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Lesson 1: Love Those Who Deserve It
*Section I*
Tenaru Gakuen.
“Oh… so this is the place.” A devilishly fit, stylishly dressed young woman mumbled as she looked at the mottled signboard.
“Good! It’s up to me from now on!” The woman exclaimed with sudden vigor, striding toward the school gates with her head held high.
*Section II*
The hallway was in an uproar.
“What an unruly school… Hey! Keep to the right in the corridor. Didn’t they teach you that in school?”
The fashionable woman shouted a reprimand to the students weaving by. The only problem was that no students paid her any attention at all, not even stopping to look at her, not one, not at all, ZERO.
(What? I’m so beautiful, and yet she doesn’t even look at me, what a mess…) Being ignored by an adolescent child was even more humiliating than a student peeking at her panties.
In the midst of his anger, a student suddenly rushed out from the corner of the corridor in front of him, knocking down the old man who was sweeping the floor. The student looked back at the old man, as if complaining that he shouldn’t be there sweeping the floor blocking his way, rubbed his shoulder, and continued to run forward.
“Hey! You want to run away like that after running over someone?” As the student brushed past the woman, the woman suddenly pulled the student to a halt.
“At least pick the person up and apologize to Uncle again, no?”
“What kind of a fellow are you? How dare you come here and talk big even if you don’t know anyone?…” the student was about to speak harshly, but he didn’t know what he had said wrong, and the woman suddenly interrupted him in a violent rage like a volcano erupting.
“Guy? What did you call me?” The woman flung her hand, slamming the student hard against the wall.
“How dare you call a beauty… a guy… if you don’t treat her with courtesy?” Even the students were dumbfounded by the sight of what appeared to be a fierce woman.
“Forget it, forget it, I wasn’t hurt anyway, let’s just let this matter go.” The old man who had been knocked down didn’t know at what point he climbed up and walked over to round up the situation.
The woman didn’t even hear what the old man was saying, “You little brat, I must teach you a lesson today.”
Without a word of greeting, the woman took the student by the collar and dragged him away with her.
“What a stormy person like the rumors.” The old man muttered as he looked at the woman’s distant figure.
I couldn’t resist writing it again without having a chance to read everyone’s reactions, so I guess you’ll just have to live with it.
*Section III*
The faculty meeting in the faculty room is in full swing.
“In short, our school’s advancement rate must exceed 10% this year!” The Dean of Academic Affairs made a policy declaration to everyone in an exaggerated tone.
“In order to achieve this goal, our school has also recruited a famous teacher, Mr. Naokai Todo, to teach at our school. Mr. Todo has won three All-Japan Best Teacher Awards in the past five years, and I believe that with him on board…”
“Swish…” The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted the Dean of Academic Affairs’ tall tale.
“Who is so rude as to trespass in the faculty room without knocking?” The Dean of Faculty angrily scolded.
“I’m sorry,” said the student who had just knocked over the old man, scowling as he walked into the faculty room.
“Masuda-san, what are you doing here?” The usually arrogant demeanor of Masuda Yuichi, who had left the school helpless, had actually gone against the norm today, and even the head disciplinarian was surprised.
Masuda lowered his head and gestured behind him.
“Is this the faculty room?” The hot, sassy woman, just then, walked into the faculty room.
For a moment the entire faculty room was silent, every male teacher staring wide-eyed at the beautiful woman in front of him.
Halfway through his sentence, the training director forgot to even close his mouth, while the gym teacher, Kokubo, was the most embarrassed, his sweatpants completely unable to hide the high bulge in his crotch.
(After all, it’s still mature men who know what they’re doing.)
The woman seemed satisfied with the crowd’s disorientation, pleasurably enjoying the men’s greedy eyes roaming over her body.
Finally a jealous female teacher broke the ice. “Excuse me…”
The woman took a breath, took out the folder from her purse, and said loudly “Newly appointed teacher, Naokai Todo, will now report for duty, and ask for your guidance!” After saying this, she handed out the folder and bowed deeply to everyone.
This move has caused a commotion among male teachers, originally already low-cut clothes, so this is the portal is wide open, the angle of the poor can also see the cleavage, and the brunt of the director of the teaching staff, but also condescending to the two plump meatballs to see a glimpse of the whole.
