Meanwhile, across the school, Kaori Katsuri strode purposefully toward the principal's office.

She had woken up that morning differently than she did in most mornings. There was something refreshing in the air of her usually suffocating room.

It was like she had just received a body-relaxing massage that had cleared all the stress, all the ache and hidden pain in her muscles. She had unlocked a new part of herself that she was excited to explore.

But, as she made coffee and sipped it down with chocolate bread, her mind couldn't help but travel to random thoughts.

And that was when guilt filtered in.

All she did yesterday; filling her stomach with cum, pounding her ass on Renji's cock and losing what was most valuable to her—her virginity, that wasn't how she was raised by her parents. That wasn't the right path.

But then again, it was what made this even more enthralling. She realized she was finally breaking free from the chains of her strict parents. She no longer lived with them, they were far away in the village, so they could no longer control her life.

Now, she could choose what she wanted to do, and if it was to get drunk on Renji's cum, then no one had the right to stop her.

She just had to take the leap of faith. She just had to officially decide to let go of her parents' rules and fall into Renji's corruptive embrace.

It was up to her.

Though, unbeknownst to the literature teacher, her decision was being guided by the magical Milf Note, leading her down the inevitable path to Renji Kenshiro.

But can she fight back?

That school day, even she noticed how calmly things were going. It was like angels had visited the school that day, ordering silence and reverence.

Students walked past her, heading to their classes, while she ignored them as usual, her heels clicking on the floor.

Today, in the hopes that Renji would see her, she was wearing an extraordinarily fitted blouse with no tux this time and pencil skirt. It clinged to her curvaceous figure more than it naturally did, causing every curve she possessed to be highlighted.

Her big tits bounced ridiculously with each confident step, drawing fleeting glances from passing students and staff, but her face remained a mask of cold sternness, silver eyes focused ahead like lasers.

Soon enough, she arrived at her destination. A door that was labelled: Principal of Seihou High: Akemi Suzuki.

Kaori approached the door and knocked firmly, three precise raps.

"Come in," came Principal Akemi Suzuki's voice from within, calm and authoritative.

Kaori pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind her with a soft click.

It was only the second time she was entering this office in months and it reminded Kaori about the dream she had: to be a principal one day and lead a great school like Seihou High.

The office was impeccably organized. Mrs Suzuki clearly had her taste in being clean and orderly.

The bookshelves were lined with educational tomes, and the large desk was filled with papers and stationery that was perfectly placed rather than being clustered.

Akemi—Mrs Suzuki—was seated behind it, her glasses perched on her nose as she looked up from a report. Akemi was in her early forties, with sharp features and a professional bun, exuding the poise of a seasoned educator.

Kaori had always looked up to her. She saw her as a woman of beauty and yet power. And she was also the only person she was terrified of. Just like the rest of the school, Akemi's terror was inescapable.

"Ms. Katsura," Akemi said, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. "Please, sit."

Kaori took the seat, crossing her legs smoothly, even though she was nervous, her stern expression remained unchanging. "Thank you, Principal Suzuki."

Akemi nodded. "I was told there was something of import you wanted to inform me about yesterday. My secretary mentioned you seemed quite urgent."

Kaori's silver eyes raised to meet Akemi's, and she paused, thoughtful for a long moment. She'd forgotten that she came here yesterday and was about to report to Mrs Suzuki what she saw.

Should she still go ahead? It was a chance to right all the wrong she did last night, a chance for redemption.

After a moment, she replied with a measured tone, "Oh, don't worry yourself at all. The matter has been resolved, Ma'am. It wasn't really a big deal after all."

Akemi leaned back slightly, her brows furrowing in mild surprise. "Really? My secretary made it sound like you were truly troubled. What could have been the issue? I'm here if you need to discuss it. So please, be honest with me. I expect that from all my teachers."

Kaori's eyes drifted to the side, a dreamy haze clouding them as memories flooded in: Renji's thick cock pounding her senseless, her body twisted in ecstasy, promises extracted in the heat of depravity.

'The issue is that I let Renji Kenshiro fuck me stupid last night,' she thought inwardly, a secret thrill shivering through her, 'and now I'm addicted to my student's cock.'

But she couldn't tell her that, and she knew Mrs Suzuki wasn't going to relent either, so she gave her what she wanted: Honesty.

"Well, since you're asking, Ma'am... It's about your daughter, Hitomi. I mean, you've also noticed the change in her demeanor I'm sure? The way she's dressing, acting a bit more... outgoing?"

Akemi's face lowered, a shadow of concern crossing her features as she removed her glasses, polishing them absently with a cloth.

"Yes, I have," she admitted softly. She was ashamed, proven by the tone in her voice.

"It's been troubling me. She's always been so reserved, focused on her studies and the student council. This sudden shift... Well, thank you for your concern, Ms. Katsura. I appreciate you bringing it to my attention. You may leave now."

Kaori nodded, rising from her chair and smoothing her skirt. She turned toward the door, her hand on the knob, when Akemi's voice stopped her.

"Wait, Ms. Katsura. One more thing. Have you seen my daughter spending time with any... reckless-looking boy? Anyone who might be influencing her?"

Kaori paused, turning back with a neutral expression. "No, I haven't. Why do you suspect it's a boy?"

Akemi sighed, leaning forward on her elbows, her eyes distant. "Because Hitomi confided in me—just before she started dressing this way—that a boy had rejected her. It seemed to hit her hard. I'm worried she's trying to... change herself for someone like that."

Kaori's lips pressed into a thin line, understanding dawning. "I see. I'll be on the lookout, Ma'am. If I notice anything, I'll report it immediately."

"Thank you," Akemi said, nodding gratefully as Kaori exited, closing the door softly behind her.

Outside in the hallway, Kaori leaned against the wall for a moment, thinking to herself.

'A boy?' she thought, her mind racing back to Renji. He was the only boy her inexperienced mind gave her since he was also affecting her character.

'The only boy I know who can make any woman act irrationally is Renji Kenshiro. That cock of his... What it did to me. He's surely already done it to the poor principal's daughter.'

Inside the office, Akemi sat staring at the door, her fingers drumming thoughtfully on the desk.

'Maybe I should hire a teacher to keep an eye on my daughter,'she mused, her worry deepening. 'I have to find out who she's hanging out with, before this gets out of hand.'

She reached for her phone. 'My daughter's future is at risk here!'

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