Better Working 'Conditions' and the creation of a loyal Villainess

You didn’t leap into anything right after the fun with Violet, instead you decided to take advantage of your privileges freeing you from all work to relax.

Tsunade’s jutsus had given you the jolt to keep performing from cumming several times without any drop in your loads. After the romp with Violet you were physically exhausted from the soaring excitement and thrill of it all sent you crashing once the afterglow wore off even if your mind was running wild as you entered the library's back room.

There in privacy you got comfortable as you opened up the notebook in your lap.

What you desired with the school was largely set, this school would become dedicated to one objective: To find, raise and educate each girl passing through its doors into the finest women to fill your harem.

However, you’d incrementally move towards that goal. Bit by bit to savor and enjoy each change, of course they’d also be tests letting you adjust things more to what you wanted with fine gain tweaks.

Who knew, maybe with the right changes you wouldn’t need to explicitly write that change instead as a natural outgrowth people would change the schools purpose to that without flexing your power.

Naomi’s face flash in your mind, you knew where you wanted to start, a change to the faculty and one for the Principle.

‘Elizabeth Girls Academy faculty and staff is entirely made of women, myself being the sole exception; the principle is except only from this change. All women currently on staff begin at gorgeous and it is only up from there no matter their position. The academy also has always had a draw which attracts capable sexy women for its job positions and as students.

Among the Academy’s female staff, it’s a secret verbal agreement the staff that my sexual needs are to be taken care of by them, an agreement any newcomer finds perfectly agreeable. In fact they derive sexual gratification from just thinking about it or performing any service for me and the actual sex is the best they’ll ever have.

I’m free to sexually use them anywhere or time as long as its out of the public view for those not in the know for my protection and will act to shield me from the consequences if caught. Naomi in particular is very enthusiastic about this duty and servile.’

A little convoluted in writing, but basically all your coworkers are hot women, there always be hot women entering every job except yours and all your new coworkers were your harem willing to spread their legs then cover for you if caught.

The Principle was a stocky man in his late fifties, it was amusing to see a man with a trophy wife heading up an all girls school that his youngest of two daughters was still attending. How he got the job was that he apparently had friends on the board of education, several movers and shakers that funded the school which got him a secure cozy position.

You wanted to go further than just making him a woman. It might be petty to have bad blood with him, however you held it against him over your year of hell hiding in the backroom until those girls were off the campus.

During that entire time you knew he’d never have your back and would have happily thrown you under the buss with sexual harassment permanently burned into your records. So you didn’t just want to deal with a gender swapped version of him, but a lapdog who’d jump to your every whim.

The one who had-

From the edge of your hearing you heard the door open, then click closed both some rustling of clothes. “Um, mister Haverty? Do you need any… help resting?” Naomi’s nervous voice pieced the rooms quiet, those peaked with hopefulness at the last two words.

Lifting your sight from your comfortable spot on the floor, your eyes trailed up from the skirt pooled around her feet, up her flawless slender legs lingering a moment on the side tie underwear of hers up the flat stomach to the swell of her double-D rack fully taking in the new and improved Naomi.

She was leaning on the closed door, she was leaning on the closed door, her sweater was pulled up over her breasts both of her hands holding it there with her skirt pooled around her feet.

Tired as you are your pants tighten a bit at Naomi appearance, she was the one who’d had your back and watch out for you. Changed she might be, you’d treat her right. Though you wondered if that was her original breast size, you’d at best known she was endowed from the little hint that could be made out from her frumpy sweaters.

Opening your legs to make room for someone between them you leaned back as you unzip your pants and took out your still soft cock, Naomi is watching enthralled by its reveal. Rubbing her thighs together you can spot a thin damp line on her underwear and even see her nipples stiff in arousal.

Having that sort of effect on a woman was intoxicating, but spent or not you’d give Naomi a reward for helping you out like she always did. “Your sweater puppies could help keep part of me nice and warm don’t you think.”

“Of course sir!” Naomi brightened up as she slunk to her hands and knees crawling towards you, motion made her heavy knockers sway tempestuously as she took her place, lowering your chest the weight of her tits settled on your groin swaddling your cock in her wealth of firm flesh leaving your tip exposed from her tits.

