"Whew~..."
Rikka let herself sink into the sofa languidly.
Her trembling fingers held a glass of red wine. The dark liquid swayed dangerously with every tremor of her hand, reflecting the evening light across her flushed face.
She took a small sip and a sigh escaped her as she swallowed, sounding so satisfied it could have been another moan.
"Honestly~... that was way too out of control..."
She murmured, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.
She was a wreck. And she didn't care.
Her hair fell in damp strands, sticking to her red ears and her neck glistening with sweat. The silver streak crossed her face without her bothering to brush it aside.
A long coat was the only thing covering her, and she wore it wide open without any attempt to close it. Underneath, her body told the complete story of the past few hours.
Hickeys everywhere. On her neck, on her collarbone, between her breasts, over her ribs. Purple marks scattered across her skin like a map of every place Jin's mouth had claimed territory. And on her nipples, still swollen and reddened, the teeth marks were so sharp they looked engraved.
Her thighs, still wrapped in the black stockings that by now were torn in several spots, remained parted on the sofa while a thick, white thread trickled slowly from her pussy.
The complete picture: that powerful, icy woman sprawled on her sofa with disheveled hair, her body covered in marks, and a twenty year old boy's cum dripping between her legs while she drank wine with the calm of someone who had just taken a relaxing bath.
Feeling a gaze on her, Rikka lowered her eyes from the ceiling and looked at him. A lazy smile, completely different from the ice cold expression she had worn at the start of the interview, curved her still swollen lips.
She raised the glass toward him. "Want a glass?"
Reclined at the other end of the sofa with his legs crossed and one arm resting on the backrest, Jin contemplated Rikka.
Ignoring the glass of wine she offered, he gave her instead that calm smile he had been wearing all afternoon.
"Rikka-chan, did I pass?"
The same question again.
But this time it sounded different. It was genuine curiosity, wrapped in a warm tone that did something strange to Rikka's chest.
Chuckling under her breath, she set the glass on the side table without looking where she placed it and slid across the sofa toward him.
The coat fell open even more with the movement, but she did nothing to close it. What for? That boy had already seen, touched, and marked every inch of what was underneath.
She stopped in front of him and extended her index finger.
With her nail, she gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look up at her.
"You passed, Jin-kun."
Her violet eyes, without the glasses to frame them, had a nakedness that went beyond the physical. They looked at him with an intensity that wasn't just desire. It was something more... dangerous.
"If there were a single person in this world capable of helping my students relieve their stress..."
"...including myself..."
Her tongue slid slowly across her lower lip, collecting a wet gleam that the evening light turned to gold.
"That person could only be you."
"..."
Jin looked at her without blinking.
Then Rikka's expression changed. Something cracked behind those eyes, a wall that had stood for years, and what came out of her mouth wasn't the headmistress speaking. It was the woman.
"And I think... I can't live without you anymore..."
And inside Jin's head, the system responded at the same time.
[Detected that Rikka Sumeragi's affection level has reached 100. "Guardian Angel" mark successfully planted. Congratulations to the host for completing the contract]
[Monthly points updated: 23,000 points/month]
[Current points: 12,300]
But before he could think about the messages, something happened.
On Rikka's lower belly, just below her navel, a pink glow materialized on her skin. Lines intertwined forming an intricate pattern that shone for a couple of seconds before dimming, leaving a delicate mark engraved on her skin like a tattoo made of light.
The [Guardian Angel] mark.
Rikka felt a warm tingling born from within that spread from that spot.
"Is this...?"
Her hand moved, touching it.
"Mmh~♥️...!"
The contact triggered a discharge of pleasure that ran through her body from the mark all the way to the tips of her toes. Her legs snapped shut, her back arched slightly, and a moan escaped before she could contain it.
"W-What was that...!?"
She stared at the mark with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the pink pattern and Jin, searching for an explanation.
Jin chuckled.
