A/N: Word of caution. This chapter is quite blinding, as it contains not-so-good stuff.
You can skip the chapter if you prefer to keep your sanity as you won't be missing anything.
This chapter basically describes the level of obsession the principal has.
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[The life of the principal]
*Beep beep beep*
A hand slowly crawled across the nightstand like a dying slug.
*Slap*
Silence.
The principal squinted at his phone, swiped the alarm away and rolled onto his back.
'Another beautiful day at school.' He muttered while scratching his hairy stomach.
His bed creaked in protest as he sat up.
Experience had taught him an important lesson: standing up too fast was dangerous.
Last time he tried it, the room spun so hard he accidentally hugged his coat rack for ten minutes.
So he waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Blood circulation was important.
Finally, he pushed himself to his feet and waddled toward the kitchen.
Breakfast was simple.
Leftovers from last night.
Cold noodles.
Half a sausage.
And a mysterious container he didn't remember buying.
'Probably still edible.'
He shrugged and heated the food up.
While eating, his thoughts drifted to the most important part of his day.
Him.
Dylan.
The principal's cheeks flushed.
'How should I approach him today…'
He tapped his chopsticks against the table like a strategist palming a military campaign.
A compliment?
A friendly conversation?
Perhaps a subtle invitation?
His face grew redder.
'Once he gets a taste of my affection…'
He clasped his hands dramatically.
'He'll never go back.'
The principal giggled to himself.
With his unrealistic cock size.
He was wondering how to train the love of his life to fit.
'Can't believe I did it with those disgusting pigs.'
There were times when he would want to chop off his own dick just thinking about those pigs.
But he couldn't.
He had to save it for his soon-to-be lover.
'To think there was a point in time when I actually thought they were pretty.'
Women?
What are they? Who are they? Were they his type?
All he knows is that they mean nothing to him, they don't deserve his respect, their love or their devotion.
Because now his third eye had opened.
Now he knows his type.
He liked them young, he liked them masculine, he liked them tall.
And there was only one person who matched exactly his type.
'Di-ran.' He grinned.
The way he walks, the way his brown hair caresses the wind, everything about him screams perfection.
His mind melted into pure bliss just thinking about him.
'Shit.'
He woke up from his daydream.
'He makes me feel so weak.'
He stared at his cum stained pants.
Yep… he ejaculated in his pants from thought alone.
That's the level of lust he was feeling.
He tossed his dirty pants into the washing machine.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to deal with them properly.
After that, he squeezed himself into his XXXXXL suit and grabbed a large trash bag by the door.
Now, you might be wondering what was inside that bag.
Photographs.
Hundreds of them.
Pictures of students' mothers.
At one point he had considered them… attractive.
But that was the old him.
Now they were nothing but an eyesore.
Last night he had spent hours clearing them out, making room for something far more important.
Much better photographs.
He stepped outside and dropped the trash bag into the apartment's disposal area.
Then he climbed into his car.
Before starting the engine, he checked himself in the rear-view mirror.
He carefully combed his few remaining strands of hair with his fingers.
'I wonder…'
'…Does Di-ran like bald men?'
Satisfied with his appearance, he started the engine.
And drove off to work.
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As the principal of the school, he had mountains of paperwork.
Paperwork that constantly got in the way of the one thing he truly wanted.
Love.
He sighed and pushed a stack of documents aside.
'If paperwork won't move out of the way,' he muttered, 'then I'll simply work around it.'
He pressed the intercom.
'Send the three boys in.'
A few minutes later, a nervous student stepped into the office.
The principal folded his hands together and smiled calmly.
'Listen carefully.'
'You're dangerously close to being expelled from this school.'
The boy's face immediately turned pale.
'And I'm sure,' the principal continued softly, 'you don't want that.'
The students quickly shook their heads.
'Of course you don't.' The principal nodded. 'Your parents wouldn't be very happy, would they?'
The boys swallowed.
The principal slowly slid a photograph across the desk.
'Here's the thing,' he said. 'I can make an exception.'
The boys stared at the photo.
Dylan.
'W-what do you want us to do?'
The principal leaned back in his chair.
'Nothing complicated.'
'I simply need you to provoke him.'
The boys stiffened.
'P-provoke him?'
'Yes.' The principal tapped the desk. 'Start a little trouble. Make it look like he attacked you.'
The boys' faces turned even paler.
They had seen what happened the last time someone tried that.
They really liked their faces.
'I… I can't—'
'Think about your parents,' the principal interrupted gently.
'What would they say if their sons were expelled?'
Their fists tightened.
'Imagine going home with that news.'
'Imagine the disappointment on their faces. The tears they will shed.'
The principal paused, letting the silence sink in.
Then he smiled again.
'But if you help me…'
He slid a report card across.
'Imagine the pride on your parents' faces.'
'Imagine your future… completely clean.'
'I can give you all of that.'
The boys stared at the paper.
Their breathing grew heavier.
'We… do it.'
The principal's smile widened.
'Excellent.'
'I'm glad we could reach a mutually beneficial arrangement.'
The student quietly left the office.
The door clicked shut.
The principal leaned back in his chair and exhaled.
It was a strategy he had used many times before.
Did he regret it?
Yes.
Because his dick had gone into them.
Those pigs.
But it worked.
The students' mothers would give up their bodies just to keep them from failing.
And now, he was using it against an inexperienced young boy.
All alone in a foreign country.