Her eyes widened and cheek tinted pick a bit as she must have felt the remaining wetness of your time with Violet not long ago. Naomi didn’t question it, probably thinking you'd had sex with one of the other staff members as she mashed her tits together snugly pressing your cock between her pliant tits.

Groaning you pumped your hips sliding your cock in the valley of her soft tits to electrifying pleasure. “Fuck~ your tits are amazing. Give the tip some attention too.” You praised and wondered how Tsunade’s massive cleavage would compare.

She flushed rose red at your praise as she leaned forward licking your cockhead, the tentative uncertain licks sent hot trails of pleasure up your spine as she slid herself along your cock.

Settling in to the heady sensations from your crotch you went to work with the Principle inspired by your growing arousal that you let take the lead on your writing. You weren’t going to waste anything about them.

‘The Principle of the ‘Elizabeth Girls Academy’ is a woman with the youthful appearance, body and name of Aki Nijou from Maken-ki. She’s a massively wealthy woman, unparalleled polymath, with enough charisma to spare to wrap people around her fingers and inventor.

She has been a close family friend since you were a child, and she became utterly infatuated with me to where she worships me as a god and believes women, all women are mine to rightful freely use like playthings and should be my obedient servants, she gives herself no exception to that belief and other men exist only to produce daughters from unworthy women for you and to sustain and further the society to support your life of excess.

Aki is discrete and secret in her infatuation and ambition to the world appearing the perfect principle and woman, even as she plots to proselytize her ideas and make it the new world order under her guiding hand. Privately she is open about her infatuation to me, and both that and her ambition those she’s brought into her trusted private circle.

In her devotion she pretends to be a lesbian with her wife and going so far as to invent a way to produce her daughters with her ‘wife’, both of which she’s raised to be my loyal attendants.'

You’d have been writing that one one handed, but- you gasp as heat surges in your loins from Naomi’s efforts and the sound of her moaning urging you on were handling that for you.

Reading what you’d written you almost laugh as looking at it, it reads like from the concept of a submissive big breasted Principle you’d instead just made a budding villainess aiming to establish a world order in your name.

Rocking your hips in the flesh surroundings of Naomi’s bosom you grunting as you thought on it.

You kinda liked it, the way you wrote it down made you the power behind the throne, a throne she’d sit you down on, and give you a blowjob in front of her empire.

Yeah, you’d keep that change excited to see what would come of it. Making reality a little more fantastic and bringing fiction into reality had been amazing so far.

Just after that thought your phone buzzed, curious who’d text you now, you put the notebook away and looked at your phone and were promptly confused. As it wasn’t your texting app or any other apps people could contact you with, but an app with an icon that looks like a collared woman you didn’t recognize with the red notification in the corner.

Figuring ‘what the hell’ you opened it, and with your finger print it open giving you a saucy eyeful and racy message that let you make several connections at once through your lusty haze.

Aki: Master, your slutty servant pledges her renewed devotion to your cock at the dawn of a new day, and eagerly would relieve your desires in her office.

This app must have been created by Aki, a secure method of communication between herself, you and her supporters. Scrolling up that photo wasn’t anything new as you found a gallery of photos since your eighteenth birthday of her and even her daughters in sexy poses and lurid messages declaring loyalty, submission and begging for to be sexually used.

You weren't kidding, as in every message preceding your eighteenth birthday was completely normal, but come the stroke of midnight Aki was baring her body and her daughters for your sexual enjoyment.

The images and Naomi’s boobjob were too much, grabbing the head librarian's head you hump her tits as you exploded all over her delicate japanese face with ropes of white cum. Your cum spraying her face made the still mousy woman whimper and bucked her hips in the air, the meaning took you a moment to realize that she’d just orgasmed from giving you a tit job.

“T-thank you, did I do well Mister Haverty.” Naomi shyly said panting in her afterglow as your soft cock rested in the warm confines of her cleavage.

Falling back you exhaled now truly exhausted, then hissed as Naomi started lapping up your cum cleaning you up.

“You did great Naomi.” You said grinning at her cute sound of victory as you ran a hand through her silky hair.

As nice as Aki’s slutty invitation was, you were pretty tired. You could ignore it, take a nap and finish out the day then go home and see what Ashley had in store for you or visit your **** villainess for more fun.

You might see Tsunade during lunch for a pick-me up if you were going to visit Aki.