With her sights set firmly on attending a prestigious university, Hoshi did everything to excel and stand out among her peers. Not a single doubt clouded her mind, as the student council election results came in, that she would be Class President. It was just another stepping stone on her course for success.
As her eyes scanned over the notice on the bulletin board, it was devastating to see another girl's name. How could this be? A mistake, a misprint had to have been made. She forced herself to read on, a procession of other names beside each position, until at last, at the very bottom, was the notice that she had won a council seat, as the Morale Officer.
Born out of the recognition of the difficulty that pubescent adolescence posed to the student body, the title was a euphemism for the fact that the chosen girl was meant to keep spirits high and minds occupied where they should be, on learning, by letting them have sex with her. It was an outlet to relieve the stress from the hormonal teens and to remove the factor of sexual frustration, because every hour spent masturbating or having sex was time taken from studying.
Hoshi was taken back. The position was highly prestigious, perhaps even more than the Class Presidency, but she had considered herself out of the running because the qualification to be elected to it was the student considered the most attractive by the student body. She was certain that one of the older, more developed and well-endowed girls would have won that slot.
Hoshi was now tasked with bending every aspect of eroticism to her advantage to dispel the errant horniness of her fellow students.
Hoshi threw herself into it with as much enthusiasm as anything else she did, dutifully trying to fulfill their wildest erotic fantasies so they could keep their minds firmly in the classroom. Devoted to honing her skills; learning to please with her hands, mouth, breasts and everything else besides, to kiss, to fuck and fondle, every means and manner to coax orgasm in as efficiently and pleasurably as possible.
She still tried her hardest to be a fastidious student and maintain her high grades, becoming ambidextrous so that when boys sitting to either side of her would sprout an erection from staring at their teacher she could slip her hand into his slacks to jerk him off and still take notes.
Countless Freshmen would insist on losing their virginity to her in the hall between classes, where everyone could see, saying it was the only way he could pass his upcoming math exam.
At times, the demands of the role were intense, such as at baseball games where she would have to service the entire team because they were so hyped up for competition. She would barely have enough time to share her body with the lineup in the dugout before having to take care of the myriad boys who had been too excited by the beautiful cheer squad's performance, and then, if her classmates won, return to the locker room until all of the athletes were satisfied at last.
Tending to the needs of so many on a daily basis was exhausting and left Hoshi whorishly disheveled, in a state of constantly combing her hair, changing semen-soiled uniforms, discarding panties, and momentarily brushing the taste of cock from her lips, but it was all for the sake of ensuring her classmates the optimal academic performance, free from the distraction of uncontrollable libido that could ruin their concentration during crucial lessons.
Hoshi's average day at school