For a student, school holds a significant place, second only to home. It is not just a place to acquire education and knowledge but also a space where the character is molded and shaped. You may find friends who inspire personal growth if fortune smiles upon you. On the contrary, if your friends are scum, you may find yourself surrendering to negative influences.
Mari sighed softly, her voice tinged with a hint of apathy. "It's funny. I've come to realize that I don't really have many people I can truly call friends."
Lately, Mari had been staying up late. The telltale signs of exhaustion were etched on her face, hinting at the limited hours of sleep she must have had. Yet, despite this, her stride remained unwavering, and she effortlessly flashed a gentle smile at every student who crossed her path. Beneath her arduous journey lies an undeniable wellspring of determination and ambition.
"I heard a report from Hana that the five male students were very lazy and couldn't meet her expectations, but considering it was Hana, I wouldn't be surprised if she exaggerated it."
Despite Mari's strong dislike for boys and her desire to have the five of them expelled from the school, she remains a rational individual. As the President of the Underground Student Council, she consistently strives to make fair judgments. Hence, if she were to have her way, she would prefer it if the male students willingly submitted their letters of resignation from Hachimitsu Academy.
Mari stood before the door to the principal's office, her silence stretching out for a brief moment. She stood there, her expression devoid of any emotion, though there was no real reason for her to do so. Yet, she felt an inexplicable urge to gather her thoughts and brace herself before confronting whoever awaited her on the other side.
There came a gentle knock on the door.
"Principal, it's Mari," she called out, but there was no response. The silence that greeted her made her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She was certain the principal was inside. As her hand hovered in the air, ready to knock on the wooden door again, she hesitated.
The sound of a sharp, sudden shriek filled the air, causing a momentary pause in the surrounding atmosphere.
In an instant, a voice pierced through the silence from behind the closed door. It was unmistakably the principal's, for no one else was expected to be present in the room. Mari rapped on the door, her knocks growing louder and more insistent. She persisted, refusing to cease until the occupant inside acknowledged her presence.
"You can come in."
As Mari turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, her foot unexpectedly collided with an object lying on the floor. Thankfully, she managed to maintain her balance and avoid tumbling to the ground. Nevertheless, this incident served as a gentle reminder for her to exercise caution and be more mindful of her surroundings. Her surprise was evident as she looked at the principal's room, which appeared to be in a mess. Numerous boxes were scattered haphazardly across the floor.
The boxes came in different sizes, with a few that had already been opened. Mari couldn't catch a glimpse of what was inside, but the labels on the boxes indicated that they were all packages belonging to the principal. At this moment, he finds himself opening one of the petite boxes resting on his desk.
"Principal, I think your action of making this school the address for receiving your package is a violation," Mari wasted no time pointing out what the principal did. Right from the beginning, she harbored a strong distaste for the actions of men in her presence, particularly when they wielded their authority to flout the rules.
"I don't have a reason to, but considering how effective this method is, I have no choice but to use it, right?" Mari let out a weary sigh as she listened to the principal's seemingly resolute response. However, she couldn't help but notice the multitude of misguided notions embedded within his words.
"Rather than that, why don't you just come in without knocking, I won't mind your presumptuous actions, because you are my eldest daughter, right?"
Despite Mari's best efforts to conceal it, her unmistakable expression of disgust towards the man before her was impossible to miss. Her response, delivered with an icy tone, further emphasized her disdain.
"I've lost count of how many times I've caught you doing that perverted thing, so I learned not to be so impudent anymore and started knocking on doors first."
The principal appeared unfazed by Mari's recent comment. During their conversation, he continued to open the package without missing a beat. However, he abruptly halted as if sensing the need to address something.
"This is all just your misunderstanding, it's not like I'm naked or anything, so your hatred doesn't seem reasonable."
Mari didn't refute the principal's statement. While her previous remarks may have been misinterpreted by many, she had no desire to linger in the room and clarify her intentions. Instead, she swiftly refocused on her primary objective.
"I came here to submit this report, all the budget given by the school to the Underground Student Council is written in detail here, and I can guarantee that everything is used for the benefit of the school-"
Mari's hand trembled as she clutched the paper, her eyes widening in shock. It was a moment that would forever be etched in her memory. As she approached the principal's desk to submit her report, her heart filled with an overwhelming surge of hatred.
"I can't believe that a perverted man like you is my father. My choice to stay away from you was the right one," Mari declared, her words cutting through the air. Filled with anger, she stormed out of the principal's office, venting her frustration by forcefully slamming the door shut.
In the midst of the chaos, the principal's face contorted with bewilderment. However, his confusion soon gave way to a moment of realization as his gaze shifted downwards towards his thigh. It was there, resting upon his lap, that he discovered a package he had recently torn open. The transparent container revealed its contents with remarkable clarity. He carefully extracted it, taking his time, and gently set it down on the table.
What Mari said wasn't wrong, as it transpired that the principal was, in fact, a perverted man who engaged in the online purchase of such items. Upon his desk, an array of pornographic literature stood in meticulous formation, each book showcasing the voluptuous ass of a stunning model on its cover. As if that weren't enough, a cheeky keychain in the shape of an ass served as an additional embellishment.
As Mari laid eyes upon the package's contents, a wave of certainty washed over her. She couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred so intense that it threatened to consume her. Fearing the worst, she decided to depart before things took a turn for the worse.
"I was too careless, this time she really hated me, but... after seeing that they released a special album for the 100 owners of the most plump ass in the world, I couldn't help but buy it, all for this limited album, right?"