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At noon, in the principal's office of Seika Jogakuin Academy.
Jin was leaning back in Rikka's chair as if it were his own. The fingers of his right hand drummed rhythmically on the leather armrest, and a lazy smile curved his lips as he watched the scene in front of him.
"U-Understood, sir. From now on, the academy will be entirely under the management of Principal Sumeragi Rikka."
"We will follow her instructions to the letter, and we will send the outstanding students from the other schools in the corporate group to this academy for their advanced training."
Five middle aged men in suits, with expensive watches and polished shoes, stood in front of the desk with the meekness of men who know who decides their fate. They were the remaining members of the academy's board of directors, men who until yesterday moved millions with a single phone call.
Now they were trembling like lambs.
"Very well, gentlemen." With a vague wave of his hand, Jin dismissed them, though for an instant something cold flashed across his gaze, so brief that none of those present could have sworn they saw it.
"Remember your words well... You may leave."
"Yes, sir!"
The five backed away quickly without turning their backs to him, and closed the door behind them so carefully that the click of the latch was nearly inaudible.
With the silence returning to the office, Jin stretched out in the chair, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.
After obtaining Shigeru's memories, the play had been simple. Taking advantage of the fact that the news of his death hadn't spread yet, he used his name and his internal communication codes to summon the remaining board members to the academy. They came like obedient dogs, expecting orders from their boss.
What they found was Jin sitting in his chair.
And before they could even open their mouths, pulses from his magnetic field had penetrated their minds and rewritten their priorities.
Now Seika Jogakuin Academy belonged to him completely, every classroom, every hallway, and above all, every woman who walked through them.
"Jin-kun, you actually pulled it off...!"
Rikka's voice came from behind the chair, tinged with disbelief.
Her delicate fingers descended onto Jin's broad shoulders. Her nails, painted red, grazed his shirt while her thumbs found the tense muscles of his traps and began kneading them with a gentle pressure that betrayed practice.
That group of board members had been a weight on her chest for years... Every night she spent in this office reviewing reports, every new case of a student who broke down, every rumor she had to silence, the shadow of those men was behind it all.
They were untouchable... And Jin had dealt with them in a single morning!
Admiration warmed her gaze, and the pressure of her fingers on him grew more intense, tracing the contours of those muscles she already knew well.
"That's why I told you, you need to have more faith in me."
Jin turned his head just enough to look at her. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled.
"Kyaa~ā„ļø!"
The startled squeal echoed through the office as Rikka fell right onto his lap, landing with her ass on his thighs and her back against his chest.
The impact made her tits bounce, and before she could compose herself, Jin's arms were already wrapped around her waist.
Her warmth hit him immediately.
A warmth that wasn't just physical, it was a subtle heat she gave off every time she was close to him, one that rose from the mark on her lower belly.
Jin took his time looking her over.
Today Rikka was wearing a black blazer that fit like it had been sewn onto her, with a single button that was clearly rethinking its life choices.
Underneath, a white blouse that clung to her body like a second skin, and those juicy tits showed shamelessly, separated by a valley that begged to get lost in.
The black skirt, impossibly short, hugged her hips and thighs like it was afraid to let go, and her flesh spilled over the edges with the stubbornness of something crammed where it doesn't fit. Further down, those thick, long legs were wrapped in black stockings that gleamed like they were showing off.
His hand landed on Rikka's thigh and started climbing.
He was in no rush. His fingers crept upward, squeezing slowly, feeling that soft, warm flesh sink beneath the fabric. Nylon and skin. Fuck. He could feel the heat coming right through his fingers.
He went higher.
And then he found the edge where the stocking ended and she began. Bare skin, soft, forbidden. Rikka shivered from head to toe when his fingers crossed the line.
"So..." His fingers played right there, at the edge, slipping under the stocking and back out. "Shouldn't someone be keeping her promise from yesterday?"
Rikka held her breath.
The memory of the previous afternoon, of what she had offered, lit up her cheeks like a match.
But the embarrassment lasted only an instant.
"... O-Of course, my little man~"
With a smile that wanted to be seductive but was betrayed by her nerves, she stood up from his lap and backed away toward the desk.
Still with her back to him, she looked at him over her shoulder, those violet eyes, without the glasses that usually framed them, burning with fire.
