Book 3: Chapter 20 (1/2)

“Hello, Hakaru-san.” Sasori Fukumi purred.

“What do you want, sensei?” I asked, my voice flat and my expression hinting at nothing.

“Hakaru…” She said, sitting right in front of me on my desk, crossing her legs in a short miniskirt that was barely acceptable for a teacher at school.

I could tell just by looking at her that she was wearing extremely sexy underwear. Part of the reason was that it was just slightly visible through her shirt. She picked a shirt just opaque enough you could barely make out the sexy black bra underneath.

Over the last week, Sasori had started doing things like this to try to catch my attention. Since I had disappeared after visiting Kira early this week, I had tried to keep my communication with Sasori strictly as a teacher and student thing. I had a lot to think about, especially when it came to Kira and Netori, and Sasori just wasn’t of interest right now. I really didn’t want to deal with her escapist crap. She flirted, cheated, and had sex as a means of escaping reality, but that just wasn’t what I wanted to do.

The culmination of all of that was that once I started ignoring her, she started acting out to try to get my attention. Her outfits at school had grown bolder and bolder. Right now, she showed significant cleavage, had a skirt that some would call indecent. Her hair was done up in a long ponytail braid. She had on makeup in a way that enhanced her features like that of a movie star. She truly was stunningly beautiful, and she had been the talk of the entire school the last few days.

“Did you see what Mrs. Fukumi is wearing today? Damn that vice-principal is a lucky man!”

“Damn, what I wouldn’t give to stick my head in those breasts.”

“She bent over in front of me yesterday and it took everything I had not to put my hand up her skirt.”

“Hehe… I bet she’s not even wearing underwear.”

This kind of talk was floating everywhere if you stopped to listen. It was enough that you’d think the vice-principal would be embarrassed and furious at the mockery his wife was making. However, that would only be the case at a normal school. This school was controlled by the God of Lust Society, and it seemed like several of its members were Champions of gods. This was a school where the Student Council President was given to the sports team as a means of encouragement.

The Vice-Principal walked through the halls with a grin on his face, apparently quite pleased that his wife was being ogled by other men. When he saw me, he always took the time to give me a smile and a wink, as if to ask if I noticed his wife and suggest I take her for a ride. That was one of the other reasons I had cut off things between myself and Sasori. I didn’t want to give this man a single point, even inadvertently.

As far as Kira, I hadn’t been able to find her at all. Even when I asked after her, she was always gone by the time I got there. I suspected that Netorase must be warning her or something. I complained about the level of cheating that her sister was doing to Netori one of the few times she would talk to me after our argument. She only sniffed and crossed her arms.

“The other gods and goddesses don’t do as much as you may think. Rather, why do you assume all of your failures are because others are cheating? You’ve also had many advantages others did not receive. You started first, and I even offered myself to put you on your way. Netorare sacrificed her body and heart for you. Meanwhile, you go around the school with rumors that you have connections to the mafia and stole both your sister and Akiko out from other men. Any player would be foolish to not guess you were a player, and I bet many of them would call you the cheat!”

Her answer was at that level. If I wanted to win Netori’s heart, it seemed like I was farther than I had ever been.

Of course, all of that culminated today, the day before the Friday event where I’d finally expose these bastards for what they were. Sasori had used her power as a teacher to make me stay after school. I still thought about walking out, but I didn’t put it above her putting me into detention and making me serve it privately with her. At the very least, I didn’t want to give Sasori even an inch right now, even as she sat on my desk with her ass practically in my face.

“Hakaru, you haven’t stopped over to my house in some time.” She said, her lips pouting. “You’re making a girl feel lonely.”

“Sasori…” I sighed, “Mrs. Fukumi, what is it you’re looking for?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” She blinked, and then a small smile formed. “Do you mean, top or bottom?”

Her hand reached and she tried to put it up my shirt. She had an eager expression on her face and was licking her lips seductively. It was pretty clear what she was expecting.  I pulled away, causing the smile on her face to slip into confusion.

“I mean, your life is a mess. Your husband knows you’ve been cheating on him with me. He’s known all along.”

“Th-that’s impossible.” She laughed like I was joking, and then tried to put her hands on me again, but I backed up another step. “Hakaru… you shouldn’t make up-“

“It gets him off. He likes seeing other men use you. He likes watching his daughter get raped too.”

Finally, the humor in her expression fell, and a stern look appeared. “Hakaru, these kinds of accusations…”

“I don’t really care if you believe me. I just thought you should know. However, you’ve been denying everything else in front of you, so why should I be surprised that you’d pretend even my words are a lie. It must be convenient interpreting things for your own convenience.”

“That’s not fair! How dare you!” Her expression started to turn angry, but I couldn’t stop now.