Peace Disturbed (Part 1)

Well, this is a worrisome development.

I was following behind someone I’d never met before as we walked towards the Principal’s office. Even after all these months I’m still the town miscreant, so there’s a chance someone started a shitty rumour about me again. Crazy that it would reach all the way to principal… wait, our last principal died from mental shutdown, who am I about to meet?

It was a bit hard to just flat out ask the incredibly attractive woman walking in front of me. The way her heels were clacking against the floor felt so domineering and purposeful, like she wasn’t demanding attention but still brought all of it to her anyway.

Heads were turning from all the students we were passing, but she didn’t even acknowledge them. I could feel her stern eyes even from behind her, though admittedly I was more thinking about those uncovered breasts of hers jiggling about as she strode towards our goal.

Was this redhead a new teacher? The secretary? Was she the new Principal?

No matter what, I should keep myself focused today. No accidentally changing school rules when I’m in there, and as hot as this woman is I’ll try and avoid having immediate sex with her. I’ve not done anything expulsion worthy recently, so if I keep my head down and my questions minimal this shouldn’t be a long section of my day.

And then I bumped into her frozen back.

“Huh?” I asked, not expecting her to have broken that pace so suddenly.

I blinked a few times, realising that everything was grey and colourless now. Like it was all frozen in time. Weird. I don’t think I’d activated that ability, did I?

Ring Ring!

Ah, shit. Someone’s calling me, and I don’t even need to see caller ID to know who it is.

“Hi Benzaiten…” I groaned after answering my phone. This can’t be good.

With a chipper voice he practically sang down the line, “Heya Ren-Ren! You doing good? That’s great to hear, bud. I see you’re with someone, so I won’t keep you from your natural time progression for long, but I heard you thinking you’re gonna keep your mouth shut in your meeting and that’s no fun at all! So I thought, hey, remember that party you went to where we flipped the rules around?”

Oh no. “Oh, uh, yeah…?”

“Let’s do it again for your meeting! Everything in her office will now only change reality when SHE asks the questions! Have-!”

“What the fuck?! I’ve been playing this stupid game the way you wanted me to! I literally made losing your virginity a government mandate! How is that not enough?!”

“Yeah, and I appreciate that Renners, I really do.” he said before sighing down the line, “This isn’t about what you did, I just see it being more fun this way. Besides, there was this reporter that pissed me off last night and I just wanna take out my frustrations somewhere.”

“But-!”

“Have fun with your principal!” he said, ending the call as colour returned to the world.

“Wait!” I yelled, loud enough for Mitsuru to turn around. An awkward beat happened where she stared at me, so I quickly had to hide my phone in my pocket before lunging down and fiddling with my shoe lace. “J-just didn’t want to trip! Haha…”

She tilted her head, then opened the door to her office with a single motion.

“Come on in, Amamiya,” she said, using her silky vocal chords to sound both stern and friendly at the same time.

Yet I can’t possibly enter that room.

If I do, I risk ruining the world yet again. The party was nice in some ways, but an absolute disaster on reality in others. I learned what every Pokémon is! Temporarily became an anime character! I made Bigfoot REAL! The laws of time and space could be rearranged from her asking questions, I can’t-!

She’d stepped just inside before tilting her head at me again, “Hm? Are you going to enter?”

“...yes.” I sighed, feeling reality compel me to obey. This was gonna suck.

As soon as I walked inside she asked, “I am still new to this school and have yet to memorise the timetable. Do we have enough time for this meeting before your next lesson?”

“Yeah, we do.” Great. Time is already fucked, I wonder how space is gonna go?

The office itself was fairly plain, making the beauty stand out even more. It wasn’t the largest space, with only a wooden desk to separate the two chairs of the room. Awards for the school behind her, some paper next to a tray on the desk in front of her, and all as she sat with incredible grace I’d swear she was from a Miyazaki film. The virescent blinds framed her deep scarlet hair. She seemed to pay me little mind as she moved her white jacket to her chair, especially my greedy eyes staring at her incredible heaving assets as I walked inside. She looked like she’d been plucked from the swankiest European royalty party and swapped into a suburban Japanese school. I’d read that isekai.

