Of the eight weeks of vacation, six would be for one of the main women of Komuro's harem—one week each. First came Yuriko; next was Kyoko. However, the arc of her story began before the vacation, when school days were still passing, and Takashi enjoyed being with Kyoko on her assigned day of the week after another day of classes.
"Thank you for helping me bring the documents to the teachers' lounge, Komuro-kun." It was Busujima Saeko, a third-year student, accompanied by Takashi himself, each carrying an enormous stack of papers in their hands.
"I couldn't just stand there watching you struggle with all that by yourself," the dark-haired boy said, walking beside the captain of the Kendo club, finally having her so close as they neared the teachers' lounge.
"You're a true man." The purple-haired girl felt a tingle as she said that to her kohai.
"Thanks... That's flattering." It wasn't uncomfortable for Komuro to hear that from a senpai with the mature aura she carried, but it did make him blush.
"By the way, I've heard you're not enlisted in any club this year," Saeko asked as they reached the door of the teachers' lounge—but before the dark-haired boy could open the door.
"Well, that's because I had a part-time job after school, but I'm not working anymore," Takashi explained, trying to clearly remember the whole thing with Fubuki.
"Would you be interested in joining the Kendo club? There are still openings," Saeko said with a slight smile rarely seen on the lethal club captain. "I saw you when you faced Tsunouda, and I noticed you have talent. With training, you could become even better."
"Using a sword isn't really my thing," Komuro commented, looking at the ceiling, embarrassed at having to turn down the offer.
"With training, you'll see you can do more than you think you can," Saeko added to her invitation.
"I don't know." She was pretty, but being with her just because of an offer that was hard to repay...
"Please, Komuro-kun." She insisted again, but seeing that wasn't enough, she confessed her intentions.
"I'll be frank—Komuro Takashi, you interest me. I'd like us to get to know each other better." A slight blush appeared on her face as she tried to hide her embarrassment behind the stack of papers.
Takashi was no longer so dense that he couldn't understand his senpai had just confessed to him. When Takashi thought he'd never have a chance with any of the mature women he had his eye on, he met Saeko without ever having spoken to her and thought of her as a woman—but only as a maybe. He never made a move toward her, much less expected Busujima to make a move toward him.
"Well, well, who do we have here? Takashi-kun, Busujima-san." Someone opened the door of the teachers' lounge from inside—it was Hayashi Kyoko. "I see you've brought what I asked for, Busujima-san."
"Yes, sensei." The swordswoman entered first to place the papers where they belonged, with Komuro following behind her.
"Good work, both of you," Hayashi said.
But when Takashi placed the papers where Saeko indicated, he saw two teachers he hadn't seen before emerging from the principal's office, along with the principal's voice telling these two new faces—young but at the same time to Takashi's taste—something.
"That's all for today. Tomorrow will be your first day at the academy." That was what the professor said before the two of them came out and closed the door, glancing sideways at Komuro after feeling the boy's gaze.
One of them was pink-haired with a strict face, while the other was dangerous-looking with a softer gaze and a bust larger than the pink-haired one's.
"Who were they?" Komuro asked about the two unknown new teachers, whose identities he would learn the next day.
As I said, the next day he would get to know them better. From the first hour of the morning, the old principal of the academy arrived at the classroom where Takashi and his classmates were, so they would be the first to meet the new teachers who had enrolled at Fujimi despite the approaching vacation.
"My name is Kirisu Mafuyu, and I will be your new history teacher," the young but mature pink-haired teacher introduced herself to the class.
"I am Rossweisse. I will be your new mathematics teacher." Both teachers introduced themselves, respectively, in their corresponding classes, one after the other.
However, the class's response (the boys) was the same reaction to both teachers as soon as each introduced herself: loud applause from the boys, admiring the beauty of these two teachers who would be teaching them.
"Rossweisse-sensei and Kirisu-sensei are hot," declared Imamura, Takashi's friend, when classes were ending that day, and they were finally leaving the classroom.
"They're not bad," Komuro commented, knowing well that Imamura had the same taste for mature women as he did—only Takashi had more luck than Imamura.
"'Not bad'? What's wrong with you? I thought you liked milfs too!" Imamura said, confronting his friend.
"Sure, they don't have a body as attractive as Marikawa-sensei or Hayashi-sensei, but they're just as sensual. Are you going to tell me you weren't aroused by the sweet voice and Nordic European clumsiness of Rossweisse-sensei—a beautiful European woman—or the strict behavior of Kirisu-sensei like any good Japanese teacher when she scolds?"
"Buddy, if someone hears you and they make you go to the principal's office, don't mention me." One or another girl passing through the hallway heard Imamura's curious affirmations.
"What's up with you? I thought milfs attracted you too?" his friend questioned.
"I can't say anything about that." He couldn't easily tell him he now had a harem of mature women.
"Takashi-kun, I came to find you as promised." Busujima appeared behind them, looking only for one of the two.
"What's the Kendo club captain doing looking for you?!" Imamura formulated a theory. "Oh, I get it now. So you lost your way, Komuro. Don't worry—I'll get you back on the right path. That's what friends are for."
Having said that, the so-called Imamura ran off like the best friend he was, to execute his plan and get Takashi back onto the true path of light. If you're asking—this is before Souichirou made him propose to Saya.
"Who was that?" Saeko asked at Imamura's immediate escape.
"A friend of mine. Anyway, why were you looking for me, senpai?" he asked the lethal beauty that was Saeko.
"It's the dojo's day off, so I thought it would be the ideal moment to show you the place—if you want, of course," the assassin commented, like a sweet fruit of the forest.
"Of course, with pleasure." He would gladly follow the club captain to her training place—but someone else appeared to look for Takashi.
"I'm very sorry, Busujima-san." Hayashi appeared behind the dark-haired boy, as if by invocation. "Forgive me, but Takashi-kun has other matters to attend to this afternoon."
"What are you talking about, Hayashi-sensei?" the swordswoman asked innocently.
"I overlooked it," Takashi spoke up.
"Mr. Komuro has special classes with me and my subject to reinforce his studies." She had placed her hand on Takashi's shoulder and made him press against her body.
"I didn't know that," Saeko exclaimed, without betraying any evidence of how suspicious this was. "I suppose it'll be another day, then."
"I'm sorry, truly, senpai."
"Let's go—time is pressing, Takashi-kun." She took Takashi away like the possessive girlfriend she was.
All of it in front of Busujima Saeko's gaze, who remained watching the boy walk away from her in the hands of the science teacher, Hayashi Kyoko. Later, in the Kendo club, the purple-haired girl practiced breathing and patience—yet in her head, everything was a murky sea for Saeko.
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