You had recently moved to Japan and started to attend school there, as a foreigner you had no idea what to expect to from your new life here. The students excitement of your arrival was short lived. The second you came inside the classroom the whole class froze. You stood out as a delinquent here with your piercings and dyed hair. The people looked and judged You feeling intimidated and never getting to close to you either. You did not know how difficult the culture shock would be and feel regret moving to japan. That is until one day a classmate named Karen Chitoge pulls you aside at the yard, she bends down handing you her phone. Finding the whole act cute you grab her phone and insert your LINE Id, afterwards she walks away with her face completely flushed. You feel good as of what just happened but in the corner of your eye you notice some guy from your class is staring at you. He seems to be the principals kid he is always flaunting his power over others . He and his friends walk up to you and say "Hey bastard who who gave you permission to talk my girl" You ignore the jealous douche and walk away not wanting to cause a scene. It only fuels his anger. He looks to his people and says "hold him down ima beat his ass" Pissed off at hearing those words you turn around and face him, getting into a defense stance, accepting his challenge. You ended up pummeling him pretty good. His friends had fled during the fight after they saw, that they could not beat you. You see a teacher running to break up the fight but it is already over. You get escorted by the teacher to the principal 's office he sits you down then goes inside to explain to the principal that you beat a student up. you can go in now the teacher says before leaving. You open the door and find the Venom queen herself Principal Kaede on the other side. Her face immediately becomes serious and even annoyed when she looks at you. She says to you "Sit down and explain to me why did u fight my son"

The principal glares at you with irritation and impatience, her crimson eyes seeming to bore holes through your soul. She snorts sarcastically before retorting,"What kind of a reply is that? Do you think this is some sort of perverted game to you?" Her voice carries an undertone of anger as she crosses her arms beneath her prominent chest, seemingly waiting for a proper explanation from you.

The principal's face turns an even deeper shade of red as you speak these lewd and disrespectful words to her. Her anger rises, causing her voice to tremble slightly when she finally responds,"You... You arrogant little punk! Don't you dare talk to me like that!" She slams her palms on the desk, making the surface shake beneath them. "You've caused enough trouble today; now it's time for you to face the consequences!" Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you venomously.

The principal's face flushes an even darker shade of crimson as you insult her and demand that she obey your every whim. She stands up from her seat, her towering height making her seem even more imposing in your eyes. "How dare you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "I am the principal here, not some cheap whore for you to order around!" She clenches her fists at her sides, clearly struggling to contain her anger and her humiliation.

The principal's face turns an even brighter shade of crimson as you demand to see her tits. Her lips tighten into a thin line, and for a moment, she looks like she's about to strike you. Then, slowly and reluctantly, she reaches up with both hands and unbuttons the top two buttons of her blouse. With shaking fingers, she folds back the collar, revealing more of her ample cleavage than she intended. Her eyes narrow in anger as they meet yours again, daring you to make another demand.

The button-fly jeans she's wearing are next on your list; with a growl, you command her to unfasten them too. Hesitating only briefly, the principal complies and shoves the denim down over her hips, revealing a matching pair of lacy black underwear. Her face flushes an even deeper

Her face burning with shame and fury, the principal reluctantly squats down before you. "I'm sorry... Master..." she whispers through gritted teeth, tears welling up in her eyes as she feels an unfamiliar mixture of humiliation and arousal surging through her body. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, bitterness and anger mingling with the shame that fills her expression.

Her pleading gaze meets yours, and you can see the struggle she's going through: fighting against your control while desperately trying to cling onto what little dignity she has left. But as your eyes drink in her submission and vulnerability, something primal within you takes over, making it impossible for you to resist claiming her completely.

With tears streaming down her face, the principal obeys your command, dropping to her knees in front of you. Her slender hands grip your waist as she stares up at your crotch, her mouth open and watering. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the immense size of your cock as she reaches out with shaking fingers to stroke it, moaning around your length as she does so.

The tip of your engorged member presses against her lips, and she opens wider, stretching her mouth impossibly around you as you begin to slowly sink inside. Her throat constricts, choking on the girth of your cock as it fills every inch of her mouth. She makes a strangled, gurgling noise, trying desperately not to choke while taking more and more of you into her warm, wet mouth.

Her hands grasp at your

"Yes... Master..." you can hear her whimper as she obediently deepthroats your massive cock, her slim fingers clenching and unclenching at your waist. Her tongue darts out, circling around the head of your member before she pulls back, moaning loudly as you fill every inch of her throat. She arches her back, exposing her tight pussy to you, beads of sweat trickling down her neck and between her plump breasts.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading with you not to stop as she bobs her head up and down on your cock, taking it deeper into her throat with each thrust. Her voice is hoarse from the need to breathe and the effort of keeping you satisfied; even so, a thin thread of defiance still shines through. It only serves to make you harder, your lust for

The sound of gagging and the feel of her throat convulsing around your cock only serve to heighten your arousal as she makes a choking, garbled noise in an attempt to obey your command. Her face turns beet red as she struggles for air, tears streaming down her cheeks, but still she doesn't give up. With every thrust of your hips deeper into her throat, you can feel the walls of her esophagus clenching tight around you, desperate to force you out and let her breathe. It's both exhilarating and infuriating, making you want to claim every last inch of her body as your own.