"It seems you were enjoying your time with Rei very much, Takashi."
The pink-haired girl with twin-tails stood there with her arms crossed, her tone dripping with jealousy as she cast a sharp, resentful glare at him.
Her tits were like Rei's, gravity-defying, but definitely smaller.
Still nice, but they didn't carry the same bounce.
And then there were those glasses.
Some girls could pull that look off and make it sexy.
Others? It dragged their beauty down a few notches.
Saya fell into the latter category.
The glasses gave her this uptight, naggy vibe, like a teacher that never got laid.
She was still a looker, no doubt about that, but Tony, now in Takashi's body couldn't help thinking about how much hotter her mom was.
And he had seen those memories.
He remembered her, Saya's mom.
Holy shit.
That woman was a ten.
Her curves, her lips, those eyes that screamed experience…
Her ass alone could spark wars.
She was refined, sensual, and had the kind of mature heat that made a man want to risk it all. Compared to her daughter? It wasn't even close.
The mother crushed her in every single category: her attitude, her walk, her curves. Tony had to give credit where it was due. The original Takashi had good taste, at least in fantasies.
She was his type.
His drink.
His flavor.
Too bad she had a husband. But that never stopped Tony before.
Maybe she was like Elvira, his ex back in his old life. Elegant, untouchable, bored out of her mind from a vanilla marriage.
Elvira had a husband too. Hell, Tony stole her right from under her man's nose and that man was his fucking boss.
Yeah, it was fucked up.
But it was also the start of everything.
So why not roll the dice here too?
Tony Montana was always all in.
"Hey, Takashi. Are you still there?" Saya snapped, snapping him back from his hungry thoughts. "You know, it's rude to ignore someone while they're talking to you."
Her glare intensified, fierce and wild like a lioness who hadn't been properly fucked in years.
Tony blinked, then smirked. "It's not like I meant to, princesa. But damn, you complain so much… What am I, your customer service?"
He didn't bother sugarcoating it. He just straight-up told her she was boring the hell out of him.
Her eyes darkened instantly. For the first time in her life, someone had the balls to tell her she whined too much. Didn't this asshole know how many guys would sell their souls just to listen to her yap?
She glared at him, furious. "You're an asshole, Takashi."
Tony just chuckled, leaning back like a king. "Everyone says that, sweetheart. But I'm their lovable bastard."
Her expression wasn't angry anymore. It had softened, replaced with guilt, maybe even something close to regret.
"You've changed a lot, Takashi…" she murmured, her voice quieter than before. "I'm sorry for not being there when you were in a tough spot."
She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her brows furrowed with shame.
The truth was, it wouldn't have taken much for her to help Rei patch things up with Takashi, to stop all the petty drama and crush that smug bastard Shido's schemes before they even started.
She had the brains, the power, and the resources. But deep down… she hadn't wanted to.
As selfish as it sounded, she felt a twisted sense of relief when Rei stopped clinging to him. That emotional gap left Takashi vulnerable, open and it just needed the right push for someone else to walk into his heart.
Someone like her.
But as always, her sharp tongue, her pride, and her cowardice when it came to facing her own feelings fucked it all up.
She never confessed. Never reached out. And now… seeing how broken, cold, and ruthless he had become, she hated herself for not stepping in earlier.
If she had just said something, anything, maybe he wouldn't have turned into this.
But there are no what ifs in this world.
Tony raised an eyebrow, already catching on to the unspoken words behind her apology.
"Well, chica, I know I'm fuckin' awesome. You don't gotta feel bad for me. That ain't cool."
He patted her head like she was a little girl, fingers ruffling her hair condescendingly.
She pouted at him, almost laughing despite herself. She didn't even know what she was laughing at, maybe it was how casually stupid his words were, or maybe it was just easier than crying.
"Hmph. I'm not sad for you." She lifted her chin with a huff, slipping back into her usual tsundere mask. "But still… if you ever need help, just tell me, Takashi. I'll do whatever it takes."