And she began to undress.
First she slipped off the blazer, sliding it down her shoulders with a slow movement that made the fabric caress her arms as it fell.
Then the blouse.
The buttons at the collar gave way.
One. Two. Three.
Each one revealing another inch of skin, of collarbone, of the swell of those breasts that pushed against the fabric with an urgency that made the remaining buttons look like they were about to pop off.
The fourth button, the fifth.
And when the last one came undone, the blouse slid off her shoulders like a curtain opening.
!
Jin gripped the armrest hard.
Because when the blouse fell, what was revealed was... black lingerie.
A sheer piece, thin as smoke, that more than cover, it suggested. The gauze clung to her torso leaving everything half visible: the silhouette of those tits that no hand could hold, pushing the fabric upward, the pink, hard nipples showing through with a clarity that made that thread of fabric more exciting than being naked.
Rikka unfastened her skirt.
Revealing that belly with its soft layer of padding that Jin remembered kneading, and further down, the pink Guardian Angel mark that pulsed gently beneath her skin.
The clasp gave way and the black fabric slipped down her hips.
Panties that were nothing but a string.
Tiny for the amount of flesh they were trying to cover. The fabric sank between the lips of her pussy, molding against the swollen shape of her vulva with a pressure that outlined every detail through it.
And in the back, nothing. The fabric didn't exist. That fat ass had swallowed it between her cheeks, which trembled slightly.
The black stockings reached mid thigh, squeezing at the point where the elastic dug in, creating that subtle overflow that seemed designed to destroy anyone's sanity.
She turned around and there were Jin's eyes, devouring her shamelessly. The smile that bloomed on Rikka's face was pure victory.
"How do I look?" She slid a finger under the shoulder strap, toying with it. "I put it on especially after finding out Jin-kun was coming today~"
And it was true, she had chosen every piece that morning. She had tried on three different sets, discarding one for being too modest, another for being too ugly, until she found the exact balance between elegance and depravity.
'All for him~'
Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and bent over the desk.
Her torso descended until her tits were crushed against the table. The gauze compressed between her flesh and the wood, and her nipples pressed against the surface, drawing a shudder out of her.
And she raised her hips toward him. Offering herself.
And in that position her cheeks spread just enough to frame the strip of lace that sank between them. Lower, where the fabric covered her pussy, the wetness had already begun to darken the fabric even more.
But that wasn't what she was offering.
Her fingers traveled back. They hooked the string of the panties that disappeared between her cheeks and pulled it aside.
And what was left exposed was what she had promised.
Her back entrance. Pink, tiny, puckered into a tight knot that clenched.
"I have the good habit of cleaning my body every day~"
"..."
Breathing in and out deeply, trying to control himself, Jin didn't want this to be over quickly.
This kind of delicacy was like a fine wine: you had to let it breathe before the first sip.
Standing up without hurry, he positioned himself behind her.
From this angle, the view was criminal: that arched back descending from her shoulder blades to her impossibly narrow waist, and from there the explosion of hips and ass rising like an offering, with that little pink entrance throbbing.
But not yet.
Reaching out, he grabbed those fat cheeks with hunger.
Under his grip the flesh yielded with a liquid softness, spilling out between his fingers.
Squeezing his fingers hard, the masses deformed, flattened, bulged at the sides, trembling with every change of shape he forced on them.
He pressed them together, spread them apart, lifted them and let them drop to watch them bounce and jiggle in waves that traveled down her thighs.
"Mmh~... ngh~..."
Rikka clenched her jaw against the desk, eyes shut and fingers clawing at the wood.
Every squeeze sent jolts through her, and the wetness that had been building for a while now soaked through the fabric of her panties, dripping onto the edge of the desk.
Plic... Plic... Plic...
After enjoying those juicy cheeks for a few minutes, Jin knew the moment had ripened.
He undid his belt. The zipper came down. And when he freed it from his boxers, what emerged made Rikka, who had turned her head to look, open her eyes wide.
Seeing it for the second time was no less shocking than the first...
He pushed the lace string aside, already soaked through, positioned the tip against her small front entrance, and pushed in.
"OOOHH~ā„ļø!!!..."
A deep sound erupted from the very core of Rikka's being.
It wasn't a scream or a moan.
