Hearing Kanjuro's "Yes," a strange light flashed in Morimoto Reina's eyes.
She stood up, walked slowly to the door, and with a "click," locked the office door.
Kanjuro stood in place, his face appropriately showing a bit of confusion, "Principal... this is?"
Morimoto Reina turned around and walked toward Kanjuro step by step, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor exceptionally clear in the silent room.
"Just having it written in the files isn't enough." Her voice was seductive and deep, "I need you to... prove it personally."
"Prove it?" Kanjuro frowned slightly, appearing both innocent and harmless, "I don't quite understand..."
Before he finished speaking, Morimoto Reina had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her professional suit, her movements carrying a near-ritualistic solemnity.
"I'm also a virgin," she said bluntly, her sharp gaze locked onto Kanjuro, "I have a severe psychological and physical double obsession with purity. I cannot tolerate anything imperfect or impure coming near me."
Her gaze carefully traced Kanjuro's handsome features, "And you, from your appearance to that status shown in the files, perfectly match my taste. You... are very clean."
All of this was actually within Kanjuro's plan.
Before deciding to come to this school, he had already conducted a thorough investigation through his own channels.
Morimoto Reina was not only the head of the Morimoto Financial Group and the principal of Sacred Bible Academy, but she also had a hidden identity—a student of the Academy of Desire and the elder sister of the famous Morimoto Leona.
Kanjuro used his highly deceptive appearance as a stepping stone, and as expected, Morimoto Reina took the bait.
She had an almost paranoid desire to collect handsome men who were "uninitiated."
What followed happened naturally.
In this principal's office, a symbol of power and order, Kanjuro turned the tables and easily conquered the arrogant female principal.
He knew exactly how to use his advantages; whether it was his looks or other aspects, he could always pinpoint a woman's weaknesses with precision.
An hour later.
Morimoto Reina languidly straightened her clothes, her previous overbearing attitude replaced by a complex sense of dependency.
She found that she couldn't seem to leave this young man she had just met; he not only possessed an intoxicating appearance but also an amazing "ability" that was completely at odds with his youthful looks.
Only now did she truly understand Kanjuro's excellence.
His physical strength was also why Kanjuro had been able to navigate so effortlessly among all kinds of women since he was young.
"Which class do you want to go to?" Her voice carried a hint of post-coital raspiness and submissiveness.
Kanjuro had already prepared his answer and said calmly, "Year 2, Class A."
"Fine." Morimoto Reina agreed almost without hesitation.
She watched as Kanjuro composedly straightened his clothes, that handsome face still wearing the same gentle and harmless smile as when they first met, as if the aggressive person from just now wasn't him.
This strong contrast made her heart throb and made her even more certain that she had completely fallen into the web woven by this youth.
Kanjuro adjusted his collar, his fingertips carelessly brushing against Morimoto Reina's flushed cheek, causing her to tremble slightly.
"Well then, as the principal,"
His voice was low and carried a hint of playfulness, "aren't you going to personally show me around the campus?"
Morimoto Reina nodded almost immediately, her eyes still holding traces of lingering passion.
She picked up the keys from the desk and took the lead to guide the way.
They walked through the quiet administrative corridor. Along the way, Morimoto Reina meticulously introduced various classrooms and functional areas, her voice carrying a slight, imperceptible hint of ingratiation. Kanjuro seemed to listen intently, but his sharp gaze swept over every corner.
When they reached the corridor connecting the new and old school buildings, Kanjuro casually mentioned, "I heard there was a fire in the Library half a month ago?"
Morimoto Reina's brow furrowed immediately, her tone carrying annoyance: "Yes, some precious books were lost. The scene was very strange, with... some inexplicable traces. I suspect it was the work of those people from the Occult Research Society; they always gather in the old school building in the evenings and late at night, acting all mysterious."
"The old school building?" Kanjuro raised an eyebrow. "As the principal, you never thought of investigating it personally?"
Morimoto Reina shook her head and leaned close to him, her voice carrying the languor of post-satisfaction and a hint of disdain: "I'm not interested in those boring things. Right now, I'm only interested in power, and... you." Her finger traced suggestively along his arm.
Kanjuro gave a low laugh and dodged her touch, his tone suddenly taking on a commanding note: "I'm very interested in that club and Reika Kitami from Year 2, Class A. Go and investigate their backgrounds and daily activities for me."
Morimoto Reina's expression froze instantly, a flash of jealousy crossing her eyes: "Kitami? You just got here and you're already interested in another woman?"
"When I tell you to investigate, just go and investigate," Kanjuro interrupted her, his voice cold and brooks no argument. "Don't waste words."
Morimoto Reina bit her lower lip, looking at his distant expression as a surge of panic rose in her heart.
She was afraid that defying him would make him leave, and this newly established connection that she was addicted to would break.
After a moment of struggle, she finally lowered her head and responded submissively, "...Fine, I'll investigate."
Only then did Kanjuro curl his lips in satisfaction. That smile was as gentle as ever, yet it gave Morimoto Reina a chill along with a deep infatuation.
Kanjuro returned to the Year 2, Class A classroom. Morimoto Reina had already sent down instructions, so the teacher in the classroom was very respectful toward Kanjuro.
Walking into the classroom, Kanjuro's gaze swept across the class and immediately spotted Reika Kitami sitting alone in the corner. She was bowing her head, focused on her homework, looking innocent and diligent.
Kanjuro's appearance immediately caused a stir in the classroom. The girls whispered in low voices, putting their heads together to discuss his handsome face:
"Who is he?"
"So handsome..."
"Is he a new transfer student?"
"He's like a Prince Charming stepped out of a dream."
Amidst the whispers, Kanjuro noticed another figure sitting not far from Reika Kitami—a girl with deep red hair. She held a pen, repeatedly drawing a strange incantation on paper. She was Takashiro Hiroko, a member of the Occult Research Society.
When Kanjuro's gaze swept over her, Takashiro Hiroko's pen paused slightly. She sized up Kanjuro out of the corner of her eye, seemingly drawn by his looks, falling into a brief moment of contemplation. The paper spread out before her was covered in eerie-looking runes.
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