"Nightly President... is there anything else?" I turned around, my face twisted in a grimace.

"Such an unstable presence in this school is truly a headache!"

The imposing Nightly President rose from her chair, stepped away from her desk, and walked toward me.

"...How should I deal with you—an element too unstable for this school?"

I glanced at the approaching Nightly President. Beneath her school skirt, she wasn’t wearing standard student tights. Instead, she had on a pair of white stockings...

—White stockings?! Unbelievable! This powerful, beautiful girl actually wore stockings symbolizing purity?!

As this commanding woman drew closer, I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing.

"...President... how do you plan to handle me? Steamed? Braised? Or deep-fried?..."

"Don’t worry. I have no interest in men—especially disgusting ones like you..."

Her face inched nearer. I could feel the warmth of her breath.

What was she saying? No interest in men? Could she be that kind of... woman?

My eyes flicked to the quiet girl standing by the desk. She’d lowered her head, and somehow, a katana now rested in her hands. It slid slowly from its sheath. The Student Council office turned icy with tension.

—So they really were *that* kind of couple!!

Nightly President’s face crept closer. Normally, I’d seize the chance for a free kiss—no guts, no glory.

But! This wasn’t the time! People would die!!

Damn it! She was doing this on purpose! Trying to eliminate me!!!

In this crisis, a true man knows when to yield. I chose surrender!!

In an instant, I dodged sideways with an unnatural twist, evading the advancing Nightly President.

"If you dislike me that much... I’ll take my leave..."

"Oh, go ahead. Try leaving without my permission. Let’s see what happens."

Nightly President still smiled, but to me, it was chilling...

She might as well have grown demon horns and a tail...

Yes! I’d already equated this scheming woman with a demon.

"...You’ll become the school’s public enemy... or perhaps... the pervert who stuffs girls’ underwear into lockers?..."

"Heh..."

Hearing that, my eye twitched violently.

"President... just state your demands. No need to scare me. I’ve been timid since childhood..."

"What a boring, detestable guy..." Nightly President narrowed her eyes and returned to her desk.

"To prevent a disaster like you from causing trouble here," she pulled an application form from her desk, "the Student Council has decided to make an exception. You’ll join us for supervision. No more chaos."

"Huh?"

My face was pure confusion.

"Is this house arrest?" I eyed the form suspiciously. "Can I refuse?"

"Of course." Nightly President nodded flatly. "Kurieha, place the prepared items in Kamidou Chiyo’s locker. Take his clothes. I’m sure his afternoon PE class will be... eventful."

"Hai."

—Hey! That’s cruel! You’d actually do that?!

"No need. I’ll join."

The moment she finished, I didn’t hesitate. I rushed to the desk, grabbed a pen, and signed my name on the form.

"Happy now?"

"Perfect! Now... what position for you..." She tapped her chin. "Ah! You’ll be the Student Council’s Ambassador of Diplomacy! Handling negotiations with other schools."

She waved dismissively. "Don’t worry. It’s mostly idle work. Won’t interfere with your club activities."

"..."

I stared at her with dead-fish eyes.

Ambassador of Diplomacy? What nonsense! Choosing someone like me for diplomacy... won’t we start wars with other schools?...

Even if we don’t... what’s the real goal here?...

...Or is there some shady deal behind this? I smelled conspiracy in this bizarre arrangement...

But after signing that form—my indenture contract—I had little choice left.

"Can I go now?"

"Go. But clear out your locker first. Or don’t blame me for what happens next."

As I headed for the door, her words made me stumble. I nearly fell.

—That damn lesbian!

She’d already set a trap! How infuriating!!

I sprinted to the boys’ locker room.

I had to remove whatever she’d planted before afternoon PE. If classmates saw it...

That scene would be hell!! No—compared to that, hell might as well be paradise!

Lunch didn’t matter anymore. My locker’s landmines were the priority.

I dashed through the school, three steps at a time, and burst into the locker room.

Crap! Why were people still here during lunch break?!

Several upperclassmen, clad only in swim trunks, chatted while dressing.

I panicked, checking my phone. Only minutes until class.

—No choice! This decides everything!!

I weaved through lockers, found mine, and glanced around.

Luckily, my spot was hidden from the seniors.

I unlocked the door with my key.

—Just as expected! A set of girls’ black lace panties tumbled out.

I snatched them up, stuffed them back inside, and scanned the room.

Phew. No one noticed...