“Where are you looking, Dean of Faculty?” Naokai bent over and looked up at the faculty advisor.
The dean of the faculty, who was enjoying springtime with his head down, all of a sudden came into contact with Naokai’s mocking eyes, and could not help but be at a loss for words, taking the document folder in Naokai’s hand with his hands in a frenzy.
“Ahem… uh… nothing…”
“So it’s Mr. Todo… this… this… doesn’t seem to match our information… I thought the new teacher was a man, but I think our secretary was mistaken… I’m really… I’m really sorry.”
“It’s nothing, people often get it wrong… Naokai, it’s a very masculine name… hahahahaha…” Having been formally greeted, Naokai immediately reverted to his true nature and laughed heartily. “Huh? Why is everyone looking so surprised?”
“Three-time National Outstanding Teacher, and this is what he looks like…” Some teachers couldn’t help but whisper already.
“It’s probably seduction…” another teacher chimed in.
“That’s nice… I want to be a judge too…” Ms. Kokubo was already caught up in her fantasies.
“Huh? Wait a minute! You’re not Fujitora Naokai!!!” The faculty advisor flipped through his document folder and suddenly lost his voice.
“I’m Naokai Todo! I’m the real deal!”
“No! You’re not!”
“I’ve already said I’m Fujitora Naokai, what do you want.”
Everyone in the faculty room listened in confusion; it was unheard of for a fashionable new faculty member to report for duty only to be accused by the Dean of Faculty of being an impostor.
“Good! If you’re really Fujitora Naokai, then tell me what you’ve done in the past five years.”
“So it’s this again, isn’t it all clearly written in the resume?” Naokai had a look of realization.
“Good! I’ll say it again, in these five years… I was expelled from a total of 26 schools!”
“Huh…” all the teachers made questioning noises almost together.
The faculty room was abuzz with talk of the disparity between the nation’s best teachers who all of a sudden became problematic teachers who were fired from 26 schools.
“Excuse me, may I go now?” Someone in the midst of the noise suddenly said this loudly.
“Huh? You’re still here, Masuda, there’s nothing more for you to do here, go back to your classroom!” The training director waved his hand and told Masuda to leave.
“Wait a minute! You haven’t apologized to Uncle.” Naokai called out to Masuda.
It turns out that Uncle Sweeper also followed Naokai to the faculty room, and when he heard Naokai call him, he slowly walked in.
“I’m sorry! Principal!”
Yuichi Masuda bowed low to the sweeping uncle, glanced back at Naokai with eyes that were angry and pleading, and only when Naokai nodded did Yuichi slink out of the faculty room as if he’d been granted an amnesty.
“Headmaster ？？？？” Fujitora Naokai, who had performed very strongly from start to finish, couldn’t help but show a look of surprise at this time.
“First time I meet you, I am the principal of Tenaru Academy, my name is Hirooka.” The principal slowly bowed slightly to Naokai.
The Dean of Academic Affairs and the Director of Discipline, on the other hand, angrily rushed to the principal, “Mr. Principal, what’s going on with this Todo-sensei, please explain it properly!”
“This… this… I’m not really sure… I guess it’s just the same name! Ha… ha…”
Principal Hironoka smiled sardonically.
*♪ Male teachers with diarrhea in the fourth quarter ♪
“It turns out that that Todo-sensei really had to stay.” In the men’s restroom, a few male teachers were passing the time before making class, gossiping without nutrition.
“I heard that the Dean of Academic Affairs and Training was going to kick Ms. Todo out, but she held onto the letter of appointment from the school and refused to leave. Ms. Todo also said that if the school forced her to leave, she would publicize the school’s scandal to the outside world. The head teacher let her stay just like that for fear of her tarnishing the school’s image, plus the principal didn’t have any initiative.”
“Sometimes I think this school is really good, hiring the wrong teacher.”
“But then again, Fujitora-sensei’s body is nothing to write home about, and I can see that Kokubo-sensei’s pants are about to burst.”
“Fair enough, but you guys don’t have much time to eat ice cream if you want to.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The Dean of Academic Affairs has already warned Ms. Todo that he’ll make her resign if he catches her with the slightest fault, and what’s even more ruthless is that he’s assigned Ms. Todo to be the homeroom teacher of the 2nd year H class!”
“2H?!”
