Seeing Rai Hikaru's straight-faced righteousness, Kōroku Rika couldn't help a sly smirk.
Her black-stockinged legs quivered under the desk; fingertips tapped the surface twice. She chuckled.
"Lemme make this crystal: that salary's yours only if you pass my final interview."
"Landing special psych teacher at Seika Girls' Academy? Not a cakewalk."
"Before we kick off formal screening, one more check. Crucial—ties to your character."
"See, we're strict here. Only vets with real social standing. Idle slackers? Total turn-off."
"You're just a high-schooler, recommended by a connection—and your physicals were so off-the-charts we bent the rules."
"But one thing's got me doubting your integrity."
"Did you bribe our staffer with your pretty-boy charm during physicals? Get her to photoshop your pics?"
"Look at this—fake as hell."
"I'm the principal—think I'm that easy to fool?"
With that, Kōroku Rika flung a photo at Rai Hikaru.
He snatched it off the desk. There it was: him from the exam, post-snap by the female staffer—who'd groped it like a prize.
Staring into Kōroku Rika's dead-serious glare, convinced he'd faked it via bribery, Rai Hikaru's mood soured.
Time to hit this haughty, clueless ice-queen principal with a dose of raw masculinity.
Cold as steel, he fired back. "Principal Kōroku Rika—you calling this pic fake?"
Kōroku Rika hugged her massive tits, legs crossed in black silk, sneering. "Obviously! That dick in the photo? Total phony—not normal human size! I, Kōroku Rika, despise fakers!"
Her words barely landed—a rustle of fabric.
Thud. His uniform belt hit the floor.
Rai Hikaru stepped forward, ice-cold. "Fake? Say it again! This golden rod fake?!"
Kōroku Rika had no comeback.
Her eyes locked on Rai Hikaru's standout traits—high-schooler packing that? She was shell-shocked by the monstrous size.
Jade hand clamped over her red lips, her icy face flooded with raw shock.
What did she see? A soaring flood dragon!!!
This young punk summoned magic—a freaking dragon from his pants!
Gazing at its veiny, muscled frame, the thick bulging veins on its jade skin pulsing with life, Kōroku Rika had zero doubt: it'd ride clouds, rain seed like a true dragon.
Her plush thighs clenched hard—then released. Heart hammered faster.
"Still calling it fake?" Rai Hikaru said coolly.
Kōroku Rika didn't answer. Face flushing crimson, she shook her head—trembling hand snatching the desk phone.
"Send the other interviewees packing. Rai Hikaru... is hired."
"Eh, Principal—but the other two haven't—"
"I said Rai. Hi. Ka. Ru. He's. HIRED. Didn't I make it clear?!"
"Y-yes! Kicking them out now!"
The secretary sighed, helpless—shooing off the two baffled rejects.
...
Overhearing the call, Rai Hikaru blinked.
"Hired? Already?" He was thrown.
"Hired. Already." Kōroku Rika confirmed firmly.
"But... one more thing."
"Can you just spill it all at once, don't—" Rai Hikaru started, cut off mid-sentence.
She pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh..."
"Final test."
"High pay, heavy duty—this job's no joke."
"If you underperform post-hire... massive fallout."
Rai Hikaru's brow arched. "You mean..."
Kōroku Rika crooked a beckoning finger. "Come here. To my side."
Rai Hikaru stepped up beside her.
Suddenly, Kōroku Rika rose from her chair, hands gripping his shoulders. Slow and deliberate: "Before you counsel students, as principal, I lead by example."
"Gotta test your length, girth, depth myself—see if a high-schooler's really got the goods."
With that, she yanked her uniform sash.
Then shoved Rai Hikaru straight into her office chair.
"Practice is the only test of truth."