It was already dusk outside.
On the horizon, the sun was setting. Already, the classroom's brightness was starting to dim, it was only thanks to the sun rays slipping into the room from the opened windowsâ dyeing the whole classroom in a picturesque orange hue, that the room was somewhat lit up.
"You wanted to see me Shido-san?" Kyoko Hayashi said upon entering the now vacant classroom.
I hummed in acknowledgment, mulling over an essay. One of the numerous ones I've already graded since the end of school hours.
"Shido-san!" snapped Kyoko. "I'm talking to you! You're the one that called me here! It's extremely rude of you to act like I'm not even here. At least have the courtesy to look at me when I'm talking!"
I sighed and set my paper down, near the small pile of neatly stacked graded paper across from me. "My apologies, Hayashi-sensei. You know how engrossed you can be when grading interesting homework."
"Then don't do it here, even less so here and now," she scoffed, crossing her hands under her chest. "Or ARE you telling me that the great professor Shido didn't take the time to grade his homework in advance and now is doing it in a hurry? Here? In a dimly lit abandoned classroom?"
Right. "Hayashi-sensei. Would you have preferred that we have this conversation publicly? In the teacher's office?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." She straightened her glasses. "At least now they will all see you for what you are. Not the mask you're wearing in front of everyone."
I raised an eyebrow, nonplused. "Hayashi-sensei, everyone, to a degree, wears a mask to try and fit in when interacting in a social environment."
"That's the type of thing that a two-faced personâ oh, sorry, I mean to say 'a sociable person' will say in justification." She said with air quotes.
"So be it then. I didn't call you here to hear your opinion of me." I straightened my collar and brought out a phone. "But to talk about this." I offered her the phone, with the start of a video, displayed on its screen.
"And what is this?" She questioned before nonetheless accepting it.
"A cell phone."
"That, I can clearly see." She retorted, with sarcasm heavily dripping from her tone.
"Play the video," I mockingly added. "And you can even increase the volume if you want."
She was about to snap at my tone but sensing the palpable tension in the air, she stopped herself. With apprehension, she slowly started the video.
Prior to giving her the phone, I already watched the video with the sound at max setting, so she hadn't needed to raise it. Still, not much could be heard even with it raised to the max.
However, it wasn't needed.
Kyoko Hayashi visibly paled the longer she watched the video, her hands shaking. And soon enough, she finished or more likely stopped watching the video further. With shaking hands, she tightly grasped the phone.
I chuckled. "I know right? Quite shocking." My voice managed to bring her out of her shock. "I had the same reaction while watching this."
"H-h-hoâŚ" She mumbled, her mouth moving multiple times, struggling but failing to form a word.
"How?" I kindly asked.
She looked at me, really looked at meâ as if searching for something on my visage, her eyes alight with sheer, unadulterated, panic. The sight made my heart go doki~doki.
Gotcha bitch. "Well. In your case, you are quite lucky that I found it." I trailed off, lightly bouncing on my feet. She watched me in trepidation, eyeing me like a trapped mouse eyed a snake. "It was in the hands of two students, they were watching it on the stairs leading to the rooftop. I fell upon it by pure chance after running late for class at the end of lunch break." I lied, seamlessly.
As if it was even possible, upon hearing my words she paled even further.
My smile widened, threatening to pierce my cheeks. "Oh! Don't worry, I took care of it with some good 'scolding'. I emphasized to them the consequences of them being caught with this. Stressing how bad it could be for them, blowing up out of proportion the consequence of their actions, ranging from expulsion being the least of their problems to being incarcerated to juvenile prison." I tutted. "Not really bright are they? Watching this kind of thing where everyone can walk on you⌠and those boys are supposed to be our successors⌠I fear for our country's future. "
"..."
I shrugged. "Then again, you're not much better Hayashi-sensei."
Her face reddened, a vein popping on her forehead. "Y-y⌠yoâYOu! Eye-slanting son of a bitch! Who do you think you are??? Ac-acting like this! Acting as if you're better than everyone! As if no one is worth more than dirt under your feet."
I gasped. "Careful Hayashi-sensei! Your complex of inferiority is leaking. You're projecting"
Kyoko shrieked, her hands reaching me for a slap, which I easily dodged by stepping back. I quickly caught her wrists before tightening my grip.
