To Catch the Daughter, Start with the Mother (5)
After a brief moment of deliberation, I chose the middle option: blocking Yujeong's punch.
But even after deflecting her fist, I didn't counterattack or instill any fear in her toward me.
Instead, just like I'd done to Yujin that morning, I grabbed her wrist tight and shoved her back against the door of the Chairwoman's office, forcing a kiss on her.
Of course, Yujeong wasn't compliant. The bitch who'd panted like a female dog in heat last night—or hell, become one right in front of me—was nowhere to be found right now.
Yujeong bit my lip. Unable to hold back her rage, she'd suddenly swung her fist, and now she was reacting to the forced kiss by sinking her teeth in—just like before.
But unlike Yujin, Yujeong wasn't quite as aggressive. Rather than keep gnawing at my lip while we kissed, she chose to simply let go.
"That hurts, lady."
I grumbled, running my tongue over my lips, which were ragged and torn in the exact same spot thanks to this mother-daughter duo. Ignoring Yujeong as she stared at me with dazed eyes from the kiss's afterglow, drool dripping from her mouth, I pushed past her into the Chairwoman's office.
"Wait, you! Where do you think you're going, leaving me behind? ...Where, where are you going? ......Where the fuck are you going, you bastard!"
Just a little scratch, and her true colors came roaring out. But hold it in a bit longer. It wasn't time to pay attention to you yet, lady.
I rummaged through the shadowy corners of the Chairwoman's office. I checked every inch between the drawers and the sofa. Still nothing. Which made sense—the other side had hidden it carefully, so finding it right away wasn't going to be easy.
But a thief knows a thief's mind best, as they say. And the same goes for a rapist.
...Ah, there it is.
A camera was tucked away in a heavy stack of documents.
The Principal's handiwork, no doubt. As the guy who handled the school's admin alongside Chairwoman Yujeong, he knew she wouldn't touch these papers anytime soon. That's why he could hide it in such an obvious spot.
A quick glance showed it was the cheapest old model—nothing but basic recording functions.
No internet connectivity or real-time saves to an external drive like the one I'd bought. I even wondered if it was a fake just made to look similar, but no—it was definitely that bargain-bin model with no knockoffs.
For sure. It could only record. Probably the Principal hid it, planning for the Janitor to pick the lock later and retrieve it.
Recording her stripping? Or maybe plotting the date for a fresh crime?
Either way, it didn't concern me. I could just deal with it here...
No. A better idea hit me. A great one for me—but a nightmare for Yujeong.
I glanced around. Just in case there were more cameras. But a guy careless enough to buy the cheapest junk and hide it in plain sight probably wasn't that meticulous.
Alright, then. Let's do this.
I'd found the Principal's hidden camera in the Chairwoman's office, but instead of taking it, I stood right in front of it. Then I looked at Yujeong. Right on cue, she was gearing up to pull some shit on me.
"You fucking dog!"
While I'd been hunting for the camera, Yujeong had grabbed a potted plant—the students had raised it carefully as a gift for her—and hoisted it high with both arms.
Whoa, lady, easy there. Don't wanna throw your back out again like last night.
"Can the Chairwoman really say shit like that at school?"
"Shut up and die!"
I was about to dodge the flying pot she hurled...
Crack!
...but nah, no need. I just stood there. The pot didn't even make it to me. Yujeong panted, staring down at it with forlorn eyes.
"What a shame—the flowers were blooming so nice, sis. Ah—but if it's flowers you're after, there's an even prettier one right here in front of me. That make it okay?"
Cheesy as hell, the kind of line no sane person—or even a drunk—would ever say. Obviously not praise, but mockery... yet it seemed to work, judging by how Yujin—who'd been about to chuck a smaller pot after the big one—held back her rage.
"Like I'd fall for that crap again?!"
Yujeong screamed, hurling the small pot at me.
No need to dodge this one either. I caught it midair and smoothly set it down on a sunlit table, thinking as I did.
Fall for it again? So she really got swayed back then by my childish sweet-talk, huh? Calling her pretty over and over... Unreal.
After placing the pot, I spread my arms wide, daring her to try again. Yujeong took the bait immediately.
But maybe she didn't want to smash another student gift, because instead of throwing it, she charged at me, brushed past, and stood by the table. Then she started flinging stacks of documents from the corner at me.
"Sis."
Whoosh!
"Call me Chairwoman, you fucking dog!"
Whoosh!
