The sharp sound of the bell announced the start of the lesson, marking Jin's return to the classroom.
Settled in his seat, he kept his eyes fixed on the blackboard while his mind actively navigated through the system's interface.
Miwa's tears and vulnerability were still fresh in his memory... and after analyzing several options to keep his women tied to him and completely satisfied, he found the definitive solution, a foolproof tactic taken straight out of fanfics.
He would buy his own pocket world.
A private and exclusive dimensional space for his harem.
With that, during any future trip to distant lands, his girls would use the portal to visit him and throw orgies.
It was absolutely perfect.
And it would be even more perfect if he could alter the flow of time within that dimension at will, it would multiply the hours of pleasure.
He could fuck each of them for entire days, filling them up and making sure to drain the sexual appetite of all of them at once.
However, even though the idea was good, to materialize it, the system demanded a monumental sum of points that he lacked at the moment.
He had already checked the prices of permanent skills to manipulate time, space, causality, and destiny in the store. The system demanded tens of millions of points for them.
Single-use items turned out to be much more accessible.
Luckily, living in a Hentai Reality, the bastards and villains of this universe possessed all kinds of bizarre and twisted powers.
So he planned to hunt down one of those idiots and steal his already crafted pocket dimension, thus saving his precious points.
'System, charge the fee and find me a target in this world possessing a private space and that I can crush with my level of strength.'
[Insufficient points]
'Insufficient... that means it does exist.' His eyes lit up.
After adjusting the tracking parameters and adding several restrictive conditions to cheapen the process, the system deducted fifty thousand points in one fell swoop and injected a massive string of data straight into his brain.
The mental image showed the face of his next prey alongside a highly detailed dossier. The target was a man of about forty-five years old dressed in an elegant black suit, a top hat, and a gleaming monocle.
[Name: Barde Barde]
[Rank: False Demigod]
[Description: A mage residing in Amidahara, possessing profound magical achievements, who turned to evil in his quest for immortality. After the fall of the Evil God ▇▇▇▇▇▇, he usurped his Divine Realm and devoured his secrets, increasing his power at a monstrous speed. He is currently planning to steal the Red Queen's Philosopher's Stone to ascend to Demigod and open a direct portal to the Demonic World in Amidahara.]
'That motherfucker has exactly what I need...' He instantly recognized the main villain of the Witch of Steel Annerose franchise.
Reviewing the events of that story in his head, he confirmed that this guy met all his requirements.
First of all, the grand prize was simply spectacular: the Divine Realm abandoned by that Evil God. Claiming an already crafted dimension of that magnitude far exceeded his best expectations.
As for the possible traps left by that God inside, when the time came he would simply use points to clean it up.
Secondly... Witch of Steel Annerose... that franchise was packed with incredibly voluptuous women, and he naturally wanted to meet them... that was all, he just wanted to say hi.
Besides the women, there was the immortal body of the protagonist, Rikuro Tachibana.
That skill was too juicy a loot to pass up. By stealing that power, Jin would gain the ability to become indestructible, and if he chose to squeeze it dry and sell it to the system, he would earn an obscene amount of points.
The only thing worth worrying about was that Barde, but with some specific measures, he would be cooked.
Fortunately, according to the system's information, the plot would kick off next month, so he still had plenty of time to prepare.
…
Time flew by and the ordeal of the morning classes finally ended.
As soon as the bell rang, the hallways were flooded with students desperate for lunch and a little freedom.
"Jin-kun, over here~!"
Akane was already waiting for him at the classroom door with an impatient smile.
And Jin, not caring what others might say, slid his left arm around Natsuha's narrow waist and his right over Akane's delicate shoulders, squeezing them against his body possessively.
They walked through the crowd, ignoring the envious glares and whispers from the other students who were already used to seeing the luckiest guy on campus.
They went straight up to the rooftop, seeking the privacy that only the heights could offer them to enjoy their bentos.
Once they finished devouring their food, Jin had no intentions of returning to class so soon. For a guy with his appetite, a little intense exercise was always necessary to help with digestion.
Just as he leaned toward the girls, with his hands starting to explore under their skirts, the vibration of his phone interrupted the moment.
"What the fuck...?"
Groaning in annoyance, he took it out and checked who was bothering him at this hour.
It was Rikka.
