same green striped ball that could detonate any outcome. Kirari leaned in closer, her mouth mere millimeters from her ear. Kirari then started nibbling on her ear her tongue moving rhythmically against her lobe. Sayaka didn’t dare to breathe. Kirari stopped and both girls moved the stick hitting the ball. The ball dispersed the rest of them and two went in. Two striped balls were potted. “Wow Sayaka looks like luck was on your side” Kirari whispers. Kirari moves back as Sayaka stands up and slowly takes off her panties. They slide off and hit the floor. Her labia and clitoris bright pink. Sayaka was happy but embarrassed at the same time. She had never done anything like this before. “Congratulations Sayaka” Kirari says. Kirari leans in closer grabbing her own breast teasingly. “Well? Don’t just sit there”. Syaka and Kirari lock eyes; turquoise fighting against pitch black eyes. “You’re so beautful Sayaka” Kirari whispers. Kirari runs her fingers along Sayakas cheek. Sayaka leans into the touch. “Um ms. president.” “Yes Sayaka”. “Since I'm in control now, Sayaka asks sheepishly, could I undo your braids?” “Of course Sayaka you’re my master now” Kirari says her eyes lingering on the girl. Sayaka moves her hand up to her hair and slowly takes out the ribbons, she then unbraids it and lets her white-silver hair loose. At that moment Kirari could no longer contain herself she grabbed the girls face and smashed her lips against hers. Sayaka gasped at the sudden action but quickly gave in. The kiss was gentle at first lips only brushing past. But it quickly grew hotter. Their tongues battling for dominance. Sayaka was losing balance but Kirari grabbed her arms and put them across her neck. They barely stopped for breaths everytime they stopped it only lasted a couple econds before they went to another. Kirari grabbed Sayakas arse clutching it. Sayaka moaned into the kiss. Kirari nibbled on her lip and then began going down from her cheek to her ear again. She bit hard on her ear and Sayaka let out a high yelp. “The noises you make are so beautiful” whispers Kirari in her ear. She begins tracing kisses down her neck, sucking and licking every part. Her skin tasted sweet and smelled like the body wash she used. She did it until she left hickeys on most parts. Sayaka was by now a moaning mess. Kirari’s kisses traced