Ch 6 - Sadistic Seductress

It began like all disasters do.

With a very loud, very disappointed voice.

"ARAKI. TACHIBANA. AIHARA. NARIYUKI. OFFICE. NOW."

The students of Heiron High parted like the Red Sea as the four of them trudged toward their doom. At the end of the hall stood Heimi Kuronuma—the legendary headmistress of the school. A woman whose curves defied physics, whose heels cracked the tiled floor like a whip, and whose office was rumored to have swallowed countless souls.

Today, it was their turn.

Heimi flipped her black hair with a practiced snap. Her tightly fitted blazer barely contained her massive chest, and her hips moved like twin wrecking balls encased in a pencil skirt. Every step she took echoed with the promise of trauma.

Tachibana whispered, "Her ass is a lethal weapon. I've seen smaller wrecking balls demolish skyscrapers."

Machio, already sweating buckets, nodded. "I think my soul just took fall damage from looking at her."

Nariyuki, oblivious, stared at Heimi with heart eyes. "Bro, if I die, let it be between those thighs."

Yuzu bounced beside him, holding a Hello Kitty notebook. "I'm taking notes for my future domination club~!"

They were so dead.

Inside Heimi's office, it smelled of expensive perfume, leather chairs, and impending lawsuits.

Heimi slammed the door behind them. Her glare alone reduced Machio's life expectancy by ten years.

"EXPLAIN. NOW." she barked, slamming a ruler onto her desk.

Yuzu immediately raised her hand. "It was for love and emergency panties!"

Nariyuki followed. "And technically, no laws were broken if you redefine property rights loosely."

Tachibana sipped from a blood-red thermos. "It was a ritual bonding exercise. Spiritually nutritious."

Machio, standing in the middle, just opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish.

Heimi pinched the bridge of her nose. Her bust jiggled dangerously. "So you're telling me... during a public school-sanctioned event… you held a Panty Feeding Tournament… with live commentary… and System-sponsored arena transformations?!"

"Yes," Yuzu said cheerfully. "Also, Nariyuki tried to twerk a ghost out of his body. It didn't work."

Nariyuki flashed a double peace sign. "BTS forever, baby."

Machio wished the floor would open and devour him.

Instead, Heimi sighed deeply—her chest heaving in a way that made half the room lightheaded.

"Get. Out," she ordered, voice low and dangerous.

"But Principal Heimi—" Nariyuki started.

"OUT. All except… you."

She pointed a long crimson nail at Machio.

Dead man walking.

The others scampered like cockroaches.

Machio stayed frozen.

Heimi waited until the door clicked shut behind them.

Then, with slow, predatory steps, she locked the door.

"Uh, Principal, ma'am—" Machio stammered.

Heimi smiled, showing perfect white teeth.

It was not a friendly smile.

It was the smile of a woman who hunted men for sport on weekends.

"You," she purred, circling him like a shark, her heels tapping ominously. "You caused quite the scandal, Araki-kun."

Machio backed away slowly. "I-I'm sorry! I swear it wasn't intentional! It was the System! Blame the System!"

Heimi's skirt swished dangerously close to Machio's knees.

"I think…" she whispered, leaning close enough that he could feel the dangerous heat radiating off her.

"You need correction."

Machio's whole body went into survival mode.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A FIFTY SHADES REJECT!" he screamed internally.

Without warning, Heimi grabbed a riding crop from behind her desk. It appeared like magic.

"Punishment," she said, tapping it against her thigh. "Or expulsion."

"I CHOOSE NEITHER!" Machio shouted out loud.

Heimi tilted her head. "Wrong answer."

She advanced.

Machio dodged left.

She lashed out.

He ducked right.

DING!

New Mini-Game Unlocked: Escape the Sadistic Seductress!

Objective: Avoid spanks for 5 minutes!

Reward: Survival. Maybe.

Penalty: Lifetime trauma.

Machio threw himself behind a potted plant.

Heimi cackled and kicked it aside with terrifying grace.

"You can't hide from discipline!" she sang.

"This isn't discipline! It's a war crime!!" Machio yelled, dodging a crop swing.

Heimi smirked. "I haven't even started using the feather duster yet."

From a drawer, she pulled out a pink feathered torture device that radiated cursed energy.

"NopeNOPE NOPE!" Machio screamed, bolting toward the window.

Heimi was faster.

She slammed him onto the desk—desk creaking under Machio's desperate squirming.

"Hold still," Heimi crooned, "or I'll make you write I Am A Naughty Panty Thief one thousand times in lipstick."

"NOT THE LIPSTICK!" Machio howled.

At the last second—salvation arrived.

The window burst open in a dramatic gust.

Standing on the ledge was a man in sunglasses, a cheap suit, and a cape made out of supermarket bags.

"ENOUGH!" he bellowed.

He struck a pose.

The cheap bags flapped heroically.

"MICHAEL L. LORD?!" Machio gasped.

Michael pointed dramatically.

"Machio Araki, listen well!" he declared. "You are bound by the ancient Crimson Pact!"

"What !"

Michael pushed up his shades.

"It was forged when Tachibana and you agreed .Due to the Pact -----"

Heimi yanked Machio's hair playfully.

Michael continued undeterred.

"—you shall attract sadistic older women for eternity!"

Machio screamed.

Heimi purred.

Michael pulled out a scroll.

"See? It's legally binding!" he said, displaying a badly drawn contract in crayon.

Machio squinted at it.

In childish handwriting:

"Machio shall suffer for being born hot and dumb. Signed: Fate."

"NOOOOOO!" Machio wailed.

Heimi cooed in his ear.

"Give in, little kitten."

Machio summoned every ounce of strength, twisted free, and leapt out the window.

"Freedom!!!" he cried, landing painfully in a bush.

Heimi leaned out the window, smiling dreamily.

"You'll be back. They always come back."

Michael clapped slowly. "Congratulations. You survived Heimi's Office of Sensual Suffering. Barely."

Machio lay in the bush, soul leaking out.

Meanwhile, back with the others…

Nariyuki was making a T-shirt that said "Free Machio (and His Dignity)".

Yuzu was making friendship bracelets labeled "Panty Knights 4 Life."

Tachibana was already planning the next tournament:

"Bra Battle Royale: Bounce or Die."

When Machio stumbled back to them looking like a Vietnam veteran, they immediately showered him with questions.

"Did she tie you up?"

"Did she sit on your face?"

"Did she make you call her Mommy?"

Machio just stared into the distance.

"I saw things. Things no man should see. Feather dusters…places no feather should ever touch…"

Tachibana patted his head.

"There, there. You were very brave, my little panty knight."

The System popped up.

NEW ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: "Survivor of Sexy Sadism"

New Buff: +10 Resistance to Seductive Damage

New Curse: Magnet for Older Sadistic Women (+100%)

Machio cried softly.

To Be Continued…

Next time:

Episode 7: Nariyuki's Dream – The Reverse Harem Quest Begins!

(Warning: Contains Shirtless Machio, Confused Tachibana, and way too much bubble tea.)