The principal's office door slammed shut behind them.
Gojo stood like a condemned man before a firing squad, shoulders slumped, cheeks red, and eyes hollow from the emotional trauma. Beside him, Suma twirled her ponytail like this was just another day in her personal slice-of-life harem anime. Hiyori clutched her skirt like it was her only remaining sanity. Hikami-sensei, meanwhile, leaned casually against the wall, picking at her nails, one leg crossed over the other so her skirt barely covered anything.
And behind the massive mahogany desk sat… Principal Kyoki Mishinara.
A woman so impossibly curvy that physics itself wept. Her blazer looked painted on, bulging at the seams, her chest a glorious and terrifying monument to stress-induced buttons. Her long black hair was tied in a strict bun, glasses low on her nose as she stared over them like a goddess ready to smite.
Her voice was silk and steel.
"So. This is the disaster I hear from seven different teachers, three students, the janitor, and the lunch lady before second period."
Gojo whimpered. "I—I didn't do anything…"
"Silence, Gojo-kun."
The command cracked like a whip. He obeyed instantly.
Kyoki stood slowly—her chest jiggled ominously with every motion. She walked from behind the desk, heels echoing like gunshots. When she passed Hikami, the two exchanged a smirk.
"Hikami-sensei," Kyoki said sweetly. "Would you care to explain why you appeared in class like you were attending a… nightclub in hell?"
Hikami winked. "Fashion is expression. And fireproof material is expensive, y'know?"
Kyoki's glasses glinted. "I see. And does your expression always involve grinding against your students?"
"I barely touched him."
"Student Gojo-kun smelled like your perfume for twenty minutes."
Gojo, still traumatized: "It's in my pores now…"
Suma pouted. "I also hugged him, for emotional balance."
Hiyori screamed. "YOU WERE NAKED!"
Suma tilted her head. "So?"
Kyoki blinked. Then, with surprising speed, smacked her cane against the floor.
"ENOUGH!"
The entire room froze.
Kyoki turned to Gojo, looming over him with an ample bosom threatening to smother his face by gravitational accident.
"Explain. Now. Everything."
Gojo trembled. "I… I woke up with Suma naked beside me… then Hiyori attacked… then Hikami-sensei touched me and now everyone thinks I'm a harem protagonist and I just wanted to graduate with normal grades and not a restraining order!"
Kyoki sighed. "That sounds about right."
She walked behind her desk again, then clicked a button.
From the ceiling, a large screen dropped down with an electronic hum.
Security footage played.
Suma crawling into Gojo's bed naked.
Hiyori throwing a blowdryer like Thor's hammer.
Hikami appearing beside Gojo with fire swirling around her hips.
A close-up zoom of Gojo's nosebleed.
Kyoki paused the frame.
"Explain this, Miss Suma."
" Hey .. isn't that violation of privacy ? Why do you have camera footage of our house?"
With straight face ...
" YOUR FAYHER AND ME ARE GOOD FRIENDS , AND HE PUT ME TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITIES OF YOU THREE BRATS .... UNDERSTAND ?
Everybody ... " Yes , Ma'am "
She look at Suma ...
Suma beamed. "What !! That's me being emotionally supportive~"
Kyoki: "Miss Hiyori?"
Hiyori hissed. "That's me committing justified violence."
Kyoki: "Hikami-sensei?"
Hikami grinned. "That's me being a phenomenal educator."
Gojo fainted in the corner.
Kyoki pinched her brow. "You realize we're one step away from being sued by the Ministry of Youth and Morals, right?"
Suddenly, the temperature dropped.
Kyoki glared at them all. "This. Stops. Now."
She turned and pulled a document from a drawer.
"This is an Emergency Co-Habitation Behavioral Contract. If you three are to remain under the same roof, you will follow strict boundaries."
Suma raised a hand. "What if I cuddle with Gojo-kun from the floor?"
"No touching within three feet without verbal consent," Kyoki replied coolly.
Hiyori asked, "What if she steals my towel again?!"
Kyoki snapped her fingers. "Each of you now gets one emergency decency robe, no more than 40% of your skin is exposed indoors house ."
Gojo mumbled, "What if I want to live alone…?"
Kyoki: "Too late. Your father already talk with me ."
"DAMMIT DAD!"
Kyoki tapped her pen. "Also. You, Gojo-kun… from now on, you will report any inappropriate behavior. With video evidence."
He paled. "Wait, I have to record them!?"
Kyoki smirked. " I have already install cameras in your house. "
" That's really is crime . "
Suma purred. "You can record me anytime, Nii-sama~"
Hiyori picked up a chair.
Chaos erupted again. Kyoki let it play out for ten seconds… then activated a trapdoor. The three fell into a cushioned pit lined with disciplinary pillows.
"Take the punishment room. I'm done for today."
Elsewhere… Far beyond human realms…
In a massive obsidian palace carved into the floating void, flames licked the sky. Shadows danced across lustful statues of devils entangled in unholy poses.
And in the center…
Rahkara , high servant of the Evil God Fairy, lay sprawled on velvet pillows, surrounded by scantily clad devil women who purred and whispered promises no sane mind could tolerate.
His silver hair gleamed. His six-pack sparkled with oil. One devil girl kissed his ear. Another licked his thigh.
"Rahkara -sama… do you want more wine… or more sin~?"
He chuckled. "Why not both?"
Then a ripple of divine energy surged across the room.
Rahkara froze.
His golden eyes flared open.
He stood—impossibly tall, glistening, wearing only an open robe.
A massive crystal floated down from the ceiling, displaying an image.
A boy.
Messy hair.
School uniform.
A pervy life…
Gojo Kase.
The crystal pulsed. "He has awakened. The chosen one of the Spirit God. The Incarnate of Balance."
Rahkara narrowed his eyes.
"The boy surrounded by lust. Chosen by the heavens. How deliciously ironic."
The devil girls purred. "Shall we seduce him, Rakhara -sama?"
Rakhara grinned. "No. Not yet. Let him grow. Let him suffer."
He walked to the edge of the floating palace, bare-chested and glorious, arms spread as black winds howled.
"Gojo Kase… You are the key. The prophecy of flame and desire begins with you. When we meet…"
He licked his lips.
"…I'll make you beg for salvation."
The devil girls shrieked in pleasure behind him.
And somewhere back in the mortal realm…
Gojo sneezed.
To Be Continued…