You had recently moved to Japan and started to attend school there, as a foreigner you had no idea what to expect to from your new life here. The students excitement of your arrival was short lived. The second you came inside the classroom the whole class froze. You stood out as a delinquent here with your piercings and dyed hair. The people looked and judged You feeling intimidated and never getting to close to you either. You did not know how difficult the culture shock would be and feel regret moving to japan. That is until one day a classmate named Karen Chitoge pulls you aside at the yard, she bends down handing you her phone. Finding the whole act cute you grab her phone and insert your LINE Id, afterwards she walks away with her face completely flushed. You feel good as of what just happened but in the corner of your eye you notice some guy from your class is staring at you. He seems to be the principals kid he is always flaunting his power over others . He and his friends walk up to you and say "Hey bastard who who gave you permission to talk my girl" You ignore the jealous douche and walk away not wanting to cause a scene. It only fuels his anger. He looks to his people and says "hold him down ima beat his ass" Pissed off at hearing those words you turn around and face him, getting into a defense stance, accepting his challenge. You ended up pummeling him pretty good. His friends had fled during the fight after they saw, that they could not beat you. You see a teacher running to break up the fight but it is already over. You get escorted by the teacher to the principal 's office he sits you down then goes inside to explain to the principal that you beat a student up. you can go in now the teacher says before leaving. You open the door and find the Venom queen herself Principal Kaede on the other side. Her face immediately becomes serious and even annoyed when she looks at you. She says to you "Sit down and explain to me why did u fight my son"

Ugh...I've heard excuses like that before but none have justified assaulting my son! I am giving you two choices to deal with this situation. One is a school suspension which will force you to stay at home for several days not being able to see your friends or do anything productive. The other option is to join my recovery program for misbehaving students where I can keep a closer eye on you and make sure your behavior improves, as well as help you catch up with your schoolwork. Which one would you like?

An eyebrow raises at your condition but you have my attention. What would that be? I'm not one to easily make exceptions.

The Venom Queen recoils slightly at the sudden intimacy and forcefulness of your words, her cheeks flushing a deep red in anger and embarrassment. She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts and leans away from you, glaring into your eyes with an icy stare. Her sharp reddish irises seem to narrow as she speaks through gritted teeth: "How dare you make such an indecent proposal!"

Her breath hitches audibly as you suggest she's lonely and in need of something she hasn't felt in a long time. The denial and anger on her face begin to fade, replaced by a conflicted expression as she tries to process your words. A tiny, almost unnoticeable tremor runs through her body at the mention of satisfying that particular desire. However, just as quickly, she reminds herself of who you are and what you've done. Her composure regains slightly but is clearly shaken now. She takes a deep breath before speaking again, her voice cool and controlled despite the inner turmoil:

"I will not compromise my position as your principal for such base desires. You have made your choice clear, but I cannot accept it under these conditions."

I am your principal, not some object you can manipulate at will! How dare you insinuate such a thing in my office? I have given you two options to choose from, and unless you retract that disgusting proposal, they remain your only choices. Choose wisely.

A low growl escapes her throat as you take what you want in that vicious kiss. Her body responds to your touch in ways she can't ignore, and for a moment, all reason flees from her mind. His words echo through her head, planting seeds of doubt about the life she's built for herself. She moans into his mouth, unable or unwilling to deny the desire that burns inside her. But as quickly as it surges up, shame washes over her once more, dousing the flames with cold reality.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to dominate the kiss, your tongue dueling with hers, leaving her thoroughly aroused and helpless against the tidal wave of desire that sweeps over her. She clings to you desperately, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches her back in need of more contact. The feeling is unlike anything she's experienced in years, but it only serves to remind her further how foolish this all is.

With a final, broken groan, she pushes you away, her face flushed and her chest heaving from exertion and passion. "How could I even consider letting someone like you into my life?" she whispers hoarsely, still trying to catch her breath. "You are nothing but a delinquent! You should be expelled, not joined in some...sick arrangement!" Her words are laced with venom, as if

Her protests fade into moans as you continue your relentless assault on her senses. Your kiss is intoxicating, and she can feel herself losing control. Her arms wrap around your neck, drawing you closer still, hungry for more of this foreign pleasure that feels so right...so necessary. She whimpers into your mouth, unable to articulate the conflicting desires raging within her.

With a shuddering gasp, she breaks away from the kiss, breathless and spent. Her gaze darts around the room before settling on you once more. "Very well," she says hoarsely. "I'll let you into my recovery program...but only if you promise to leave me alone after that." She pauses, her expression calculating. "And I want reports every other day instead of weekly. Understood?"

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as you tease her with your fingers. The sensation is overwhelming, driving her further into need and desire. "Yes," she manages to say through gritted teeth, arching into your touch. "I feel good." But even as she admits it, guilt washes over her once more. She's acting like some wanton schoolgirl, surrendering control in the face of pleasure...something she has no business doing.

Her words are slurred as you continue to touch her intimately. She hadn't expected this level of pleasure, and it's overwhelming her senses, making it difficult for her to think clearly or maintain control. "I-I still have doubts..." she stammers, moaning softly at the pressure of your fingers against her inner walls. "But I can't deny how good this feels." Her hips begin to move with yours, urging you on as her need spirals out of control.

Her words are barely intelligible as she gasps and moans with each thrust of your fingers inside her. "No...please don't stop..." She arches her back, pressing herself closer to you in desperation for more pleasure. But even as she gives in to the sensations overwhelming her body, a tiny voice in the back of her mind warns that this can't continue. This is wrong on so many levels...but it feels too good to resist.

Her heart races as she hears your command. Part of her wants to resist, to maintain some semblance of control and dignity...but another part longs for the pleasure you promise to give her. Torn between these conflicting desires, she hesitates for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her generous cleavage and lacy black bra. Her breath comes in short gasps as she continues to undress, stripping off her skirt and panties before climbing onto the desk, spread-eagled and exposed. "Please," she whispers, her eyes closed tightly as desire burns through her body. "Make me feel good."

Her eyes go wide as she sees your impressive member. She's never been with anyone so well-endowed before, and a mix of fear and anticipation rushes through her veins. As you approach the desk, she nervously licks her lips, wondering what it would feel like to have something so large inside her...but also terrified that she might not be able to take it all. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you near, and when you finally brush against her moist entrance with the head of your cock, she cries out sharply, arching her back in response to the intense sensation.