She froze.
"Do you want me to discipline you? I'm here to talk about your fucked up Hayashi-sensei. But if you want to involve our hands in this affair, alright then." I drew her closer, her bountiful breasts smashing against my chestâ and defying all the laws of physics, they flattened at the contact, and like a spring being released, they wobbled and bounced back to their form, the movement causing the buttons of her white blouse to pop. "Fair warning, you won't be able to land on a seatâ your old, bitter, my-life-is-miserable-please-look-at-me phat ass." I breathed in her ear.
She trembled, her body shaking from⌠was it embarrassment or rage? Or maybe a mix of the two. I smirked, releasing my grip on her hand. She hurriedly stepped back, nearly losing her footing in her haste, her high heels making it hard for her to back step so suddenly.
None of her early pompousness was present in her features. I allow myself to smile in satisfaction. Watching me, she shuddered.
My smirk grew.
"Now!" I clap my hand with a falsely exaggerated cheer. "Where were we?" Humming, I walked back toward my seat and sat back. "Please, Hayashi-sensei, take a seat." I motioned for her to sit on the chair opposite my desk. The gesture, not too dissimilar to a teacher allowing an unruly student to take a seat when meeting over said unruly student's shortcomings.
A power play on my part.
And one that she saw through, given her hesitation to take the offered seat.
I merely raised a challenging eyebrow.
Finally relenting, she sat down and looked at her knees. I nodded in appreciation, even if she couldn't see it. Soon, silence descended in the room. For my part, I pretended to look after the same essay as before, dismissing her presence like earlier, waiting for her to say the first word.
Expectantly, she broke the silence. "What do you want?"
I hummed questioningly, "What do I want?"
She scoffed, "Don't play dumb, you call me here, in an abandoned classroom, well after school hours to show me that video. You did all of that knowingly. You wanted me here, alone and isolated," and stressed. "Now spit out. Want Do You Want!"
I stopped fiddling. "Can you afford to take that tone with me?" She bit back the retort that threatened to leave her lips, staring at me impotently. "Yeahhh⌠that's what I thought."
I once again went back to my papers, sorting all of them inside my workbook. Once finished, I returned my attention to Kyoko. She was staring at me petulantly, her brows knitting together in a severe scowl.
"Finished?"
"As a matter of factâ" I put my workbook in my dark leather bag, "âyes, I'm done. You did well waiting like a good girl."
"Fuck you Shido!" She said with venom.
"You certainly wish. It will be an upgrade from that pathetic loser boyfriend of yours."
"How darâ" I interrupted. "Now, back to the subject, please! What do you think I can possibly want of you?" I glanced at her open collar suggestively, throwing my bait.
A bizarre mix-look of disgust and satisfaction crossed her face, "And you're showing your true visage Shido. Men are all the same, no matter the standing, age, or looks." She sneered. "They're all after the same thing and it's fucking disgusting."
Oh! How fun it's going to be to shatter this haughtiness and bring down this whole superiority-inferiority complex of yours.
I mirthfully chuckled, "Steady, ⌠steady, Hayashi-sensei. You're venting your failures and projecting your personal belief once again."
She seethes.
"Please, you don't have to pretend anymore to beâ" She paused, waving at me from head to toe. "âwhatever you try to pretend to be. You're fooling nobody. Never has been, Shido. You're a snake."
I did my best to convey to her my amusement through my eyes. Her scowl came back with a vengeance.
"RightâŚ" I drawled, "An unmarried," I raised a finger, "30-year-old woman," then a second one, "with no family", a third one, "no house you can call your own," I continued with a fourth finger raised, "still living in an apartment" and finished with a fifth one. All the while, I kept staring in mirth at her.
Kyoko Hayashi balled her hand in impotent rage, her fist trembling, anger twisting her visage.
Pleased, I continued. "All the while, caught on camera by your student in 4k, crouching behind an equipment storage and sucking a dick in the open, like a common whore, on school grounds. No. At least a whore gets paid for doing that. How foolish of you. How utterly trashy."
"Y-! Y-yâyây!"
