Five hours later.
The blazing sun had slid toward the mountains.
Noon had bled into evening.
Five full hours since Rai Hikaru's Seika Girls' Academy interview.
In the principal's office, Rai Hikaru lounged back in Principal Kōroku Rika's chair.
He lit a Shenbao-brand cig casually, took a light drag. (Smoking's bad for your health—don't try this at home. System-provided Shenbao cigs are harmless, nicotine-free props, just to show the protag's chill vibe and energy recharge post-session.)
Exhaling a lazy smoke ring, he eyed Kōroku Rika slumped over the desk. "Principal—did I pass your test?"
Fresh off a sprained ankle, body still twitching in sore spasms, Kōroku Rika didn't answer right away.
She deep-breathed first, rubbing her aching, seemingly bruised plump ass.
Then she rolled over, adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses, forcing principal dignity into her icy tone. "Passed!"
"You're... impressive!"
"I'm... satisfied!"
Rai Hikaru caught it—the tremor in her voice betrayed her, cracking that cold principal facade.
He smirked, scooping Kōroku Rika off the desk onto his lap.
Tenderly ditching her ripped, discolored tatters of stockings, he grinned. "Rika-chan—still calling my pic fake?"
Kōroku Rika jolted, flashing back to raw memories.
But her flushed face hardened quick, clinging to icy authority. Sternly: "Rai Hikaru—don't get cocky!"
"We're superior-subordinate now. Call me Principal!"
"I approved your skills, sure—but you're my underling. Do your job: counsel our academy girls properly!"
Rai Hikaru chuckled, standing to set her gently in the chair. "Fine, fine—my bad. On the clock, you're Principal. Not my good girl, and I ain't 'good daddy.' Always so serious, face like frost."
"Worlds apart from earlier. But I promise, Principal—I'll do the job right."
"Alright then—I'm out."
He turned to leave.
A pair of pale jade arms snaked around his waist from behind.
"Wait! Don't go! Principal decrees... one more test!"
Kōroku Rika whispered hot in his ear.
Bossy words, but the voice? Pure pouty whine.
That husky big-sis timbre—mature magnetism begging conquest, laced with cute begging to scoop her up and ravage.
"First order from the boss? Roger."
Rai Hikaru spun, scooping her waist, planting her back on the desk.
Primed for the principal's "test"...
Creak!
The office door—left unlatched when Rai entered—swung open from outside.
In strode a noble aura girl: elegant poise, stunning beauty, golden locks—like an aristocrat ojōsama.
"Principal, student council docs you wanted—I got 'em all. Please rev... iew... AH!!!"
Blonde student council prez Louisa froze mid-sentence, jaw slack at the office scene.
Kōroku Rika clutched in Rai Hikaru's arms—her eyes bulged, mouth agape.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Slapping crimson cheeks, Louisa bolted from the room.
The interruption killed the mood.
Kōroku Rika sighed. "Test paused here. Resume next time."
Rai Hikaru nodded. "Yeah."
He dressed.
Kōroku Rika slipped back into her principal uniform.
Eyeing the shredded lingerie and black stockings, she frowned—tossed 'em in the trash.
Reclaiming her chair, she snapped back to stern, icy Seika principal mode.
"Luisa—come in."
Student council prez Luisa cracked the door first, peeking inside.
Then poked in half her head, blonde strands spilling through—scene clear, she entered fully.
Kōroku Rika leaned back, fingers drumming the armrest. "Luisa—what's the report?"
Luisa opened her mouth to brief...
But something clicked. She shot a glance at calmly standing Rai Hikaru. "Principal Kōroku Rika—are you really kicking off that... filthy, depraved plan?"
Her disgusted glare raked Rai Hikaru.
Kōroku Rika waved dismissively, no intent to engage. "Luisa, as Seika student council president, your role is student council ops and duties."
"Report on your turf, then scram."
No direct answer—but crystal: she set academy policy. No student prez backseat-driving.
Luisa whipped to Rai Hikaru, snarling. "Hey, you! You're a student too, right?"
"Lurking here, wallowing in depravity—disgusting!"
Kōroku Rika stone-faced through Luisa's files.
Rai Hikaru? Blinked, baffled.
He pointed at himself, facing her glare. "Huh? Me?"
What the hell? Student prez beefs with principal—why's he catching strays?
He wasn't even Seika—he was just a regular part-timer, lured by fat cash to counsel girls' mind-body health!
Luisa fumed harder at his innocent stare.
She jabbed a finger in his face. "Yes! You!"
"As prez, I hate lazy, aimless degenerates like you!"
"You're a student, yet..."
Rai Hikaru cut her off mid-rant, tone flat. "Hold up, Prez—big authority vibe. What gives you the right to boss me?"
Luisa tossed her golden mane, arms crossed, chin high, righteous. "My student council prez status! Every Seika girl answers to me."
Rai Hikaru burst laughing. "Repeat your second line."
Luisa blinked, then smugly: "Seika girls answer to me—what? Got a problem? It's my prez duty and power!"
Rai Hikaru shook his head, grinning. "Nah, no beef with your power. Don't care."
"Just pointing out—I'm not even Seika. Why yell so loud?"
"Or does Prez clout stretch to us good students from the school next door?"
Luisa's eyes hit his non-Seika uniform—dawned on her.
Seika had no boys. Rai Hikaru wasn't one of theirs!
"Uh... I... you... I..."
Luisa stammered, brain bluescreening. Emerald eyes bored into him, pink lips flapping—zero words.