"An excessive request? What excessive request?"
The teacher who had always been harsh and violent now looked like a delicate little woman.
One had to admit, this softer side of her was kind of attractive. After all, she was a beautiful, elegant older woman—it's just that her usual behavior was so awful that people tended to overlook her beauty.
Now look—her student, the one obsessed with anime and all things 2D, was giving her a look that was seriously... off.
She couldn't help but shiver slightly.
That look was so aggressive… Was this going to turn into one of those R18 doujinshi-style plots?
Sure enough, the kid made a request that made her eyes go wide. For a moment, her mind went totally blank.
Then—he pulled out some… unmentionable props and costumes, giving wicked commands and forcing her to change.
He was planning to seriously humiliate her.
"Uuuu~~~~"
As a teacher, she should've been shivering in fear and looking pitiful.
And, well… she kind of was. But still—why was she being so obedient? Was there a tiny part of her that was looking forward to it?
No—no way! She wasn't looking forward to this! It was all because he was too evil, threatening her with things that could destroy her reputation. Yeah, that was it.
"Please… just be gentle…"
Since she couldn't resist, all she could do was endure. Her voice trembled, sounding incredibly weak and submissive.
Then she slowly closed her eyes, crystalline teardrops clinging to her lashes.
She had to admit—her face, flushed and glistening with sweat, looked seductively inviting. It made people want to bite into it. Her voluptuous figure, pretending to resist while secretly giving in, was just too enticing—it stirred up a dangerous impulse.
And then—
"Yaaah!"
She let out a strange yelp—and the steamy scene suddenly vanished.
In front of her now was the familiar face of Yazuki, who was tapping her cheek with a very weird expression.
"Come on, can you not make such creepy noises? It gave me goosebumps."
Yazuki looked at her with a baffled expression. Who would've thought that the brutish, unladylike teacher—Hiratsuka-sensei—would be this easy to scare?
He'd expected her to act all tough, maybe even say something like "a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water," or threaten to take him down with her. But instead, she panicked and completely folded.
Now she looked all meek and adorable… which honestly made him waver a little. He was getting some weird thoughts.
"Huh?"
Still dazed, Shizuka finally realized that none of what she had imagined had actually happened. It was all just her own overactive imagination.
"Sensei, what were you just thinking about? You were acting really weird."
The question snapped her back to reality.
Staring at Yazuki's smirking face, she was livid. But there was no way she could tell him what had been running through her head, right?
So, she tried to put on a stern face and regain her teacherly authority.
"You're a pervert, Sensei."
Yazuki's next comment completely killed the pressure she was trying to give off. Her expression froze.
"I—I'm not—!"
"Forcibly kissing someone a whole decade younger than you—isn't that kind of perverted? Isn't that, like, ethically wrong?"
"Ugh…"
"So, you are a pervert, huh?"
Yazuki's sincere eyes stared into hers, making Hiratsuka look away, biting her lip… completely speechless.
"Sensei, were you just thinking about something dirty?"
Silence.
Shizuka shifted her gaze again.
"Hmm?"
"N-No… I wasn't…"
"Nope, from the way you're acting, you definitely were. Let me guess… You thought I was going to blackmail you and do that kind of thing to you—like in one of those R18 doujin stories?"
As Yazuki said this, he gave a devilish grin.
And right on cue, Shizuka looked like she'd been found out—sweating like crazy, lips pressed tight, eyes tearing up.
Wow. She looked so pitiful now, totally different from when she tried to act cool and left him in a mess before. Finally, he'd gotten one back on her.
"All right then, here's my outrageous request."
With another slightly wicked grin, his tone turned even more suspicious. Shizuka gulped nervously.
"Ikaros, come on in."
"Huh?"
What was going on now? Why was he calling someone else in? Shizuka panicked—was there another person? No way! She couldn't handle that!
This jerk—she'd even started to like him a tiny bit, and now he was bringing another guy into this?!
Unforgivable! She'd kill him!
But then, the door opened, and in walked a pink-haired, blue-eyed girl with a sad expression—a total beauty, like an angel.
What the heck? When did this guy meet such a cute girl?
"Master~"
The girl—called Ikaros—spoke with soft lips, calling Yazuki Master. Shizuka's eyes went wide.
Even though the girl's expression was blank, showing no clear emotions, Shizuka could feel a deep attachment to Yazuki in her voice.
She seemed like the type who would obey his every word—totally submissive.
Wait a sec—was that a collar around her neck… and a chain?!
Had she been trained?!
In that moment, Shizuka's imagination went wild again. Had this poor girl also been blackmailed by Yazuki, and then trained to be like this?
It was over. This girl was probably here to help him train her next.
"Okay then. My outrageous request is… Hiratsuka-sensei, please help Ikaros enroll at Sobu High as soon as possible. Oh, and she has to be in the same class as me."
"Ugh… Fine, do whatever you want. I don't care anymore, even if you want to trai—huh?"
Half giving up, she blinked in confusion.
"Help her enroll?"
"Yep."
"That's it?"
"What else did you think it'd be? And by the way, Sensei—what did you mean just now when you said, 'I don't care anymore, even if you want to trai—'?"
"That's cute, Shizu~"
With that, Yazuki leaned in with a smug grin.
Staaaare—
So that's it.
This almost-30 spinster who claimed not to care about romance was actually super sensitive. Was she trying to throw herself at him? Was this whole pitiful act some scheme to seduce him—get him to sleep with her so she could cling to him forever?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it sounded!
Wow. Who would've thought the loud and careless Hiratsuka-sensei would be such a schemer?
Yazuki was so startled by the idea, he was glad he hadn't fallen for her "pitiful mode" act.
"Hehehe… You dumbass, you said all that out loud! Yazuki-kun!!!"
Now Hiratsuka was fuming, veins popping, face twitching, fists clenched.
She was so mad she could hardly breathe.
"If I were that scheming, I would've been married already!!!"