Without saying anything, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his thighs in one motion. Rikka let out an "ah!" of surprise, but didn't resist. Her body, exhausted and still sensitized, settled onto him naturally.
Then Jin's arms wrapped around her from behind and both hands rested on her lower belly, right over the mark. The skin there was softer than her figure suggested: a small roll of fat, accumulated after years of sitting through endless work days, that sank under Jin's fingers with a pleasant texture he kneaded absentmindedly.
"This is my 'mark.'"
With his voice reaching her from behind, Rikka felt his chest against her back and his breath against her ear, and something that should have already been sated fluttered again in her stomach.
"Once we have sex, something like this forms on you." His fingers traced the edge of the pattern with tenderness. "Which means that, starting today, Rikka-chan belongs exclusively to me."
"Exclusively?"
"That's right."
Jin's fingertips kept tracing circles on her lower belly, a hypnotic movement that sent warm tingles through her.
"And if anyone dares to have indecent thoughts about you..."
Suddenly, the arms around her tensed. He squeezed her against his body with a possessive force that compressed the air in her lungs, and his voice dropped.
"I'll make them regret ever being born."
...!
Rikka's heart lurched so violently she felt it in her throat.
It wasn't fear. It was something else. Something electric that dropped from her chest to her stomach and made her squeeze her thighs together involuntarily.
That sudden possessiveness, so... brazen, spoken with a calm that made it sound less like a promise and more like an inevitable fact... ignited something in her she didn't know she had.
She gave his mischievous hands still kneading her belly a playful smack.
"What a bossy little man...!"
Laughing, she turned around on his lap.
She ended up straddling him, with her legs on either side of his thighs and the coat open, falling off her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, and her breasts, still sensitive, crushed against him with a pressure that deformed them between both bodies.
Her eyes looked at him from inches away. Shining with an intoxicating charm that mixed satisfaction, desire, and something that looked dangerously like adoration.
Tightening her arms suddenly, she rose up and bit his neck softly.
"But... I don't dislike it~"
Jin felt her smile forming against his skin.
And then Rikka pulled away, looked him straight in the eyes, and her expression changed.
The playful woman was still there, but underneath, the headmistress emerged.
"However, you little rascal..." Her fingers drummed on his chest with little taps. "Shouldn't you explain your true identity to me?"
!
Jin looked at her in disbelief. "How do you know?"
"Hmph~!"
Rikka scoffed with an arrogance that would have been more imposing if she weren't sitting naked on top of him.
"Your file says you had zero sexual experience." Her index finger pressed against his chest with an accusatory touch. "Do you believe that?"
"..."
"I even suspect you had sex with our staff to falsify the data."
Her tone was that of an investigator, but the blush climbing up her neck gave away that the "evidence" in question had been experienced firsthand.
Because when she recalled the past few hours, the way Jin had fucked her, flipped her, pushed her to the limit over and over with a passion that didn't belong to any virgin, made her scream, beg, and cum with a force that still made her legs tremble...
'Zero experience!?'
If that was zero experience, she'd swallow that monstrous cock whole in one go!
"You got me."
Jin smiled with his hands raised. He internally cursed the system for not including a more believable sexual history, but there was no going back now.
He told her the truth. Not all of it, but enough.
"So you came for the board members?"
"Yes... People like that need to disappear."
Rikka frowned.
"The board members aren't just anybody, Jin. They're all figures from the highest elite." She bit her lip. "Especially the chairman, Washizu Shigeru. He runs the Zeus Foundation. Even though he officially retired years ago, his weight in the financial world is still enormous."
Her hand rose to his face, caressing his cheek. The gesture was tender, but the worry creasing her brow was not.
"Actually, I've already contacted my friend Asagi. She's the headmistress of Gosha Academy and..." She lowered her voice. "She holds the title of strongest Taimanin. How about you wait for her to gather information first?"
"..."
Jin was silent.
Going over his memories. Washizu Shigeru. Villain from Taimanin Yukikaze 2. But that wasn't what worried him. What worried him was the detail Rikka didn't know: that within Seishu Academy where he currently was, there was also a Demon King.