“Take a seat,” she said, throwing my mind back into the room. It wasn’t a question but I’m in here now, and I gotta keep this meeting as short as possible. She seemed a lot more cavalier about the time, not saying anything as I sat in the simple indigo armchair in front of her desk, keeping her gentle smile on me. “Apologies about the mess on my desk. I have yet to fully make this space my own.”

Her desk was literally immaculate besides some papers that didn’t look stapled together, and a tray of what looked like a big bang burger on a regal ceramic plate.

“If we have the time then I may quickly indulge in a bite of my lunch. An old friend taught me the joys of consuming fast food. The etiquette still eludes me, but the taste per unit and bonds one can make over them cannot be understated. As such I make it a mission to sample as many as possible when I visit a city,” she explained, gently cutting her burger with a knife and fork before eating it. “Mm. The meat seems a little more juicier than Duck Burger… but this new mystery man semen flavour is truly divine. I can see why they were nearly sold out.” she said, placing her plush lips on the straw and sucking artificial jizz up into her mouth. “My apologies, I assume you’ve already eaten your lunch? I have yet to have the time today, but feel free to eat any of the French Fries on my plate.”

“Yeah, eaten.” I nodded. It was the truth but it always felt weird being compelled to answer yes. I’m assuming she’s trying to seem more approachable by showing she eats fast food?

She nodded right back at me, “Then we shall begin. We haven’t met before, Amamiya. I am the new Principal of Shujin Academy, Mitsuru Kirijo.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a nervous smile. Funny, almost feels like I’ve heard that name before. “Is that all?” I asked, hopeful that maybe I could have kept some level of control.

“Far from it, but don’t worry I won’t keep you from your class for long,” she said with a smile, “I’m not one to throw my name around, but to clarify any confusion, you may recognise my name as being the head of Kirijo Corp.”

Oh, that was probably it, “Sure.” Weird that we're getting a CEO principal.

“I don’t usually partake in the education sector, but recently this school has piqued my interest,” she admitted, spinning in her chair to look out the window at the school grounds below, “Since your previous Principal’s tragic accident, you have been lacking a head of the school. Between the firing of Suguru Kamoshida and the recent murder of Kunikazu Okumura, Shujin Academy has become quite the centre point for intriguing controversy. As such, I made it my mission to help the troubled student body. I did used to be head of the student council, and these days my CEO roles are mostly admin based. Thus while the education committee looks for a more permanent principal I shall be acting in their stead, while also perhaps investigating the reason behind the controversies: The… hm, apologies, I shouldn’t waste time with such details. I suppose all you need to know right now is that I’m your Principal.”

She cut herself off there but I’m not an idiot (even if my eyes can’t stop looking at her tits), she’s definitely after The Phantom Thieves. Maybe she’s worried she’s next on our ‘hit list’ after Haru’s dad’s death? This meeting just became ten times scarier for me. I really hope this whole thing isn’t because she already knows I’m the leader…

“I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m calling you in specifically for. Do not fret, you are not in trouble, Amamiya. I’m simply trying to catch up on the specifics of the school, and wanted to know more about your testicular medical condition to perhaps take steps to further help you. This is a sensitive topic, but I hope you don’t mind divulging me in some questions?”

Having my emotions changed by reality bending feels so weird. Like, I don’t really mind now, but I also remember that in reality I REALLY SHOULD MIND. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ask away.”

She smiled, moving a piece of paper from her pile and placing it in front of her. With a click of her pen, I realised that the sheet had pre-prepared questions all about my illness. Uh-oh. “Thank you. Firstly, I’d like to establish we are talking about your need to orgasm many times a day and no other pre-existing medical conditions. You are otherwise healthy, correct?”

“Mmhm, all good thanks.” Huh. I swear my knee was hurting after running about in the Palace so much yesterday, I guess that’s fixed.

She scribbled down my answer, “Wonderful. Now the number of orgasms, I believe it was five per day?”

…one good change and one evil change. Fuck, I was so careful, it was definitely four this morning. Can even feel my nutsack growing a little from that. “Yep. Five a day!” I replied through slightly gritted teeth. Guess I gotta have even more daily sex now. Yes this is a problem, shut up.

