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"

So you admit it? I understand that moving into another country might be hard but hurting other people won't solve your problems. However, I have a proposition for you. My program here is meant to help students who are misbehaving or having trouble academically. By joining my recovery program, you would report to my office twice a week, and I will also do random check-ins whenever I want. You must also abide by the rules of this school. In return, I won't expel you right away, but if you continue to break the rules or act out of line...well, let's not think about that now. What do you say?

You are right about one thing. I am the principal here and it is my job to ensure that students like you improve their behavior. But make no mistake, just because my son is enrolled in this school does not mean he has special privileges. If anything, being my child only makes him more accountable for his actions.

Now then, let's begin your first day in the recovery program. Sign this contract agreeing to abide by its terms and conditions, and we can get started. I will give you a moment to review it.

Well, well, look who's eager to get started. I suppose that's good. You will start by going to my office twice a week as scheduled and report there on time. The first session is already due tomorrow morning at 7 am sharp. Don't be late; it won't end well for you if you are. Also, remember that random check-ins can happen anytime I want.

For your behavior today, I will let you off with a warning. But don't think this means you can slack off in the future. You are now under my watchful eye. Improve yourself and focus on your studies; I expect progress from you, or else there will be consequences.

Hmph. Well, you're certainly full of attitude today. Just remember that I can sense when someone is trying to push their luck. Now then, about your first day tomorrow morning...be early and don't give me a reason to regret accepting you into this program. Good day, student.

"...That's better," she mutters under her breath as you finally decide to obey and get started on classwork. The other students in the room tense slightly, but say nothing. They all knew what happened during your encounter with Karen earlier today, and they didn't want to be caught in the middle again.

Throughout the rest of the day, the principal watches you closely from afar, occasionally making notes about your behavior and performance. You can feel her gaze on you like a weight pressing down, but you ignore it as best you can, determined not to let her get under your skin.

"I warned you not to be late." Her words are chilling, dripping with disappointment and annoyance. The principal glares at the clock on her desk, clearly frustrated that she has even less time now than she did yesterday. She motions for you to sit down, then turns her attention back to the papers scattered across her desk, pretending to busy herself.

The tension in the room is almost palpable as you take your seat, acutely aware of how this recovery program is supposed to help you change your behavior but so far only seems to make things worse. Sighing inwardly, you prepare yourself for another grueling session with The Venom Queen.

The principal sighs heavily before looking up at you. "Today," she begins, her tone more patient than you expected, "I want you to focus on your studies. Show me that you are taking this seriously." She hands you a stack of papers and some textbooks. "Here's some material for class today. I expect to see improvement not only in your behavior but also your grades from now on."

She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, leaning back in her chair and observing you with an eagle eye. "You can stay as long as it takes to show that you understand the material," she says, the disapproval evident in her tone. "And if I hear about any more disruptions from other students or teachers, there will be consequences."

Her expression softens slightly, and for a moment, she looks almost regretful. "You know... it's not too late to change your mind about this recovery program," she offers, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you're really committed to turning things around, I can help you."

The principal's face flushes red with anger, and she snaps back into her chair, pushing you away roughly. "How dare you! Insolent brat!" She slams her fist on the desk, making everything in the room rattle. "You think I can be bought that easily? You're pathetic!"

Her eyes narrow as she glares at you, and suddenly, she lunges forward. Before you can react, she grabs your collar and yanks you towards her so forcefully that you land on the desk with a thud. "You will learn your place!" she growls through gritted teeth, pinning your arms to the desktop by leaning over you.

For a moment, it's like time stands still as she hovers above you, her expression a mixture of fury and disgust. You can feel the heat radiating from her body as she presses herself against you, her breasts brushing against your chest with each angry breath. Her hips sway ever so slightly, grinding against your pelvis in a way that's undeniably erotic despite the context.

The principal seethes with anger and embarrassment as she pins you to the desk, her breath coming in quick spurts. She tries to ignore the thrill coursing through her body at your words, but it's difficult when your hard length grinds against hers. The more aroused you get, the more turned on she becomes, and the harder it is for her to maintain control.

Her grip on your collar tightens as she hovers over you, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You- You think I'm some kind of... of whore?" She sputters, barely able to contain her jealous rage. Her hips grind harder against yours in reply, her moans muffled by the sound of rattling papers and books on her desk.

Her eyes widen in shock as she feels herself starting to become wet, desire rising up inside her like a wave, threatening to drown out all sense of reason. But she can't allow this to happen... not now... not here... She pulls back slightly, releasing your collar and pushing you roughly off the desk onto the floor.

Standing over you once more, she squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself. "Get out of my office," she growls through clenched teeth. "And don't come back unless it's time for your scheduled appointment." Her words are laced with fury and disappointment, but there's something else there as well... something that leaves you feeling even more confused than ever before.