'Oh sweet sweet Di-ran…'
He giggled.
'Your purity will be mine… you will be mine.'
The principal imagined Dylan moaning his name, crying for help as he fucks him mercilessly.
Day after day, until he is trained to become his personal sex slave.
There to serve his sexual desires.
'Oh, shit, almost.'
He almost ejaculated again.
He began thinking about women, which calmed his dick down.
'Let's just hope that the student at least is smart enough to do what needs to be done.'
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'Somehow, you're in my office again, Ku-reiji san.'
The principal tried his best to keep a straight face, but he was hard.
Very hard.
Seeing him. Right in front of him.
If he just reached his arms out, he could feel him.
'What can I say?' Dylan shrugged. 'Trouble seems to find me.'
'Then you should already know why you're here,' the principal replied.
'Is it because I'm stealing the teacher's job?'
The principal blinked. 'No.'
'It's because you smashed another student into a desk.'
Dylan leaned back in his chair.
'It's called discipline. Something he should've learned a long time ago.'
'That doesn't change the fact he's currently in the hospital.'
'Skill issue.'
The principal slowly inhaled and forced a smile.
After a moment, he leaned forward slightly.
'But here's the thing.'
'Oh?' Dylan raised an eyebrow.
'I might be able to overlook this little… incident.'
Dylan tilted his head.
'What's the catch?'
'Nothing serious,' the principal said smoothly. 'Just a small favour.'
'What kind of favour?'
'Some manual labour. We have old equipment that needs to be moved and thrown out. If you help us with that…'
He spread his hands politely.
'…I can help you.'
Dylan thought about it for a second.
'Okay.'
The principal almost smiled too quickly.
'Excellent.'
He scribbled something down on a note and handed it over.
'Take this to the teacher in class 3-1. He'll give you the instructions.'
Dylan glanced at the paper, folded it and stood up.
'Alright.'
Without another word, he left the office.
The door clicked shut.
The principal leaned back in his chair.
Step one.
Complete.
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Lace the cup of water with aphrodisiac.
'He said it was new and improved.'
The aphrodisiac he got was from the same dealer he got it from when he would use it on women.
The dealer said it would work on anyone, regardless of gender.
And with this new and improved formula.
The effects are 3 times greater than the previous batch.
Step 2 complete.
Now he just had to wait.
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'Here is the note.'
Dylan handed it over.
The principal glanced at it.
The note itself meant nothing. It was just a simple confirmation from the teacher that Dylan had finished the task.
The real purpose of the note was much simpler.
It brought him back.
Right here.
To this office.
'You look exhausted, Di-ran,' the principal said with a warm smile.
'Not really.'
Dylan didn't even look tired.
No sweat. No heavy breathing.
'Here,' the principal said, sliding a glass across the desk. 'Have some water.'
Dylan looked at the glass.
Then he looked at the principal.
For a moment, it almost seemed like he had realised something.
'I'm fine,' Dylan said. 'I drank on the way back.'
'Please… I insist.'
Under the desk, the principal quietly crossed his fingers.
'The last thing I want is for a student to end up in the hospital because of dehydration.'
Dylan studied him for another second.
Then he asked.
'If I drink this… can I go?'
'Of course.' The principal smiled kindly. 'T'm simply looking after my students.'
Dylan picked up the glass.
He drank it in one go.
'Thanks for the water.'
Then he stood up and left the office.
The door closed.
Nothing happened.
The principal blinked.
Once.
Twice.
'…What?'
Why didn't it work?
It was supposed to be instant.
*Ring ring, ring ring*
-Hello?
'Why in the fuck did your new product not work!'
-Calm down. What do you mean by 'not work?'
'Exactly what I meant, it had no effect.'
-Did you use too little dosage?
'I doubled the amount listed and it didn't work!'
-That's impossible, I tried it on some people and it worked just fine.
'Well, it clearly isn't working for me!'
-Then how about this, I'll send you a new batch, free of charge.
'Then let's hope it works or I'll never buy from you again!'
He clicked the 'end call' and dropped my phone onto the desk.
He rubbed his greasy face.
Step 3.
Failed.
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*Ding dong*
The school bell rang through the halls.
The principal slowly stood up from his chair and walked toward the window.
Down below, students began pouring out of the building like ants escaping a disturbed nest.
His eyes scanned the crowd.
Searching.
Waiting.
Then…
'There he is.'
A grin spread across his face.
'So beautiful…'
Just watching him sent strange little shivers up his spine.
The way he walked.
The way the wind brushed through his brown hair.
Even the lazy way he carried himself.
Perfect.
The principal sighed dreamily.
Then suddenly…
'Wait.'
His eyes narrowed.
Dylan wasn't alone.
As usual, a girl walked beside him.
The principal leaned closer to the glass.
'He's always with that girl…'
The gears in his mind began turning.
Slowly.
Then faster.
A crooked smile appeared.
'What if I used her?'
He stroked his double chin thoughtfully.
Then chuckled.
'Sometimes my own brilliance frightens me.'
He turned away from the window and walked to a tall filing cabinet.
'Let's see…'
Folders shuffled as he searched.
Student records.
Attendance reports.
Disciplinary files.
Then…
'There you are.'
He pulled out a document and studied the photograph on top.
A brown-haired girl stared back.
'Sato Kasumi.'
The principal's smile widened.
'You…'
He tapped the paper with one finger.'
'…are my ticket to love.'