“Do your climaxes require any level of variety, such as one orgasm requiring to be done orally, or with the use of roleplay?” she asked, not even looking up from the paper.

“Yes. Both of those and no others!” I snapped probably a bit too quickly for polite conversation, but I had to before she started hypothesising more.

Mitsuru just continued to write, “Hmm, interesting. Were there any other acts to your medical treatment that I’m unaware of, this could include a need to grope a woman’s breasts for thirty minutes a day?”

“It’s a really weird illness!” I tried to explain. Thirty minutes?! I seriously need her to stop!

“Now this condition can worsen…” she said, flipping the page over, “it increases in number if you do not orgasm a certain amount a day, but I wanted to know if it could still mutate beyond that. Perhaps the number of your daily required orgasms could increase yearly? Or-”

“IT’S-!” I quickly cut her off, “It’s still early days, but you should ask my doctor for more details. But… but I do think she mentioned about the yearly increase, yes.”

Fuck! What the fuck!? Even if I’m perfect, it’s gonna increase by one a year no matter what?!

Okay, quick maths… I’m nineteen now with five a day. When I’m thirty it’ll be… sixteen a day?! Add ten, that’s twenty six by fourty… and fifty six nuts a day when I’m a seventy year old man… fuck. That’s like more than twice an hour every day, it’ll be non-stop jizz, and that’s assuming I don’t grow more from a single missed nutshot a day… that’s just not even possible…

No. I’ll stop Benzaiten and fix reality far before that ever happens. This won’t even last one year, let alone thirty.

“My apologies if the questions are bothering you, I only have a few more left to get through,” said Mitsuru, apparently noticing my turbulent internal monologue. “About timings, I assume with such vast amounts of semen filling your testicles that your arousal can spike if you do not orgasm intermittently?”

“MmHMM!” I gasped, feeling a wash of arousal fill my core. I clamped my thighs around my growing boner and had to tear my eyes away from her breasts. God, why did our principal have to be so fucking hooott??! “W-will this be lasting much longer, Miss Kirijo?”

She looked down at my clear failure to hide my boner and frowned, “Hmm, you seem rather pent up still, even after you just unloaded. I can see how this would trouble you, Amamiya. How many times have you… relieved yourself today?”

I tried to shake myself from the horny funk, “Haa… th-thrice.”

“Very good. I’m sure you’ve grown accustomed to spacing out your expulsions for maximum efficiency, though perhaps I interrupted such an event with your friends… though I still cannot permit such actions on school grounds. You have access to Ms. Kawakami as an Onahole, is she performing the role satisfactorily?”

“Y-yeah definitely,” Didn’t even need to change reality on that one. The fact my teacher is fine with me fucking her at all is already a five-star review from me.

“That’s good, and I’ve heard from fellow teachers that she’s been looking rather radiant ever since accepting the role,” said Mitsuru with a smile. I think Ryuji asked me if I was the best Kawakami ever had, so that tracks, but still kinda ego boosting to hear it. “I see your sexual interactions with her have been limited to breaks between lessons, I do hope that is enough…”

“Yep! Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having her do me during class.”

Mitsuru’s plump lips seemed to tighten ever so slightly, “That’s a shame.”

“I… uh, what?”

She took a moment to lean back in her chair, “Amamiya, I must be truthful. I didn’t just call you in here to solely ask about your medical condition. I wanted to talk to you about a potential opportunity.”

“Okayyy…?”

“I have never been a fan of our society’s laws revolving around losing one’s virginity,” she said, making a pang of guilt strike my stomach. “Social outcasts, those with difficulties making friends or even connecting with other humans… why must we curse them to non-adulthood for failing to find a partner? I understand the logic, but it feels like far too much pressure for those just blooming into their true identities.”

It’s rare I get actually called out on my reality shifts, especially this much. I’m sorry! I’d change it back if I could! “Yeah… I don’t love it either…”

She gave me a reassuring nod, “My father insisted I lose my virginity as soon as I became eighteen. He even developed a robot with human sentience for me to become an adult ‘safely’ without any chance of early pregnancy. Luckily however the automaton did not count as a person at the time, and I was able to pursue my first crush to take my virginity. Still, he followed through, and these days certain laws are now in place thanks to him that make AI of high intelligence legally human, all thanks to his overprotectiveness.”

