Sakuramoria

— As you command!
Making sure no one was around, Elliot got down on all fours, waiting for Futaba to praise him for completing the mission.

— Uhh... — the president scratched his head, looking puzzled and embarrassed, then leaned over to Elliot and patted him on the head through his hood. — Well... Good job... For once, you managed to channel your hidden, impure thoughts into something that could help our classmates, both male and female, to distract themselves from their everyday problems... You turned your weakness into a strength... Well done!

— I... was held in an arena in Aeolia and forced to fight to the death, so I'm not afraid of some social... social... what was it called? — Iva decided that it was clear enough and didn't continue. — Well... He's tall, confident, with gentle, skillful fingers...

— He... — Futaba paused for a couple of seconds, wondering if her assessment of his appearance or moral qualities even made sense in this conversation. — Well, okay, but besides all that, he's a demon. It's not just about social prejudices, but about the fact that your whole life will change. People might even bully you. And... Are you sure he loves you and won't leave you? Well, if you just want offspring...