“Yeah, so you guys know what the Dean of Faculty is up to.”
“Ugh, it’s such a shame, I wanted to pinch her ass so badly before she was fired, it wouldn’t have mattered if it was just once.” The one who said that was, of course, Kokubo.
“Is it just touching your ass? I think you want to fuck her!”
“Of course I want to fuck… oh… Fujitora-sensei… oh… wait a minute! Wasn’t that a woman’s voice just now?”
“Touch!” The door to a cubicle was kicked open. “Of course, with such a sensual voice, who else but me, Fujitora Naokai?” A long, slender leg slowly stretched out from behind the door.
“Mr. Todo… how could you run into the men’s restroom!” Kokubo screamed in fear.
“What does it matter, there’s a line for the women’s restroom, and I don’t see anyone on your side.”
“But seriously, Kokubo, do you really want to fuck me?” Naokai pulled Kokubo’s head closer to her full breasts, “How about, if you dare to say “I want to fuck you” to my face then I’ll really let you.”
“How about it, dare you say it?” Naokai leaned in close to Kokubo’s ear and said in an extremely lazy and teasing voice.
“I… I…” could already feel Naomi’s hot breath blowing into her ears as she spoke, and her nose was close enough to her breasts that she could smell the frankincense of Naomi’s body.
“I… I…” Kokubo struggled to get those four words out.
“Don’t be afraid, say it!”
“I… I… I have to go back and change my pants!” Kokubo broke away from Naokai with great force and fled from the restroom in disarray.
“This guy isn’t supposed to be leaking, is he?” Naomi swept a flirtatious smile over to the male teachers frozen in the restroom one by one, “What about you guys?”
“That’s it then, I’m going to go back to preparing my materials for class, see you later.”
Naokai had only left the restroom in front of him when these male teachers scrambled into the cubicles in the restroom. It didn’t take long to hear the sound of a toilet flushing, and even a growl that men don’t know when to make.
(These male teachers don’t all have diarrhea!)
Shomei Yashiro, who passed by the men’s restroom a little later, raised such doubts.
*Three NAOMIs for section V*
“Todo-sensei, I didn’t get a chance to greet you just now, I’m Kokugo-sensei Yayoi, how do you do.” A female teacher, who could tell at a glance that she was fresh out of Asuka, cheerfully introduced herself to Naokai.
“I’m also called NAOMI (Shomi), and the other guidance counselor sitting over there is also NAOMI, so that makes three NAOMIs in our school, what a coincidence, hehehe. Kofi-sensei, come and say hello to Todo-sensei too.” This kind of female teacher who had just graduated from school always had inexhaustible enthusiasm.
Unable to resist Shomei’s repeated urgings, Kofi, who had been sitting far away, slowly got up and walked toward the two.
“Hello, I’m the counseling teacher, Kofi Naomi.” After saying that without even waiting for Naokai to reply, Naomi had already turned around and left.
“Hey, rookie NAOMI, is that woman with the vegetable face always like this?”
“Why do you call me a rookie, it’s really hard to hear.” Sang-mi pouted, “I don’t know, Mr. Kofi doesn’t seem to be very talkative.”
Naokai cocked his head in thought, then spun hard on the swivel chair. “Whatever, I’m not interested in women anyway.” Then he took the powder out of his purse and finely applied his makeup.
“Stop putting on makeup, Fujitora-sensei! Hurry up and take a look at these student profiles.” Shomei heaved a large stack of materials onto Naokai’s desk with a clank.
“Don’t you realize what the Dean of Faculty is trying to do? 2H students are hard to deal with, and if you don’t prepare properly, you’re bound to get caught by the Dean of Faculty right away.”
Naokai glanced at the table and with a swish swept all the information into the trash can. “These things are all about other people’s opinions, I don’t need them! I’m going to class, see you later.”
“Todo-sensei! Todo-sensei!” Shomei yelled anxiously, but Naokai walked away without looking back.
“She’s a person who doesn’t know what’s going on in her head, so I don’t think you should mind your own business too much, Yayoi-sensei.” Naomi approached at an unknown time and said coldly to Shoumi.
“How could this be, people say it with the best of intentions.” Leaving Sang-mi alone, her small mouth was high in the air again.
(Note: Naokai, Sangmi, Naomi, pronounced NAOMI in Japanese)