It was a sigh of absolute satisfaction, the sound a woman makes when something she desperately needed finally arrives where it belongs.
The feeling of being full. Completely... brutally full.
Her inner walls nearly tore to accommodate him, squeezing around him with a hot passion that sucked every inch deeper inside.
And when he bottomed out, when Jin's pelvis slammed against her cheeks with a meaty sound that echoed off the walls of the room, Rikka let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
She felt everything. Every throb. That absurd fullness that stretched her from inside and made her curl her fingers.
And she started moving on her own.
Her hips rocked backward, meeting him halfway.
The rhythm was set: she pushed back, he thrust forward, and their bodies collided with a heavy sound that filled the office.
PLAPā„ļø... PLAP... PLAPā„ļø...
"I-Incred... hahh~ā„ļø... incredi...! M-my Jin-kun... is incred...ibleā„ļø! HE'S INCREDIBLE~ā„ļø!"
Rikka's voice was no longer a voice. It was a broken howl that rose and fell with every thrust, out of control, without dignity, without anything.
"MORE...! F-FASTER~ā„ļø! EVEN FASTER~~ā„ļøā„ļø!!"
Jin obeyed.
PLAPā„ļø! PLAP! PLAPā„ļø! PLAP! PLAPā„ļø!
The pace skyrocketed. Every collision shook the entire desk, rattling the pens in their holders and vibrating the framed diplomas on the wall.
Her ass absorbed every thrust in waves of flesh that rippled through her whole body all the way to her tits.
And the waves came.
Wave after wave of furious pleasure, each one higher than the last, crashing against the small boat that was Rikka without giving her a chance to breathe.
She gripped the edge of the desk like a castaway, nails dug into the wood, while her body was rocked without mercy.
Her juices ran in rivers soaking her stockings, splashing with every collision in drops that flew in every direction.
"Uuuhgg~ā„ļø... my bra...in... my brain is going... going to bre...akā„ļø..."
Her consciousness was fading.
The world shrank down to the sensations exploding in her pussy: the hot friction, the monstrous pressure, the way he opened her up from inside with every thrust like he was trying to reshape her.
"I'm cumming, Rikka!"
"Yes~ā„ļø!! Insideā„ļøā„ļø!! ALL OF IT INSIDEā„ļøā„ļø!!"
The release exploded in her belly like a bomb.
Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded her womb, filling her until the pressure made her clench her teeth, and still more kept coming, overflowing her, leaking around him and dripping down her thighs in thick white strings that ran all the way down to her stockings.
"Hahh~ā„ļø... hahh~ā„ļø..."
Rikka melted onto the desk with her arms limp, her legs shaking, and her cheek pressed against the wood with a smile she couldn't erase.
Several seconds of heavy breathing filled the office. The smell of sex was so thick you could chew it.
"Want to keep going?"
Rikka's violet eyes opened. Still lost. But deep in those dilated pupils something burned that hadn't dimmed one bit.
"Keep going...?" She licked her lips, tasting her own sweat. "Jin-kun... if you stop now... I'll kill you~ā„ļø"
Past thirty, a woman like her was a tigress awakened, and a single round wasn't even the appetizer.
It took a lot more than that to quench the years of drought that boiled inside her.
But just when both of them were gearing up for round two...
Knock Knock
Someone knocked on the door.
Both of them froze.
"Principal, are you in there?"
A feminine voice, young and polite, came from the other side of the door.
!
Rikka's eyes snapped open.
Panic swept the expression of pleasure off her face in a fraction of a second, and she looked at Jin with a mix of alarm and frustration.
"I-It seems we have no choice but to stop..." She murmured with resignation, already making a move to pull away.
But Jin leaned over her, pushing himself back in to the hilt, and brought his mouth to her ear.
"No. We're going to keep going."
"B-but..."
Disbelief painted her face. Keep going? With someone on the other side of the door? In her office? While she was still pinned to the desk with him inside her?
"Do as I say."
And before Rikka could protest, he activated his ability.
His presence dissolved, his figure turning transparent from the edges inward, until his body merged completely with the surroundings. Light passed through him, air flowed around him, and where a man had been, now there was nothing.
"Mmm~ā„ļø..."
But Rikka could still feel him inside her: the heat, the thickness, the pressure of his body against her back.
