βForgive you?β She watched as the tall woman fell back, lying in those juices of hers. Looking at the now violated broom stick.
βYour previous arroganceβ¦ Too high. If you wish for forgiveness, you will come to my place.β
βHa! What, is this broom too hard~?β
Now that she knows whatβs going on, she smugly grins. Grinding that stick up there, poking further with it, while doing her rich girl laugh.
βGo on! What were you saying again~?β
βHmph! You think your authority is higher than /mine/? Youβre just a commoner!β
Sheβs using the broom stick of hers to poke up there. Poke, poke poke poke.
βYouβre Class President, you know! You canβt just go around doing that!β
Sheβs grabbing said broom stick, pointing it directly at her, akin to something of a warning.
βYour height doesnβt compensate for your lack of wealth, you should understand just how important I am!β
βHmph! My grades are just fine, thank you very much! Perhaps you should know where you stand in the hierarchy around hereβ¦
Beneath me, like a peasant should be!β
If itβs early morning, the royal woman needs to take care of her morning load.
So she typically finds whichever peasant is the closest, to relieve herself.
Despite how small she is, her womb smashing thrusts can deal some heavy damage.
Itβs best not to get on her bad sideβ or even her /good/ side for that matter.