What the fuck? That’s… what? I changed virginity law, how did I make sex robots as well? Don’t tell me I was asking questions in my sleep again…

My phone buzzed in my pocket happily. Wait, was this woman responsible for Sophia as well? I thought Benzaiten said she was from the future or something. I can’t keep up.

“I’d love to make as much sweeping change as he did, but I can only do so much. Perhaps one day we’ll all be free from such archaic laws, but for now I must act as one with our society. And as Principal, it falls to me to assure all students have the chance to graduate, even if I also cannot allow sex to happen on school grounds. I prefer that to be on the merits of their ability, and not just through sexual conquest, which… is where you come in.”

Yeah, saw that coming. “I’m flattered, but-”

“One extra-curricular sexual education class a week. Taught by Ms. Kawakami with yourself as the assistant. All for the female students that still have yet to lose their virginity, disbanding the unsanctioned ‘Onahole Club’ and replacing it with a school approved version. Once the course is completed they’ll have the qualification to become Onaholes if they so desire, and use those new qualifications for the male students. All it would take is you showing these students how you copulate with Ms. Kawakami.” Okay, I guess that’s… doable? Kinda awkward to have an audience while dicking down my teacher, but I don’t think I’d hate it either. “Not only that, I thought that–providing you are willing–we could even offer more ‘practical’ sexual education that might mean you are signing quite a few V-cards. Would you agree to these terms?”

Well, I kinda fucking have to now. “Yes, I would be fine to help where I can.”

“C’est Magnifique,” she said in French for some reason, “This won’t be the only step I take into the sexual health of this school, but I am proud to see the students willing to help each other out in such intimate matters. Your parents have raised you well.” she said to the delinquent / Phantom Thief. “I will inform your teacher and arrange for a notice to go out for the third years first to find those that most desperately need assistance.”

“Sounds great. Is that all you needed me for?”

“Nearly, yes,” she nodded, “As I said previously, I am not a massive fan of this law, as I hope that a student’s first time could be more special rather than clinical. It would be nice if you could provide them, I suppose, pleasure? Kawakami said you were rather good, but I can hardly take one woman’s word on the matter.”

“I have four girlfriends!” I blurted out, hoping to get out of this pocket as soon as possible, “You could ask them!”

“Four? Impressive. One for each orgasm, with Kawakami for the fifth.” She mumbled to herself with a small smile, “I suppose that supporting and loving a full quartet is perhaps an impressive enough feat. And I’m sure they’d all talk highly of your prowess?” I gave an agreeable shrug without trying to look too proud of myself, “Well, that will perhaps have to do. I was looking for a way to talk to a more… neutral party on the matter, someone that I trust, but I suppose-”

I hate myself for raising an eyebrow.

My mind just assumed she meant…you know, herself… and she totally realised that’s what I was thinking too when I did it.

“M-Me?!” She blurted out, shocked and appalled that her student thought of their principal that way.

My hand didn’t make it to my mouth in time to stop myself from saying, “Yes.”

We hung there for a second as her shocked and appalled expression slowly returned to calm stoicness.

“Hmm. Yes… you’re right, that would be the easiest way to find out. If I am to throw you at the students like some sort of virgin hunting shark to solve my problems, the least I can do is sample your potential first. You’ve talked me into it, Amamiya. Get undressed, I shall be taking your post-lunchtime semen shot.”

Mitsuru stood from her desk and immediately began stripping, and even like this she did it elegantly. Casting her coat behind on her chair before slowly unzipping the front of her bodysuit in a way that-NO! For fuck’s sake Ren, you need to stop this! “Wait! Sh-shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?”

She tilted her head, “Hm? Shouldn’t this office be perfectly suitable to carry out such an intimate evaluation?”

“...yeah, I guess it’s all good…” I think I just heard the room get quieter.

“Do not feel embarrassed. No one may enter here without an appointment, the windows are tinted from the outside, and the walls are thick enough that no one shall here any noises either of us shall make.”

