Satsuki raised an eyebrow dispassionately, so it's not just a tan, she thought.

Ira Gamagoori stood resolutely before her, his face a grim mask of duty without even a hint of a blush as he stood nude before the student council president. His body was covered in muscles and his discipline in such a situation was worthy of praise, Satsuki thought. Even as she stepped toward him he kept his vision forward and pure, not even flinching when she began to run her hand along his abdominals.

"I think I can make great use of you, Ira Gamagoori." She told him, breaking several minutes worth of silence.

Gamagoori's eyes even now were forward, missing the fact that Satsuki Kiryuin was staring at his cock as she spoke. It was slightly darker than the rest of his skin and hung pendulously, impressive in length and girth in spite of his being flaccid. Yes, Satsuki thought, she would make great use out of Gamagoori, both his body and his beautifully uncut western cock.