Some say that if you failed to make friends in junior high, you shouldn't worry too much, because in high school, you face entirely new social dynamics and can start fresh.
However, this advice misses a few key points: some people in high school are just your old junior high classmates, and if you don't make friends on the first few days, you'll struggle to join cliques once everyone else has formed them. You'll not only be excluded but may also be targeted for bullying. This kind of social phenomenon is a notorious feature of this country. Alistair's current situation largely fits this description.
Despite demonstrating massive power on the first day and spending his sick leave bonding with the three Gyaru girls, they were the only ones. As Alistair walked in, he drew everyone's attention, but only those three girls greeted him. Alistair didn't mind; he returned a gesture and went straight to his seat. He couldn't be bothered with people he had no vested interest in; he wasn't a corporate drone who needed to network with everyone.
"Vance-kun, your sick leave looked incredibly comfortable, didn't it? So enviable," Reina Hamasaki leaned over and said, her tone laced with a hint of jealousy.
"It was very comfortable, indeed. Besides eating, drinking, and playing, all I did was sleep. You could easily take time off, too, couldn't you? The teachers don't care, as long as some people study properly."
Alistair leaned back in his chair and replied languidly. Since no one was looking for trouble early in the morning, everyone was lazily chatting, and he felt bored and sleepy.
"I think attending class is necessary. After all, I still want to go to university~"
Reina put on a serious expression that might have fooled anyone who didn't know better.
"That's a truly touching sentiment! I am utterly moved~"
Alistair praised her with a flat tone. If Reina hadn't accidentally revealed in a Line chat that she often skipped class for her modeling work, Alistair might have actually believed her.
"Haha, looks like your image is ruined, Reina!" Yukina Sasaki laughed, adding fuel to the fire, while Ruri Kurumegi looked at her phone and said nothing, though the slight curve of her lips showed everything.
"Tch, so boring." Reina pouted, her expression genuinely cute.
Reina pushed Alistair's desk, moving herself back to her original seat. Alistair wasn't sure what had happened over the past few days, but the three Gyaru girls had moved from the first row by the aisle to the first row right beside Alistair's desk.
The silence returned, and Alistair awaited the first class of the morning.
The first class was History. Honestly, Alistair didn't care about the subject matter, but he decided the History teacher was definitely worth engaging with.
The History teacher had long, silky blue-purple hair, and her Hime-cut style suited her perfectly. Her crescent-shaped willow eyebrows paired with her slightly upturned eyes made her look seductive and enchanting. She had a delicate, small nose and tempting, lipstick-painted lips. These alluring features on her oval face made her look mature and sensual.
Then there was her smooth, pale skin, her subtle, mischievous smile she unconsciously displayed in class, and her somewhat childlike personality when she joked around—all of which were drawing Alistair in, strengthening his desire to possess her.
Furthermore, this teacher was only 4'8" (143cm)—a textbook loli height. However, the prominent "twin watermelons" hanging from her chest made it clear she was absolutely not a child. And every time the teacher turned around, her tight, fitted pencil skirt made Alistair worry it might split open at any moment.
Finally, a very important detail: the teacher was married, and she was thirty-five years old. When the History teacher introduced this fact, some people might have backed off.
But Alistair immediately entertained a far more rebellious idea. Wasn't this an adult-themed 2D reality? Such things should be completely normal. Even without Alistair, there would be a student, a blond interloper, or someone else who would eventually enjoy this beautiful, seductive flower, plucking this sweet fruit, and savoring its alluring fragrance.
Rather than letting someone else enjoy this fully ripened fruit, Alistair would take the initiative and claim this sweet prize for himself.
Alistair conjured countless justifications in his mind, finally realizing... fine, Alistair was simply lusting after the History teacher. He decided his career as a campus tyrant would begin with plotting to seize the History teacher's body.
Alistair glanced over at the boys' side. While most boys were initially staring at the teacher, now, aside from a few who looked like good students, there were three blond delinquents looking at the History teacher's body with obvious relish, occasionally flashing vulgar smiles. Clearly, they were Alistair's competitors.
'Looks like I'll need to eliminate some people who have impure designs on the teacher...' Alistair formed a cruel smile on the lower half of his face, which was covered by his hand—no one was going to interfere with Alistair's plans.
He returned his gaze to the History teacher's graceful figure. Although the teacher's attire was highly conservative, the outline of her ample body straining against the tight clothing was even more seductive.
It was absolutely the right decision not to skip school and look for trouble!
The entire History class passed with Alistair utterly engrossed in admiring the History teacher. The moment class ended, those three blond delinquents grabbed their books and approached the teacher under the guise of asking questions, harassing her. However, since they were in plain sight in the classroom, aside from a mind-control plot, they could only verbally tease her, so Alistair wasn't too worried yet.
"Hey, Vance-kun, do you need the history notes from the past two days? I can lend them to you." The cute, big-chested girl behind him leaned forward, tapped his shoulder, and offered a notebook.
"Thank you, but I don't need them. I think your name is... Yui Morita?"
After politely declining Yui Morita's kind offer, Alistair thought for a moment and finally recalled her name.
"Mhm! I didn't expect you to remember my name. I saw you were completely absorbed watching Kamona-sensei just now. The History teacher is indeed beautiful. When she first came in on the first day, everyone was stunned. But she's a thirty-five-year-old married lady, you know, so try not to stare at her too much."
Yui Morita winked playfully, teasing him.
"I was merely appreciating beauty. The teacher's last name is Kamona?" Alistair smiled and refuted Yui Morita's comment.
"Oh, right. You were absent that afternoon on the opening day. History class was that afternoon. The History teacher's name is Haruko Kamona. Don't forget it~"