Fuck. I think I just locked myself into a soundproof room. Not good, the longer I’m in here the longer the reality changes will stack up without my input, I need to get out of here already. “W-well… I just think… you know…”

The topless woman placed her hand on my shoulder, kneeling down to give me a supportive smile, “I will not force you to do anything or anyone you are uncomfortable with, Amamiya. I am simply requesting some time with you to test your sexual mettle for the sake of your students, if that is something you are comfortable with?”

…ah fuck it. Sooner I just chill out and have some fun, the sooner I can leave this office.

“It’s an offer I can’t refuse!” I said in a way to try and hide how much I was probably gonna enjoy the sex part.

“Excellent.” said Mitsuru, smile widening ever so slightly, “Now I must admit… it has been a few years since I’ve done anything like this. But I too will do my best for the good of the student body.”

She rose from her kneeling position to continue stripping off her clothes. Regrabbing the zipper she’d left at her naval to continue undoing the bodysuit. The leather clung for a moment, reluctant to let her go, before she shimmied her arms free and let the top half fall to her waist, pooling around her hips. I, of course, could not stop staring at her breasts. Free, pale and perfect. Only seeing the nipples through the suit had heralded the squishy mammaries beneath, but now the hardened nubs were on full display with the magnificent bouncy bosoms.

Mitsuru hooked her thumbs into the waist of the bodysuit and her cute white panties beneath. With a single, decisive motion, she pushed them down over her wide hips, letting both garments fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it with a grace that I’d never seen from a Principal before. Standing there in front of me completely nude, with long flowing red hair cascading just behind her hourglass form. Showing practically no aging or sag, with abs like an amazonian gymnast yet with sexy round curves of a narcissistic chocolatier. It's the exact kind of body I imagined Sae to have back when I dreamt of her.

“Let us begin,” said Mitsuru, prompting me to quickly strip off all of my clothes too. “It is important for me to understand your methods of seduction. I hope that you possess a genuine desire to bring pleasure to your partners? They aren’t just methods to dump your excessive jism?”

“Yeah, I-I’ve always cared about their pleasure…” I said standing from my seat properly, aching boner bobbing angrily towards the sexy redhead between us. Man, I hope these questions aren’t affecting my memories. I do care about Ann and the others for more than just their ability to make me cum, plus making them cum is hot too. I surely have always felt that way, right? “Anyone willing to help me with this deserves to feel as good as I can give them.”

“A wonderful and noble answer,” said Mitsuru with a smile before her aura suddenly shifted. Staring at me with such intensity that it felt like we were just about to throw pokeballs at each other to begin a showdown. “Show me that resolve in action, now! Make me wet, Amamiya. I will stand right here, an educational doll for your prowess to bloom on the battlefield of lust!”

I blinked in surprise. This felt too good to be true, too hot for my blood, in a way that made me think she was gonna ask if I had erectile dysfunction any second to ruin this.

With a gulp and a nod, I approached the sexy woman.

Without her heels on she was only about two inches taller than me, though maybe the way I was slouching didn’t help. It still felt like she was towering over me emotionally. Her stern eyes locked on all of my movements, a mix of analysis and embarrassment as her student’s massive dick moved very close to her body.

First plan was to just play with her tits for a bit, maybe suck them to find out what flavour breast milk she has, but I think the way I made areolas sensitive should deter me from that area.

Instead I went a little lower. Fingertips beginning their descent across her flat stomach. She flinched ever so slightly at the first contact, looking away quickly from my eyes flicking up to hers.

It emboldened me to keep going. Keep exploring.

Her skin was shockingly soft, regal, like Haru’s. Just ever so slightly colder, though that could be the slight chill in the air or her goosebumps at my touch.

I moved closer, placing my leg against her own. Getting a full whiff of the expensive floral soaps the rich woman used to maintain herself. My grasp entwined around her back, one hand running a finger along her sex while the other cupped ample cheek.

I could feel a slight shiver pass through her.

I was trying to keep it gentle, to not overwhelm or embarrass my principal-

“You need not be shy. Use the full breadth of your skill.”

…or I’m reading too much out of her reactions. Fine, I’ll show you what I can do, lady.