CHAPTER 42: THE PRINCIPAL

Principal Akemi Suzuki.

Ever felt like you were in the presence of royalty?

That was Principal Akemi.

She was the kind of presence that made one want to delete their last thoughts, or their shadows to stand in attention, or to want their internal monologue muzzled, or to check if their shoes were polished enough to stand in the same floor as her, or to...

She was just a really intimidating person!

She strode to the front with purposeful, heel-clicking steps. She had a voluptuous build as well: a big round pair of breasts, and a very nicely shaped round ass.

She was a bit more slender and fit as she exercised very religiously. But undeniably, she was truly a pure sexy milf.

In Renji’s eyes, she was a vision of mature, untouchable sexuality, plump and curvaceous in all the right ways.

Today, she was wearing a tight blue suit that hugged her as tightly as a jealous girlfriend, the jacket straining against her massive, heaving breasts that jiggled subtly with each movement.

Her button was the true hero, holding back those massive juggs clearly wasn’t an easy task. It was threatening to pop under any more pressure.

The skirt she wore was pencil-style, clinging to her wide hips and thick, plush thighs. The fabric rode up just enough to hint at the garters beneath, and Renji could already imagine how her plump ass was swaying hypnotically behind her.

She had shiny black hair falling behind her like a silky dark river, a strand beside her cold dark eyes, framing a sharp, beautiful face with high cheekbones and full, red-painted lips pressed into a stern line.

Her signature red glasses perched on her nose, magnifying her piercing dark eyes that scanned the room like a hawk spotting prey.

A true woman with an aura of absolute authority.

That was what she was known for in the Seihou High.

Akemi Suzuki was stern and strict to her core, a no-nonsense tyrant who ruled Seihou High with an iron fist.

Renji remembered the instances vividly, and each one of them solidified her fearsome reputation among students and teachers alike.

There was the time last year when a group of third-years skipped club activities for a "study session" that turned into loitering at the arcade.

What did this woman do?

She dragged them back by their ears in front of the entire school, forcing them to clean every classroom for a month while reading aloud apologies over the intercom daily.

Everyone had a laugh over that. And those kids were still traumatized till now.

Teachers weren’t spared; Mr. Tanaka, the math instructor, once arrived five minutes late to a staff meeting, and she docked his pay publicly, lecturing him for twenty minutes on punctuality while the faculty sat in terrified silence.

Heck, even the vice principal trembled when she entered the office unannounced, her red glasses flashing as she dissected budgets line by line, firing a janitor on the spot for leaving a mop bucket in the hall.

A girl was suspended for months over a visible tattoo, a boy sent home indefinitely for backtalk.

She was feared because her rules were absolute, her punishments creative and humiliating, and her presence alone could freeze a room.

Because of her strict imperialistic character, the students had a hidden nickname for her. One that rhymed with a particular German man with a unique mustache.

But because of the fear they all had for her, the nickname didn’t dare become popular enough.

In Renji’s opinion, Principal Akemi was the kind of woman he could only admire from afar.

She was elegant, powerful, holding herself in such high regard that messing with her was suicide.

There was no chance of using the Milf Note on her; he’d likely never enter her house, guarded as it was by her status and that ever-present self guarded vibe she carried herself.

His eyes, however, slowly trailed to Hitomi beside him.

’Hmm. But on second thought...’

Principal Akemi cleared her throat, her voice woven with authority.

"Good morning, students. I am here to announce the official yearly inter-school art competition for final-year students."

Renji’s mind perked. ’Oh yeah. I applied for that. I almost forgot with all this Milf Note business.’

Principal Akemi continued. "This is a prestigious event involving Seihou High and three rival schools. The theme is ’Urban Evolution,’ and the event is next month on July 14th."

"As you already know, the winners receive academic credits toward university recommendations, a cash prize of 500,000 yen, and their work displayed at the city gallery. Top three placements exempt participants from final exams in elective subjects."

Renji leaned forward. Knowing his present situation, he was aware how much he needed this. It was why he had applied.

The Milf Note conquests were thrilling, but academics were his foundation, his ticket to a future beyond revenge.

Art was his outlet, a way to channel his intellect into something tangible, and this competition? It was a golden opportunity for recognition, credits, and padding his resume.

Akemi continued, her red glasses glinting. "Now to announce our school’s representative."

Everyone tensed up with interest. There had been 14 applicants in the class but only one was going to be selected. Principal Akemi took her time before announcing.

"Our representative will be Renji Kenshiro."

Renji’s eyes widened. ’I got it! Heh! I freaking got it!’

The class erupted in silence at first, then whispers and murmurs rippled like waves.

Kaito turned back from the front row to look at Renji. His face was twisted in a jealous glare, his fists clenching on his desk.

Akemi raised a hand, quelling the noise. "Renji Kenshiro, ensure that you work closely with the Class President to prepare materials, logistics, and practice sessions."

Renji glanced at Hitomi who appeared extremely excited and quickly hid her face when she saw him looking.

"Meetings start tomorrow after classes. The date like I said is July 15th. Do not fail Seihou High, Mr. Kenshiro! We’re all depending on you."

She looked at the rest of the students. "Return to your studies."

Then she turned on her heel, and left the classroom.

The moment the door closed, the class erupted into discussion of envy and disbelief.

It wasn’t like Renji wasn’t one of the most talented artists in the class, but they expected that the person to represent the school wouldn’t be some broke loser, who lived alone without his parents.

Kaito shot up from his seat, stomping toward Renji with a snarl. "You? The rep? That’s complete bullshit. You must have stolen that spot, somehow you little—"

His hand reached out, grabbing Renji’s collar.

But the door burst open again. This time, Miss Haruka strode in, and she stopped it instantly.

"Kaito Hoshizawa!"

The boy paused and turned to Miss Haruka.

"Sit down now! What is this disruption on my watch?"

Kaito glanced at Renji, his eyes a warning. "This isn’t over." Then with a grumble, he complied, slinking to his seat.

Haruka adjusted her glasses, hiding a naughty smile behind her clipboard. "Everyone, bring out your history textbooks. Chapter 12. Open them."

Renji smirked inwardly, catching Haruka’s glance. ’Good timing, slut.’

Time trickled by, and soon, the bell rang for recess.

After a quick lunch, Renji was once again in the place he always was at this time: the staff toilet.

Haruka was bent over the sink, her skirt hiked up, her thick ass exposed.

A glittering anal plug winked in her tight asshole, while the sound of vibrations hummed softly in the air.

Renji smirked, standing behind her as she shivered helplessly, letting out nasty soft moans.

"You obeyed. You put the anal plug in your ass, just like I asked. And you brought back the vibrator."

The same vibrator that had started all of this.

Haruka moaned submissively, pushing back. "Of course I did, Master. You demanded it... and I’ll always obey my student master."

Renji increased the vibrator’s intensity, a smirk lighting up his face.

"He-he. We’re going to have lots of fun today."