I shook my head and tutted with condescendence. "Do you really believe that if I wanted you in the same position you were in, I would resort to blackmail? If you can be convinced to do that by your loser of a boyfriend, you really think I have to blackmail you for doing the same?"
With every rhetorical question, her breasts shook with rage, her breathing out of control. She bites back. "Then what the fuck do you want?!"
I snapped my fingers. "Watch your tone! Hayashi-sensei!"
She scowled but shut her mouth.
"Better, I have to go through all this trouble to make sure they wouldn't talk about your whorish ways. I hope you'll be worth the investment. Do you understand?"
"..."
I repeated. "Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"You're not a dog. Use your word!"
She bites her lips, and replies "Yes!"
"Good. Even if it seems like I'm threatening youâ" I ignored the incredulous look she threw my way. "You still have a choice in the matter. You still can refuse to do what I said. However, the consequence of that, is this video released on the internet and being distributed among the students. I trust I don't have to spell out what it will cost you?"
She shakes her head.
"Use your words."
"Y-yes!"
"Good." I brought out a list from my vest pocket. "What I want you to do for me, are relatively small things." I gave her the list. She took it and started reading it. "First, you're going to make sure that those seven people on this list pass your final year exam."
"Relatively small thingsâŚ" She muttered under her breath.
"Is it impossible?"
She didn't miss the hint of threat in my tone. "No! I⌠I can do it. Case in point, Isn't it better if I⌠euh⌠gave them the test paper? It'll be easy on my point"
I paused, reflecting on her suggestion. No, the risk of them leaking the test paper is too high, and I don't want to take more risk than that. However, "You can give me just half of the test. It will be enough." I don't need the entirety of the test paper, nor do I have to give it to them all. Just to those I have an iron grip on.
She sighed, nodding.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Y-yes!"
I rewarded her with a smile. Gotta start training her. "Now, for the last one, you saw the only name highlighted, and separated on this list right?"
"Yes. Rei Miyamoto?"
"Perfect, I want you to make her fail. No matter what. Make her fail by one point if you can do it."
She stopped, hesitantly asking me for permission to speak. I gave her my go-ahead.
"Why? Why her?"
I deflected. "It isn't important. It's for me to know. You just have to do it."
"I see," she nodded, not entirely pleased. Oh! She tried to hide it, but I had so utterly shaken her that she hardly could regain her bearing. "It'll be done. Is that all?" She asked, motioning if she could leave.
"Yes, for now," I replied ominously. She sighed in relief, a weight seemingly being lifted off her shoulders.
I chuckled.
"Oh!" I offhandedly exclaimed before she finished getting up. She froze. "Before I forget, you can leave the phone and the list here with me. After all, I do need to return the phone to its owner."
"o-Oh! Right, of course." She deposed them both on the desk. Watching me for a sign that I needed something, I just nodded again to let her know she could go. At my affirmation, she hurriedly headed toward the door.
"And Kyoko," her hand stopped on top of the door handle. "When we're alone, it's Koichi-sama. Also, don't forget to bow out before heading out." I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. A look of fury flashed across her face, but she quickly hid it by bowing at the waist.
"Aie! Koichi-sama." She responded, sliding the door handle. She stepped out of the classroom, leaving me alone in the room, surrounded by near darkness.
'Her aura changed from red to a mix between yellow, green, and blue. There was at some point some shade of violet surrounding her too.'
I idly mused, alone with my thoughts. I had her where I wanted her. My silver bullet is devastating and my minor bluff has paid off. Now it was just a question of time before I thoughtfully corrupt her.
The seed had been planted.
I could have of course seduced her, easily I think. But where is the excitement? Where is the thrill? I just don't want to seduce and fuck her. No. I want to dominate her. I want to make her go ahegao. I want to fucked the pride, haughtiness, vanity, and snobbiness out of her.
I want to fuck her so hard that she will go on a spiritual journey toward enlightenment.
More than that, I want to warp and twist her perception of me. I want her to worship me and my cock like an embodiment of godhood. I want her to compare me with her loser of a boyfriend despite herself and admit to herself that he's painfully lacking.
'You either die as a vanilla-loving guy, or you live long enough to become an NTR enjoyer.'