Having trouble at the staffroom.

"Youma."
Hotaru showed me a map of the building on her phone. A red dot flashed inside the staffroom. As we walked closer, the red dot began to move with increasing speed down the hallway. Hotaru stopped us in front of the staffroom next to the broken shoji doors.
"Normally I don't involve people into these things," Hotaru began "but you need to make sure Ms Tanaka is safe, Dai".
Hotaru gave me a brief peck on the lips. "It's good to have someone looking out for me, for once Dai" she said before sprinting ahead of me, down the hallway.
She exploded into a brilliant burst of purple light which shook the whole building.

I crept up to the shoji doors of the staffroom. Rather than peering out of the big hole I cautiously examined the staffroom first through a small crack in the doors. It was a challenge to look through the harsh sunlight but I could see the outline of a woman stretched out on top of a table. Was it Ms Tanaka? The body had the distinctive shape of voluptuous breasts lying on the table. I angled myself to get a better look away from the rays.

It was Ms Tanaka, her clothes were torn to shreds, lying on the ground near the plastic table legs. The gray table made the large pool of white liquid pooling around her vagina incredibly obvious. The same liquid covered her generous breasts thighs like a the icing on a cinnamon scroll.

With my new angle I scanned a little more of the staffroom. In the corner I could see Miss Holland, the foreign assistant English teacher. Her blonde hair was chaffed by ropes which bound her entire body. The ropes **** her arms and legs behind her into a position that accentuated her petite breasts. Much like Ms Tanaka, white liquid covered her skin, particularly around her mouth and face. The liquid dripped down onto the floor where her face was pointed to.

I scanned the staffroom further. All the female teachers were in various stages of nudity and covered with white liquids. The male teachers which were also **** had no signs of nudity. I could hear a faint echo from another part of the building. "In the name of the stars, I will punish you".
The whole building shook again following another bright flash of purple. I could hear the voices of the other students in the next room stirring. I panicked.

It wouldn't be long before the curious students decide to investigate the staffroom as well. If I was seen peeping at a staffroom full of naked female teachers I'd be expelled or arrested for sure. I gulped, attempting to swallow my panic.
"Oh my, my, what a mess". Someone put their cold hand on my shoulder. My worst fears had come true.
"I'm probably going to rot in jail for the rest of my life" I thought to myself.

Startled I turned around to face the stranger. I saw a short old man with loose fitting overalls and a mop beam an absurdly radiant smile at me. He looked at the hole in the shoji door, considered it for a second before sliding it right open and taking a quick glance.
"I suppose you weren't the one who did all of this? You don't have the look of rascal on you" The old man continued to smile as he got to work mopping up the white liquid.

The old man's cheeks flushed as he pulled out a cloth from his cleaning cart. With a lewd boyish giggle he gently wiped the white liquid off Ms Tanaka's breasts, scooping up the liquid into a bucket he also procured from his cart.
"Boobs... heh... never gets old".
The cleaner continued removing the liquid from Ms Tanaka.
"I wish all my messes were this fun to clean, boy!"

The cleaner gave Ms Tanaka's boobs an obligatory squeeze before he began to help her off the table.
"Boy, can you help me with this dame?" The cleaner gestured at Ms Tanaka. I stared blankly into space as I tried to process everything. A ruckus began in the classroom next to us. Surely the both of us would be the scapegoats for what happened here...

The cleaner waved his hand in front of my face, breaking me out of my strange daydream.
"Waaaa?" I blinked. The world returned back to me.
"I don't blame you kid", the old cleaner said to me. "If a young man like you hasn't seen his first pair of..."
I blushed "Well I mean I have a girlfriend..."
"She's clearly not your girlfriend yet if she's not taking care of you down there". The cleaner burst into more inappropriate laughter.

Eventually he stopped and the got back to work. He gestured and together we hoisted the naked Ms Tanaka into a chair. My skin pricked up in excitement for a second as I felt Ms Tanaka's smooth naked skin against mine.
"I can take it from here, boy, go out and enjoy the rest of your day! But first... for your help..."
The cleaner rummanged inside his cart, producing a black book with yellowing pages. I didn't understand. The cleaner chuckled, looking into my eyes "this made me very popular with the ladies, you know? ".
Inside the book was the name "Hinata Mori" next to the words "my personal cumslut".

"All you gotta do is write the name of the girl you like in the book and how you want her to act and it will come true!" The cleaner boasted with a loud thump on his chest. "Now go get that girlfriend of yours! With this, she'll be putty in your hands!".
Not knowing how to refuse the man, I accepted the book, holding the spine in my hand as the cleaner picked up his mop and closed the shoji doors. "I've got it from here boy! Thanks for the help!"
I started to walk back to class, typing out a text to Hotaru that said everything was okay.

Footsteps thundered down the hallway.
"Dai!!" Hotaru screamed, kicking the shoji doors behind me cleanly in half.
I turned around to see Hotaru in her sailor suit, her knees bent and desperately panting for air. She looked around the staffroom impatiently.

"IT'S GONE?" Hotaru screamed. "DAI ARE YOU OKAY?"
"Hotaru I'm fine." I glanced down at the remains of the shoji doors, then into the staffroom.

Strangely enough the room was perfectly clean. All the teachers had their clothes back on and most of them were napping on the grey table that Ms Tanaka had been on earlier. There was no sign that the cleaner had ever been there.
Hotaru burst into tears of relief. "I'm so sorry Dai, I didn't realise that a youma had come into the staffroom and... and..."

The staff in the staffroom began to stir and wake up. I could see Mr Moto fumbling around for his glasses as his nose twitched. I could hear the footsteps of curious students approaching the door after the thunderous noises. We couldn't be seen with the broken shoji doors and several **** staff members. I grabbed Hotaru's hand as she cried in surprise and exasperation.
"Quick Hotaru, we need to get back to class!"

Standing outside the doors of our classroom with Hotaru I remembered that the old man had given me a strange black book. I examined it briefly. Surely it was one of those "magical items" that bored old men boast about having that make them irresistible to women. I didn't even know if I should keep such a strange book. The yellowed pages looked like they could have been stained by numerous substances, some of which were much less than hygienic.