That had definitely been a slightly terrifying experience. To just get called like that by the scariest woman in the school? No one wanted that.

Everyone has been so surprised too. Being called to the office surely meant one was in trouble. As an A+ student who kept his nose clean (at least on the surface), he'd never had reason to be called in.

Quietly, after cleaning the cum off his cock with his towel—Kaori's tongue—he headed down the hallway and knocked on the revered door of the principal's office.

Once given permission, Renji opened the heavy wooden door, his heart pounding a little harder than he'd like to admit.

It was his first time stepping foot in here and the office was as imposing as he imagined, definitely designed to intimidate.

Dark oak paneling ran along the walls, shelves crammed with leather-bound books on education theory and school policy, and a massive desk dominating the center like a judge's bench.

Framed certificates and awards hung neatly, while that professional smell of polished wood and lavender air freshener filled the air.

Behind the desk sat Principal Akemi Suzuki, her posture ramrod straight, fingers steepled as she regarded him with those piercing purple eyes.

"Good morning, Principal Suzuki," Renji said, his voice steady but laced with caution as he closed the door behind him.

She nodded curtly, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. "Take a seat, Kenshiro."

He did, sinking into the cushioned seat with a nervous shift, his hands clasping in his lap to hide the slight tremor.

Why the hell was he here?

He thought of the possible reasons. Maybe it tied to the art competition; perhaps she wanted details on his progress, some administrative nudge to ensure Seihou's victory.

Yeah, that was the most obvious reason.

Another obvious thing though was…

Renji's eyes moved to the principal. She was way too sexy. Even in her professional attire.

As far as he knew, she was in her early forties, but time had only honed her allure. Today, she wore a fitted blazer that hugged her ample curves.

Renji could see the fabric straining over her full breasts and her tummy. He tried not to gape, averting his eyes to avoid sparking her infamous fury.

He could imagine what below her waist looked under this desk. Her skirt clinging to those wide hips of hers, and her legs, crossed elegantly, toned and shaped.

He squeezed his eyes to chase away the thought and when he looked at her, Principal Suzuki was glaring at him with her cold purple eyes.

They were sharp as amethysts, framed by subtle makeup that accentuated her mature beauty, while her dark hair was pulled back to a bun, allowing her face to be framed with obstruction.

"Do you have any idea why I've called you here, Kenshiro?" Akemi asked, leaning forward slightly as if dissecting him with her gaze.

Renji shook his head, forcing a casual shrug. "No, ma'am. I was guessing maybe you wanted an update on my painting for the art competition?"

She gave him a plain gaze then merely said. "No."

"O… kay."

She sat back. "My daughter updates me frequently on that front so I don't require any more… updates." Her glare tightened, those purple eyes boring into him like lasers.

"Cool," Renji said, looking away as his cheeks burned under the scrutiny.

Akemi folded her arms across her chest, the motion accentuating her curves in a way that made it hard for Renji to focus.

"I called you here for a more delicate reason. As you've no doubt noticed, there's been a change in my daughter, Hitomi, as of late. She's dressing more... provocatively, acting bolder, more forward. It's not like her at all."

'Oh.' Renji pretended not to know what she was talking about. "Uh, really? I haven't noticed anything unusual, Principal Suzuki."

She snapped forward, her palm slapping the desk with a sharp crack that made him flinch. "Don't lie to me, Kenshiro. It's obvious to everyone, including you. You spend time with her for the Art Competition so you've obviously noticed it."

He swallowed hard, dropping the pretense. "Sorry, ma'am. Yeah, I've seen it. She's been... different."

Akemi's expression softened fractionally, but the cold edge remained. "I believe the root cause is a boy. Some reckless fool she has feelings for, leading her down this rebellious path. It's corrupting her focus, her innocence."

Renji's eyes widened, a gulp catching in his throat. 'Fuck. A boy. Has she found out about Saturday?'

His mind flashed when Hitomi had asked him to be her boyfriend, his refusal, and then her changing after.

He was the whole reason for it. Did Principal Suzuki know?

"A boy?" he echoed, his voice a touch higher than intended.

"Yes," Akemi confirmed, her purple eyes narrowing further.

She said nothing for a while and Renji just sat there, sweating inside his skin as the silence stretched between them like a taut wire.

The air grew thick, Renji's pulse thundering in his ears as she stared him down.

Then, climactically, she leaned in. "Renji...?"

He froze, sweat beading on his forehead. "Y-yes, ma'am?"

"Are... you..." She paused, drawing out the tension, her glare unyielding.

Renji's mind screamed. He was cooked. The principal knew about Hitomi's crush, how he'd rejected her subtly and sparked this change.

She was going to hate him, she would make his life miserable if she'd found out it was him.

"Are… you…

"...willing to help me find out who it is?" she finished the question.

Renji paused, blinking in disbelief. "What?"

Akemi repeated herself. "Are you willing to help me uncover who this boy is? The one influencing my daughter so negatively."

Renji exhaled internally. It seemed he wasn't even a suspect, despite all the time spent with Hitomi.

In the principal's eyes, he was the model student: smart, reliable, not the "bad boy" type to inspire rebellion.

'Phew, I'm out of the picture.'

The principal's wrath was a storm he didn't want to weather now, not with his other schemes brewing.

"Yeah, sure, ma'am. I'm happy to help."

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