She turned her head, scanned the office, and found no one.
It was like being taken by a ghost!
And what made her heart race even more was that the thrusts didn't stop.
PLAPā„ļø... PLAP... PLAPā„ļø...
Slow. Deep. Each one reaching her very depths with a cruel deliberation that forced her to feel him going in and out.
'T-This man is insane...!'
Dressing herself as decently as she could and with her arms propped on the desk, she spoke.
"I-Is... is that you, Louisa?"
Her voice came out miraculously steady. Years of practice holding in her emotions served her in the most absurd moment of her life.
"C-Come... in, go ahā Mmf~~ā„ļøā„ļø!!"
A particularly deep thrust cut her off mid word, and she bit her lip so hard it left a mark.
The door opened.
And the young woman who entered looked like she had stepped out of a Renaissance painting. Blonde hair, long and silky, falling over her shoulders like a golden waterfall.
A noble bearing, upright, with that natural elegance that isn't learned but inherited, and eyes green as emeralds that swept the office with curiosity.
She wore the academy's blue uniform impeccably, and every gesture she made, from the way she closed the door to how she clasped her hands in front of her skirt, exuded a refined grace that made her seem more like a princess than a student.
And beneath that uniform, proportions that rivaled the principal's own: enormous breasts that the blouse barely contained, a waist that wasn't particularly slim, but hips that could cause a heart attack.
"Principal, I wanted to talk to you about something..."
But the moment Louisa took two steps forward, she stopped and her nose wrinkled.
Something wasn't right.
There was a strange smell in the office.
Subtle but unmistakable to anyone who wasn't completely innocent, and the principal's state wasn't normal either.
Rikka was standing behind her desk, both hands pressed against the surface as if she needed to hold herself up. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her breath came out ragged through her nose, and fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead and neck.
"Principal, are you feeling ill?" Concern softened her expression, and she took another step toward the desk.
Behind Rikka, invisible to the entire world, Jin hadn't stopped moving.
His hands gripped her waist tightly, and his hips kept a slow but relentless rhythm, going in and out with a depth that made her legs tremble.
"N-no... hahh~ā„ļø... it's nothing..."
Rikka bit the inside of her cheek. Every word was a battle.
"It's just that...ā„ļøMm~... it's a... a little... hot in here..."
Under the desk, where Louisa couldn't see, Rikka's juices kept dripping, falling to the floor in a small puddle that grew with every invisible thrust.
PLAP... PLAP... PLAP...
The sounds were nearly inaudible. Jin controlled the speed and force with precision, just enough for Rikka to feel everything without the noise giving them away.
But for her, that slow rhythm was worse than the brutality from before. Each thrust was an exquisite torture that reached her deepest spot and stayed there for a moment, pressing, before pulling out with a slowness that left her empty and desperate until the next one.
Her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched around him with hungry contractions that tried to keep him inside every time he pulled back.
Meanwhile, Jin watched the beautiful young woman who had just walked in, running his eyes over that figure with lust.
And then the system appeared.
[Ding]
[Protagonist available for contract!]
[Name: Louisa Richter]
[Personality: Serious, Tsundere, Misandrist]
[Hobby: Ballet]
[Description: Heiress of Richter Technology Corporation. Third year student in the preparatory section of Seika Academy. Student council president. Because she witnessed her father's infidelity with her own eyes as a child, she developed an attitude of distrust and even repulsion toward men. She firmly opposes the psychological counseling teacher system that Principal Rikka Sumeragi plans to implement.]
'Well, well...'
This was the heroine detection aura he had redeemed for 50,000 points. Every time an uncontracted protagonist appeared nearby, he would receive an automatic notification.
And this golden haired tsundere princess, who hated men with every fiber of her soul, had no idea that the man she would despise the most was standing ten feet away from her, invisible, with his cock buried to the hilt inside the woman she respected most in the world.
What delicious irony.
"L-Louisa..."
Rikka finally tried to start the conversation, every word costing her a monumental effort. "Wh...at do... you need... me for?"
And under the desk, her hand reached back and pinched, she didn't know what exactly, but she did it with a force that would have left a mark on a normal man.
The message was clear: 'Stop. Fucking. Moving. You. Bastard.'
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