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"I understand ma'am. Is Miss Kurica already in your office?" Aiko standing on her feet gathered her files a side of her table. She lowered herself, picking up so piles of papers the fan had blown off the table.
"Yes she is. You may follow ."
Aiko went slowly and quietly behind Vice Chancellor Kurosawa. Whatever warranted Miss Kurosawa to be furious today ant it was nothing small. The door to her office creaked open and Aiko walked in while Kurosawa closed the door from behind.
She could only see her back fra but such a sturdy, clear skin back fra couldn't be mistaken. Even though Aiko had never seen her life and direct, it was just too impossible to mix her up.
Katashi Kurica
The CEO of K. K Fashion and runway!
"You must be Miss Tanaka. Has soone fetched Renji already? I assu he's back in his dorm by now."Katashi's voice was a long drag, holding this power and elegance at the sa ti.
Aiko found a seat next to the principal, not really next, but a distance to it. She sat down, crossing her legs on each other.
Up until now, VC Kurosawa hadn't told her what she was here doing or how she had any hands in this eting.
The door opened once again however it was Renji, with his hair drowned in water, his clothes a bit ruffled. He pulled out a seat grudgingly next to his mouth, hissing and rolling his eyes.
Katashi didn't react too much and only glanced at her phone. Vice Chancellor Kurosawa stepped forward, her arms behind her back, eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on Renji who had this nonchalant act on his face. She gave a firm nod, exhaling and sitting before speaking.
"Miss Kurica, thank you for honoring our invitation on such short notice. Before we address the issue at hand..." Kurosawa turned slightly toward Aiko, "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Aiko Tanaka. She is the new substitute teacher for Tech 101 this sester."
Katashi finally looked up from her phone, her eyes flickering with sothing unreadable as they landed on Aiko. "Hm, a pleasure."
Aiko weakly flashed a smile and all the while wondering what all this had to do with her. Kurosawa adjusted in her seat and looked up to Renji. "I went through your last grades, they were all A's, are you sure you didn't hack our server and tamper with your result."
"Are you kidding ? "Are you kidding ? You don't think a slacker like can pull off a 4.0?Co on, I might skip classes and not do so tests and all...but I fucking swear, I didn't tamper with it."
"Are you going to keep lying? Cause I can call up the staff in charge of inputting the results. Or may I play to you your porn video with Mrs. Miyako?" Her voice was nothing calm.
Renji froze.
The sarcastic twist in his lips disappeared completely as his eyes darted from Kurosawa to Katashi, then briefly to Aiko—who was already wide-eyed, confused, and clutching her folder like a shield.
"You're bluffing," Renji muttered, but his voice cracked at the edge, betraying the panic bubbling underneath.
Vice Chancellor Kurosawa didn't flinch. Her perfectly manicured fingers tapped lightly against the glass table. "Would you like to confirm that?" She said flatly, reaching toward the tablet beside her. It didn't take for too long for the video to play.
Life and direct, Renji and Mrs. Miyako in one of the female staff cubicle fucking each other. The sultry moan and groans as he thrust into her anal each minutes was loud and clear.
"Enough okay? Can't soone play with their fucking teachers again?",
Renji's lips tightened into a straight line, smugging in his chair. What else was she going to display on her screen? The part where he snug into VC's office to change to result directly on her computer after getting the keys from Mrs. Mikayo?
Katashi let out a deep sigh, sliding her phone into her bag. "So, he's getting expelled again? Damn. Fourth ti in a row and I don't even know what to do with him anymore."
Her voice lacked any true shock—just a weary disappointnt laced with quiet frustration. More so like she had expected sothing like that.
Vice Chancellor Kurosawa leaned back in her chair, eyes still pinned on Renji. "No. He won't be expelled... Well not for now. But he will be sanctioned for one month until he's able to pass that course."
Katashi lifted a brow. "Sanctioned?"
Kurosawa stood and walked over to the printer in the corner of the room. She pulled out a red grid lined report paper from underneath the printer, returned to her seat and laid it on the table in front of Katashi.
"This is his actual grade. Two Fs—one of which Miss Aiko Tanaka," she turned slightly toward Aiko, who nearly flinched under the attention, "will be giving him extra lessons for on the weekends. On school grounds. The other, we'll assign to another tutor."