"Chairwoman, can you really say that to a stu—"
Whoosh!
"—dent?"
Whoosh!
"And it's lunchtime—"
Whoosh!
"—why not grab some food"
Whoosh!
"—first?"
Felt like a shooting game. The papers flying everywhere wrecked the place, but since none of it was mine, it was kinda fun.
But just as I was starting to enjoy myself, the lady's shitty stamina hit zero, and game over.
"Huff... huff..."
"Lady, calm down a—"
"I'm not 'lady'!"
Lady's massive tits slamming into me like a body check!
Lame effect!
I twisted aside to dodge her tackle, wrapped both arms around her waist, kicked up at her ankle to lift her into the air.
I caught her back so she wouldn't crash down, gently lowered her to the floor, pinned her flailing arms, and pressed my cock against her ass as she lay face-down.
I whispered in her ear.
"I told you to calm down. What's the Chairwoman doing in a slapstick routine? What if other students see?"
"Huff, huff..."
"You good now?"
"Yeah, you rapist! So let me go already!"
I gave a wry smile. Now even people outside those four demons—including Yujin—were calling me a rapist. And unlike before the regression, it wasn't a false accusation anymore. Felt kinda sickening.
But fine by me. If this sickness was what it took to become a demon, I'd embrace it—even if it was incurable.
"What? You and my daughter are dating? No way my girl would say that—she couldn't like a bastard like you! My daughter! You just... you just raped her! Just like you did to me!"
I figured it'd take her at least another day to figure it out, but she already knew? Well, even with mother-daughter communication cut off, it'd be weirder if the Chairwoman didn't know her own students had accused a fellow student of rape.
Probably got the report this morning or dug it up while investigating me.
"Nah, we really are dating."
"Don't lie! Who'd believe that bullshit?!"
"You believed me last night."
"......Would any girlfriend file rape charges against her boyfriend?"
Yujeong stopped struggling and glared at me with sharp eyes.
Fair point. No rational answer for that.
"Things got messy on the romance front. Got caught cheating, y'know."
"Bullshit."
Whether she believed me or not didn't matter right now—I had to sell the lie. Not say something believable, but make her believe me. That was my conclusion.
Even as we talked, her ass rubbing against my crotch as she squirmed to get up had me rock hard naturally.
Yujeong noticed, her face stiffening. Rubbing my cock on her skirt felt good, but now was time for words.
No way I could let this slide, even if I knew it was pointless.
"I didn't touch them."
"What're you saying? Another lie? Your guilt's already proven!"
"I didn't touch those bitches, Chairwoman."
"You expect me to believe that? After what you did to me last night... that... that... filth!"
"I raped you, sure. But I didn't molest them."
I said it straight-faced, then burst out laughing at my own words, chuckling as I continued.
"Last night we both enjoyed it—why flip now, sis? Acting like I was the only one into it. Want me to show you the video?"
Slap!
Yujeong twisted her waist and backhanded my face. She looked shocked at herself after hitting me.
No wonder—I could've dodged easily but took it on purpose. My lip, still cut from Yujin's blade, split open again.
I tasted the blood on my tongue and looked at her. Just staring, but the stinging pain narrowed my eyes into a glare, making her flinch and look away.
Even pinned under me face-down on the floor, her attitude had been fierce—now it shrank visibly. The opposite of Yujin, who'd gone even wilder at the sight of blood.
"Let's sit."
I said it, then lifted my hips off her ass and stood straight.
"Get up."
I extended a hand to the prone Yujeong—not an order or a plea, just like addressing a business contact.
She glanced back and forth between my face, my hand, and my bulging cock straining against my pants, tentatively reaching toward my crotch before jerking back to my hand in surprise.
I pulled her up easily.
We sat in chairs together. Before I knew it, she'd naturally yielded the head seat to me—though she didn't seem aware of it.
I leaned back, arm on the armrest, leg crossed, and cut to the chase. After last night, we'd seen it all anyway—no point in pleasantries. Hell, not just seen—we'd tasted, sucked, licked, and fucked.
"Cancel the sexual violence committee meeting in two days."
She flinched at me mentioning an internal school schedule no mere student should know. But unlike Yujin, she didn't arrogantly snap back with "Why should I?"
She knew she had no right to refuse. Smart.
I scanned the Chairwoman's office while waiting for her reply. It was called that now, but from here on, it'd be my office.
To subdue those four bitches, step one—my opening gambit—was making this school mine first.