"Principal Kōroku Rika—I'm your academy's special-hire teacher now, right?"
"Sure, just a regular psych counselor for venting student stress... but can't have schoolgirls pointing fingers and cussing me out on day one."
"First shift in, and there's no justice? No law?"
Even after leaving Luisa stammering, face beet-red and speechless for ages, Rai Hikaru pressed on relentlessly at Kōroku Rika.
Luisa quivered with rage, lips trembling—but no comeback.
Kōroku Rika clocked Rai Hikaru's play instantly. She shot him a playful glare, then to Luisa: "You're dismissed."
Still seething inside...
But with the principal's word, and no zinger for Rai Hikaru, she could only fury-glare him before storming out.
Those emerald eyes bored into him one last time: Just wait—I'll make you pay!
She slammed the door hard, venting the rage she couldn't unleash on him.
To Rai Hikaru? Just impotent tantrum fuel.
Recalling Luisa's familiar stunning face, he pieced her beef: daddy cheated, bred man-hate.
No fatherly love or discipline growing up—spoiled brat, too arrogant, begging a spanking.
As her teacher, duty called: school this haughty ojōsama, dish out the daddy love she missed.
First chance, make the bitch kneel and call him "papa."
...
Rai Hikaru turned back to Kōroku Rika.
The principal fired first. "Today's test? Full marks. You're cleared to start."
"But factoring your situation—when can you go live?"
Rai Hikaru shrugged. "Now works. Anytime."
"You're the client—you call shots. Pro ethics: take the cash, deliver the relief."
Base 500k was sweet, but 500k per girl counseled? Cha-ching.
He needed funds bad.
Kōroku Rika nodded approval.
Then frowned. "One more thing—why this line of work?"
"You're a good friend's rec—shouldn't be hurting for cash."
She wanted long-term, no extras—one hire only.
Crowds risked leaks. Needed to vet: no flaking after a few rounds.
Job was taxing, after all.
Rai Hikaru caught the subtext, grinning. "No worries, Principal—I won't bail midstream."
"Test proved it: I finish what I start."
"My body's tougher than you think—mentally too. This gig? Breeze. Don't sweat it."
"Why? Cash, plain and simple."
"Women cover me fine. But I won't leech forever—can't hold my head high that way."
"Wanna protect her, hold her close, be her rock."
Rai Hikaru meant breaking free from foster mom Mrs. Mira—fly solo, stand tall before her. Big head, little head.
Kōroku Rika misread: sugar baby ditching rich mistress for a real girl, hustling side gigs.
She nodded. With that physique? Sugar mommies would eat him up. Hell, she was hooked.
If not for work hierarchy, she'd keep him herself.
But regular "check-ins" on his "performance"? Oh yeah.
Today's taste was unforgettable—addicted already.
Personality, body, that—perfection. She liked him for real.
Work bounds meant playing it cool—drip some favor, keep control.
Kōroku Rika mused, then asked: "So, earning for what? Big spends? Spill if you're in a bind—I could front salary."
"No pressure if not."
Rai Hikaru waved it off. "Nothing secret. Friend couldn't cover apartment rent last week—apt manager hassled her. Lent my savings."
"But I trashed a wall at Showa Apartments recently—repair bill incoming."
"Whose crapshoot building is it? Walls crumple like paper."
Kōroku Rika nodded at first—props for bro-code loyalty.
Then the name hit: "Showa Apartments? My property? The one on Tree-Lined Street?"
Rai Hikaru blinked, nodded. "Yeah... you're the owner?"
Principal of elite Seika? Rich principal.
Kōroku Rika nodded, yanking a drawer stack of docs for him. "Mine."
"Perfect timing—my star employee's perks."
"No comp for damages—tell manager bill it."
"Your friend's rent? Waived. Work bonus."
Rai Hikaru shook his head. "Business is business—nah."
Mrs. Mira's soft rice? Fine. Others? No thanks.
Kōroku Rika was straight-arrow; he hated owing favors.
But she insisted—"fate" or whatever—wanting to bond.
Saw his potential: no ordinary kid, big future. Invest now.
Plus, today's "test" left her twitching, eyes rolling in ecstasy—hooked hard.
Good ties meant easier "work chats," personal relief sessions. Key perk.
Long story short:
Kōroku Rika comped Yukina Fuyuno's rent for a year.
No repair bill for Rai Hikaru.
She slid ownership papers over. "Proof for Showa. Show the manager—say it's me."
Rai Hikaru paused. "Manager Takahashi and I don't vibe. What if he balks on waivers?"
Kōroku Rika smirked, eyes flashing cold. "He balks? Have him call me."
"Deal."
Rai Hikaru small-talked a bit more.
Then left the office.
Kōroku Rika watched his back fade.
First time or not, replaying the scene, she licked her plump lips.
"High-schooler flavor... divine."