Then her expression turned deadly serious.
She raised her hand and mimed wiping a blade across her throat. "Even if it's about Hisashi… just say the word. I'll make that bastard disappear."
Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Do I look like some princess waiting to be rescued, princesa?"
She scoffed.
"Don't worry," he added. "I'll take care of that prick myself. But I do need your help with something else."
He leaned in slightly. "I need to stash a gun in the school's empty warehouse. Make sure nobody but me has access to it. Can you make that happen?"
Saya blinked, taken aback.
Her eyes widened. "What the hell are you planning, Takashi? Do you even know how dangerous it is to mess with the law like this?"
Tony didn't even flinch. He gave her a calm, lazy glance.
Of course, the gun excuse was just the surface. The real plan was deeper, dirtier. What he really needed was a quiet place. Hidden, secure, and easy to control.
The school's empty warehouse was perfect for what he had in mind: A transaction spot.
Somewhere where nobody would bat an eye if someone went in or out.
Of course he wasn't planning on storing cocaine or weapons there. He was smarter than that. No stash, no evidence, just a clean, quiet place for business. If he ever started dealing? He'd keep the goods off-site and use the warehouse only as a meeting point. A neutral zone.
And once the business started booming? He'd get some of the school's trash, delinquents, losers to peddle for him.
Let them risk their asses while he counted the profits with a fat cigar in his mouth.
He needed that warehouse to become his checkpoint. A base where he could rake in cash from junkie brats too spoiled and brain-dead to realize they were getting played.
If a sack of shit like Shido could abuse his authority, fuck his own students, and walk around like he ran the place, then why couldn't he?
This school was a fucking joke.
Corrupt to the bone. Most of the students were spoiled second-gen rich kids with zero discipline, and the teachers? Lazy-ass slackers who didn't give a damn.
They weren't elite educators. The actual elites? They'd already been snatched up by Suuchin Academy.
This place only looked good on the outside, clean buildings, polished floors, smiling staff, but deep inside, it was nothing but rot and hypocrisy. That's why he felt zero guilt pushing drugs here. He was just profiting off a rotten system that had already fucked itself.
Even better? He had the perfect scapegoat in mind. Shido.
That bastard's history of power abuse and sleeping with his female students painted a good target.
So if anyone ever questioned who was running cocaine through the school, the blame would land squarely on that creepy, smug motherfucker.
For proof, isn't the key to the empty warehouse enough?
Who else owns that shit besides the teachers, the headmaster, or whoever runs this place?
Anyone who questions it would naturally suspect the shadiest teacher in the school.
And who's the shadiest one?
Shido.
He chuckled darkly.
With guns and coke in his hands, it wouldn't be long before he started building his own little empire.
"…Alright. I'll do it," Saya finally said. "I'll also talk to my dad. Maybe I can get you some of his private gun collection, satisfied now?"
She thought Takashi was just hooked on the thrill, addicted to the feeling of holding power, the sound of a gunshot after shooting Hisashi in the knees.
She figured giving him more guns might calm whatever storm was brewing inside him.
Maybe it would even make him smile again.
"You're the best, Princesa." Tony grinned, stroking her soft pink hair with a gentleness that didn't match his usual tone.
Her cheeks flushed red instantly, and she scowled, swatting his hand. "B-Baka! I didn't do it for you or anything! I just…"
"Hush." Tony gently placed two fingers over her lips, smiling in a way that made her heart stutter. "I get it. But still… thanks. If you ever need anything, just call me. I've got your back, Princesa. I'm all in."
And with that, Tony turned and walked away without looking back, leaving Saya Takagi behind, blushing, breathless, and emotionally wrecked in the hallway.
"…Baka," she muttered again, but this time her voice was almost a whisper, soft and warm.
And somewhere deep inside her chest… her heart pounded like a loaded gun.