Renji scoffed loudly, shifting in his seat. He folded his hands in disbelief. "Fucking ridiculous."
"And," Kurosawa continued as if he hadn't spoken, retrieving a second sheet from a folder, "this is Yuki Mori's grade sheet. He got the highest score—85 points. He'll be the one to tutor you in the second course."
There was a beat of silence before Renji let out a harsh laugh. "Pastry boy? You're telling the flour-dusted dork is going to be tutoring ? The fuck kind of joke is this?"
Kurosawa's eyes didn't blink. "It's not a joke. And considering your academic history, you're in no position to be picky."
"I ain't letting him tutor . He's gonna mock for the rest of my life! Isn't there any staff you can assign it to?"
"Unfortunately for you," Kurosawa said coldly, "staff mbers don't have ti to babysit entitled little brats who think sleeping with their lecturer is s a long-term strategy."
Renji slumped back in his seat, arms crossed, jaw clenched. "This is fucking bullshit. A motherfucking bullshit! Mom, say sothing at least."
"This is the best plan for him, Kurosawa?"
"Yes ma'am. With Yuki's help I think he can get a P for a pass in the course. I tried reaching Yuki's mother but the call didn't go through. I will have to call Yuki himself. Give a minute..."
She paused halfway, her hands flying across the buttons of her white numbered telephone on the desk. After a while, it rang with a beep and she spoke. "Am I talking with the dormitory mistress of Male Dorm Block A? If so, I'd like to request for Yuki Mori to et in my office."
"Hello, this is Nakamura Harue. The actual dorm mistress of Male Dorm Block A fell ill this morning, so I'm standing in for her today." Another voice which Kurosawa wasn't conversant with picked up the phone call.
"Thank you for picking up, Miss Nakamura. I'd like to request for Yuki Mori to report to my office imdiately." There was a rustling sound on the other end, like papers being shuffled or a chair pushed back.
"Understood. Yuki Mori, Room 304, Bed 2, lower bunk. I'll fetch him right away. It might take five minutes or so. Please hold on."
"Noted. I'll be expecting him shortly."
The line clicked and Kurosawa calmly placed the receiver back on its base.
Renji groaned, kicking the leg of the table lightly as he mumbled under his breath, "So now I get to be tutored by a damn baker's pet..."
Katashi shot him a hard look. "You should be grateful you're not being expelled. Again."
Aiko shifted in her seat, still clutching her folder tightly. Katashi's gaze drifted back to her. "Miss Tanaka, I assu you're fine with taking on Renji over the weekends?"
Aiko nodded slowly, unsure if she had a choice. "Yes... of course."
Katashi smiled faintly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Good. This is my house address and phone landline. You can ring it and a driver will have you picked up."
"I thought Miss Kurosawa said—"
"If Miss Katashi deems it best for physical orientation ho lesson just go with it okay?" Kurosawa cut in, throwing Aiko off balance. She only responded with a nod of her head.
"Oh, that's fine by ."
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"Damn, 2hours and no sign of Renji. Did he get into so trouble or what?" Lazily slouching on the black stripped couch, Haruto adjusted his thin spectacles on his nose bridge, flipping through the pages of the BL manga he was reading.
"Maybe, he ran into the female cleaner and decided to have a one on one dirty toilet fuck with her."
Haruto and Yuki laughed in unison at Jun's manner of thinking, despite that, Renji was known for his odd sex positions and locations. The amusent died down after ten minutes passed and there was no sign of him.
"Just pay up guys, I know Renji is going to walk in here and say he is done with Ayumi." Yuki announced, relaxing himself on the pillow. He leaned over to his phone, opening the line ssage from Aiko's profile.
Damn...
This woman was sexy as hell
He clicked her profile only to be shocked that she had sent him a friend request and private chatted him with an image of her boobs and her nipples covered.
A knock ca on the door and everyone in anticipation all turned around.
"The fuck Yuki, it is ti!" Jun roared, jumping from the top bunk to the ground. He hissed as his landing earned him so cuts but that didn't stop him from rushing to the door. He opened it up to et a lady wearing a dorm uniform. "Um, guys, did you cause any trouble?"
"Pardon , I am here for Yuki Mori, VC Kurosawa requested for him."
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