The daily life of a club

"You're going too slow, Isa."

"It's just that you're going too fast, Kaelen."

My name is Isadora, and I'm the president of the literature club. I'm currently heading to the club room accompanied by my best friend, Kaelen, who affectionately calls me "Isa" as a nickname.

The literature club room is on the third floor, far from the main classrooms of Carmilla Academy, making it somewhat isolated. That's why the club isn't as popular compared to others that are better located.

"By the way, Isa, how many times did you do it yesterday?"

"I broke my record with 10 times!"

"Wow, I only did it 6 times. I guess you're the president for a reason."

"Don't worry too much. The numbers might matter, but the feeling matters more!"

"Yeah, if you say so."

While we were having this trivial conversation, we ended up arriving at the club room, which is a quiet place to read without many people.

"Hello, Isadora, Kaelen, you're late."

"We apologize for the delay, and thank you for your hard work."

"As long as you understand, it's fine. Now we'll start the activities once everyone is ready."

The one who greeted us with those words upon entering was the club advisor, Alanna, who was accompanied by Genevieve and Aura, who were already in the classroom. Seeing this, I realize we really are late....

"Alright, everyone is ready!"

"Okay, then we'll start by presenting yesterday's practice results."

Saying this, Professor Alanna pointed to Kaelen, sitting next to me.

"Kaelen, you start this time."

"Alright! Last time, I masturbated 6 times thinking about my master while putting a vibrator on my nipples, throwing myself on the floor, and begging."

"Not bad, but it can improve!"

This is how the usual activity report began. The activity is "masturbating while thinking about your master and developing your own body." Currently, the Literature Club doesn't engage in the same activities it typically used to.

And all this suddenly began a few months ago, ever since the concept of "master" became a common understanding among us, eliminating any interest or thing that wasn't the master. Since then, the Literature Club became a place to strengthen loyalty to the master and cultivate the spirit necessary to serve him.

"Now, up next is Isadora."

I was calmly recalling everything until Professor Alanna called my name.

"Yes! I masturbated 10 times thinking about my master♥♥♥ I rubbed my breasts with both hands and masturbated, dreaming of the day I would serve my master and could cum just from my breasts♥♥♥"

"I'm jealous, Isa. It's a good size, right?"

Kaelen said this, feeling self-conscious about her small breasts, but personally, I think the master will be happy with masturbators of various shapes and sizes, so I don't think she should worry.

"Next up is Aura."

"Yes! I... fantasized about being the master's slave-girlfriend and being loved to have a lot of sex, so I did it seven times ♥"

Aura seems to be the most innocent of the group. At first, I thought the same, but there's no way slaves like us could deserve something like that from such a great master.

Well, although it's true that the fantasy of being pampered by the master and getting comfortable is quite entertaining...

"Finally, there's Genevieve."

"In my case, I got excited by the fantasy of swearing servitude to my master, kneeling naked and offering him all my possessions♥"

Genevieve seems to be from a rather wealthy family, which is why she seems to have awakened to the masochistic pleasure of surrendering everything to the master.

"Very good, it seems everyone is doing their best."

"But what about you, Professor?"

"In my case, I do.... 17 times♥"

"What?!"

That's incredible, considering her busy work as a teacher...

"Just thinking about the master makes my nipples hard and my pussy wet, you know? And then I can't stop♥"

"You're incredible."

"An example to follow."

"I want to be like you."

"Let's aspire to be slaves who can think of their master anytime, anywhere♥"

"By the way, has the professor met the master before?"

Aura asked. In fact, we've never met the master; we only have the concept of the master in mind, fantasizing about being trained to serve him, strengthening our loyalty.

That way, when we meet our master someday, we can serve him. But maybe the professor knows what he looks like?

"I'm sorry to tell you that I don't know what or who the master is either."

"Really...?"

It's a bit disappointing to hear that...

"But we must do our best today so that someday we can serve the master."

"Yes!"

And so, after finishing the activity report, each one took off their clothes to begin developing their bodies, with methods varying depending on each person, such as playing with the clitoris, massaging their breasts, or inserting dildos into their vaginas.

But just when it seemed the literature club's daily routine would continue, he appeared...

(The door bursts open!)

"I've come to join!"

"Huh?"

"What...?"

"?"

It was a rather young student with silver hair and white eyes, who had recently become a topic of conversation due to "the Silver Princess faction" or the creation of an exclusive bathroom.

If I remember correctly, his name is Mireya, and to be honest, I have no idea what impression to have of him entering by kicking the door while posing with a hand on his face...

"Uhm, you're Mireya, right?"

"Indeed, that is my name."

"Do you need something?"

I decided to ask him, not knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve with all those poses and expressions he was making in front of the door.

"I am the master who has descended upon this club."

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!♥♥♥"

"Huh? Wait? What does that mean? Is Mireya our 'master'?"

"♥Um, what do you mean?"

"That's why I'll repeat it. I am the master who has come to conquer this club."

"♥♥♥♥♥"

"Huh?!"

There was no longer any doubt. Immediately, all the club members collapsed to look at the master's face.

It's so great, just too great! I can feel my hips unconsciously moving up and down♥♥♥, and I'm not the only one♥. They all bow before the master, sweetly panting and pathetically swaying their hips, without taking their eyes off the master's face♥.