(Jin-kun, do you have a moment right now? I have a student who is under too much pressure from finals and urgently needs a little bit of your psychological counseling.)
'Looks like the first request finally arrived…'
"What happened?" Akane peeked her head over his shoulder, looking at the phone with curiosity.
"A little errand came up…" Quickly locking the screen, Jin put the phone in his pocket, evaluating his time, "I'll probably have to leave the high school in a bit."
Hearing that, Natsuha's and Akane's faces reflected clear disappointment.
And seeing that, Jin chuckled.
He raised his hands, tangled his fingers tightly in both girls' hair, and forced them to kneel, right in front of his crotch.
"But don't worry. Before I leave, I'm going to make sure to feed you until your stomachs are completely full."
An hour later, after subjecting them to a brutal session on the rooftop and emptying his entire thick and hot load deep down Natsuha and Akane's throats, he left the campus.
Satisfied, he hailed a cab and told the driver to take him straight to Seika Academy.
Sitting comfortably in the back of the car, he opened his phone to thoroughly examine the file Rikka had sent him.
"Tomoe Kisaragi... what a fucking coincidence."
...
Seika Academy, Psychological Counseling Room.
The afternoon sunlight poured in through the massive windows, bathing the newly decorated office in a warm golden hue.
Jin swept his gaze over the place: a solid wood desk, a wide and comfortable leather sofa that seemed ideal for soothing his patients, and a direct panoramic view of the sports field.
"Satisfied?"
Rikka spun around on her sharp stiletto heels with a provocative elegance. The tight light gray pencil skirt hugged her figure tightly, outlining the contrast between her narrow waist and her wide, luscious hips.
Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, gleamed with a sinful allure under the sunlight, begging to be spread apart.
She stopped right in front of Jin and crossed her arms under her chest, squeezing and pushing her massive breasts upward, to the point that the fabric of her blouse seemed seconds away from bursting.
"... Quite." Jin nodded with a smile, shamelessly devouring her cleavage with his gaze.
"By the way…" Then, his gaze shifted toward a small door at the back of the office. "What the fuck is back there?"
"Why don't you go in and find out for yourself?"
Smiling mysteriously, Rikka turned around and walked toward the back, shaking her fat ass with every step to guide him and open the door.
What appeared before his eyes was a massive bedroom, dominated in the center by a huge king-size bed covered in pristine white sheets.
On the sides were rows of clothing racks displaying an arsenal of lingerie and roleplay uniforms: schoolgirl, nurse, flight attendant, maid... And right next to the bed, there rested a table with a quite interesting collection of sex toys and bondage gear.
"This is the place where you and the students will carry out the real psychological counseling. I already took care of preparing all the necessary teaching tools for you."
Jin didn't waste time admiring the decor and went to check on what was important.
He dropped heavily onto the mattress, testing the bounce of the springs.
It was firm enough…
But remembering the main reason for his visit, he looked up at the woman. "What time does my first patient arrive?"
"At two."
Jin shifted his gaze to the wall clock and frowned.
The clock barely read 12 noon. She had made him come to the campus two fucking hours early.
"Fufu~..."
Noticing his gaze, Rikka smiled slightly. She took a step forward, kicked off her heels to the floor, and raised one leg. With a daring movement, she rested her foot wrapped in sheer stockings right over the massive bulge at Jin's crotch, kneading the throbbing hardness.
"We have two hours. And I plan to use them to personally check if your psychological skills haven't gotten rusty."
Just as he had thought... Ever since he awakened that "Demon King" bloodline, his sexual appetite had become insatiable. Just the rub of that foot was enough for his cock to get hard as a fucking rock.
Without wasting time, Jin grabbed Rikka by the waist and threw her down onto the mattress. His large hands grabbed onto her fat ass, sinking his fingers in.
"Stealing your own student's counseling time just to get me to fuck you, and making up cheap excuses on top of that..." Whispering to her, he buried his face between those luscious breasts, rubbing himself against the cleavage that threatened to burst. "You are a fucking corrupt and perverted principal."
"Nngh~... A-Aahh♥️...!"
Squirming under his weight and soaking her panties instantly, Rikka wrapped her legs around him, trapping him like an anaconda.
"P-Please... Professor Jin... pound a lesson into me and fill me with your milk... b-but please…teach me how to be a good principal…"
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