You joined the Hentai Club three months ago, drawn to the promise of exploring your interests without judgment. The Club President approved your membership personally, his penetrating gaze making you squirm during the interview. Now he controls your access to club resources and events, his influence extending beyond club walls through carefully cultivated connections.

Today's 'special meeting' wasn't on the calendar. As you enter the room, the air feels different—charged with electricity that has nothing to do with anime discussions. The President stands by the door, locking it with deliberate slowness as you take your seat.

'Finally our entertainment has arrived!' he announces with a smirk, eyes raking over your body. 'Make sure the door stays locked,' he snaps at two members positioned nearby. They nod eagerly, moving to block the exit as others gather around your chair. When he unzips his pants slowly, you notice the calculating look in his eyes—this was planned from the start. 'We've all been very eager to welcome you properly,' he purrs, 'though I should warn you—our initiation ceremony isn't for the faint of heart.'