If Asagi sent ordinary Taimanin to investigate without knowing what awaited them, they wouldn't be infiltrating. They'd be serving themselves up on a silver platter.
He gave her arm a few gentle pats.
"I appreciate the concern, but I've got it figured out." He looked her in the eyes with a certainty that allowed no argument. "Besides, you should have a little more faith in your new school counselor."
He winked.
"..."
Rikka studied him for several seconds. She searched for signs of youthful arrogance, recklessness, stupidity. But she found none of that.
She didn't push it.
"Fine." She sighed, surrendering with a resigned smile. "But if something happens to you, I will personally go drag you out of wherever you are. And then I'll kill you myself."
"Deal."
The silence that followed was comfortable, charged with something neither of them named.
And then, Rikka stood up.
She got to her feet, walked the three steps separating her from the desk, and leaned forward against the edge of the table.
Then she pushed her hips back.
The coat fell open, leaving her entire back bare and, further down, those round cheeks offered themselves to Jin.
But this time, with her feet apart and her back arched, what she was showing was different.
Raising her gaze over her shoulder, her eyes gleamed with defiance. "If my Jin-kun manages to return successfully from that mission..."
Her fingers slid down her own cheek, spreading the flesh apart. Just enough to reveal that place that hadn't been touched all afternoon. Untouched. Tight.
The forbidden entrance clenched softly under the evening light, opening and closing in a spasm that looked like an invitation.
"...we can try a new place~"
Jin's Adam's apple bobbed so violently he could hear it.
He rose from the sofa.
SMACK!
The slap landed on Rikka's right cheek with a force that made all the flesh quake in a wave that rippled outward. The red print of his palm appeared instantly on her skin.
"You said it."
Jin leaned over her, covering her with his body from behind. His lips found her ear, and the whisper he released raised every hair on her body.
"When the time comes... don't beg me for mercy."
A shiver ran down Rikka's spine, and the entrance she had just offered clenched in a nervous spasm that betrayed exactly how much fear and how much desire that promise stirred in her.
She managed to turn around between the desk and Jin's body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
"Tonight... stay~"
It wasn't the headmistress asking. It was the woman begging.
Grabbing her nape, Jin buried his fingers in her hair and crashed his mouth against hers.
The kiss was fierce. Tongues clashing, teeth grazing lips, breaths blending into gasps that neither of them controlled. Rikka's mouth tasted of wine and of him, and Jin's tasted of everything she wanted to repeat. They devoured each other until oxygen became a luxury they couldn't afford, and when they finally pulled apart, both were panting with threads of saliva connecting them.
He wanted to stay... Every part of his body screamed at him to accept.
But the image of Mira waiting at home crossed his mind. And knowing that woman, if he didn't show up before midnight, the next "endurance test" would be dangerous.
"Maybe next time." He placed one last kiss on her forehead. "I'm heading out first today."
Rikka pouted, but released him reluctantly, unwinding her legs from his waist.
Already dressed, Jin stopped at the door and turned one last time.
"Oh, and Rikka-chan. If any student needs urgent therapy, don't hesitate to contact me. I'll do everything I can to help her."
"..."
Rikka stared at him with her mouth open.
"...Get out of here before I change my mind and tie you to the chair."
Jin laughed and disappeared through the door.
The office fell silent.
Rikka collapsed onto the sofa again and her hand drifted to her belly. Her fingers found the pink mark and caressed it softly, tracing the edges with delicacy. The familiar tingling answered from within, and this time it didn't make her moan. It made her smile.
"It really was... incredible..."
That man had appeared out of nowhere. He had stripped her body bare, but also something more. He had torn away the chains she had been carrying for years and replaced them with a fire that burned with a strength she didn't know how to handle.
And for the first time in years, she looked forward to the next day.
Not because of work. Not because of the academy. Not because of the fight against the board.
But because he would come back.
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