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I walked into the office of the vice-principal and sat down nervously. The room was much smaller than the principal’s nearby. Other than the desk and two chairs, there was a TV on the wall and a bookcase. The whole room felt a bit claustrophobic.

As I waited, I thought back to everything I had witnessed. Kira’s downfall had certainly caught me by surprise. Part of that was because I had always thought she was such a rock. She had always been so steady and capable, that it never occurred to me that she’d be in any real trouble. Even if something happened, I always thought that she’d be able to handle it.

There was also part of me that felt that it didn’t really matter. I didn’t owe Kira anything, there was no particular reason I had to protect her. She was a childhood friend, but we hadn’t been close in years. This all felt like more work than it was worth when it came to her. Okay, at the very least, I’d let her father know. I began working on what I was going to say to him. By the time he came into the room, I had settled on a story.

Mr. Fukumi sat down across from me and smiled. “Hello, Hakaru. So, what is it you need to tell me? Remember, this is a safe space, so you can share anything and you won’t get in any trouble, okay?”

I nodded, deciding it was easier to look at his desk than at the man himself directly. “I believe your daughter is being blackmailed or somehow coerced to do things she doesn’t want to do.”

Mr. Fukumi made a noise of surprise. “My… my… what do you mean?”

“A few nights ago, your daughter called me late at night. She asked for my help, but then a man spoke on the phone. He seemed… dangerous, and then he hung the phone up and wouldn’t let her talk to me. I’ve tried to talk to her, and she avoided me. Then today… today… I saw her with a boy. They were… doing stuff on school grounds. That’s why I got into the fight. She’s a student council president, so I know she wouldn’t act that way on her own.”

“She’s a teenager like any other?” Mr. Fukumi suggested.

I shook my head. “He… um… he said something about the coach. The coach gave her to him as a reward!”

Mr. Fukumi’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure that is what you heard?”

I nodded. It was as close to the truth as I was going to get. Was the coach an NTR player? Was he blackmailing her? What could he have on her? I didn’t know the answer. I also wasn’t going to reveal everything to Mr. Fukumi.

Mr. Fukumi leaned back, shaking his head. “Wow. That is incredible. These are very serious accusations to be leveled at a teacher. You understand this, right?”

I nodded. “I just felt you needed to know.”

Mr. Fukumi sighed. “This is truly worrisome. And to think… I sent you there to see that.”

My body froze for a second. After being beat over the head and in all of my concern, I had let that little detail slip from my mind. He was the one who suggested I go there. She was exactly where he said. Plus, he interviewed all of the students. There was no way they would have been able to cover this up as a lie. He definitely would have talked to his daughter, and even if the boys said I was the aggressor, I still didn’t think Kira would sell me out like that.

Of course, these thoughts of mine were crazy. He was her father! Even if her mom was unreliable, her father was someone who cared about her. How could he know what was happening to his own daughter? How could he allow it to happen? He couldn’t be the blackmailer, could he? I suddenly felt danger in the air. I no longer felt welcome in this supposed safe space.

“Ah… well, I’ve said what I saw. I think I’ll go then.” I tried to make an excuse to leave.

“Before you go…” He said as I stood up. “I’d like to give you a piece of advice. It’s best not to lie when you tell stories.”

I stopped. “I didn’t lie.”

“Really?” Mr. Fukumi’s smile grew until it looked sinister. “You said there was only one boy fucking my daughter. I seem to recall the entire basketball team having a turn.”

Silence permeated the room. I was frozen in place. He had said it. He had actually said it. I had hoped to leave with him thinking I wasn’t suspicious, but he went and made sure I knew the truth. My body trembled, and my fist clenched. I truly fought the urge to leap across the table and beat his ass. He was a bigger man than me, though, and even if I won, I could face horrible repercussions attacking the vice-principal.

“You… to your own daughter?” I said with bitterness in my expression.

“Of course…” Mr. Fukumi chuckled. “She is mine, after all. I made her. I can do whatever I want with her.”

“You…”

“You could say… it’s how the game is played.”

I hissed, backing up until my back hit the door. It was only two steps. “What do you want?”

“I want to show you something. He grinned, pulling out a disk and sliding it into a DVD player that he had next to his desk. It was connected to the tv. With a click of the remote, a video started playing. It only took me a few moments to realize what it was.

“Ahhn…. Hakaru… fuck… fuck… fuck… keep it up!”

It was an image from not long ago. Mrs. Fukumi was riding me. Her exposed ass showed on the camera as she bounced up and down on my cock. The camera appeared to be hidden on one of the cabinets, recording the whole thing. That’s why Mr. Fukumi went back to the nurse’s station. My mouth was dry. I made five attempts to work moisture back into it.

“You… you think you’ve got me? Blackmail?” A cruel smile formed on my lips. “I don’t give a fuck about your wife. She’s just a toy I stuff with my big cock! You leak this video. It’ll hurt her. It’ll hurt you. Somehow, I think the underaged student who fucks his teacher will walk out of it just fine. You’ll only ruin your family, your reputation, and your life!”

Mr. Fukumi blinked, and then he burst into laughter. “Oh… my…, aren’t we the serious type! My, my… you completely misunderstand me. I’m not the bad guy at all. I may play the game, but that doesn’t mean we must be opponents!”

I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t we though? Why else would you record me with your wife? Why else would you send me to see your daughter?”

Mr. Fukumi smiled again, his expression not changing from before. “Because… I want you to keep doing what you’re doing!”

“Wh-what?”

“Haha… when my god came to me and revealed that my wife was cheating on me, my heart hurt so much. I was convinced that I was going to die. That feeling was horrific, painful, and also exciting. He showed me another way. He showed me to embrace my pain and in it find pleasure.” He paused the recording of me and his wife just as she was cumming, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Do you see that look on my wife? I’ve not been able to make her look that way in years. Yet, here you are, making my wife ride you on top like some kind of slut. She’s never looked sexier to me!”

“Th-that’s crazy!”

“I heard you’re fucking your sister. Well, I see my daughter in the same way. Except, I don’t want to fuck her myself. I want to see her defiled by other men. I admit I lied too. I didn’t talk to the basketball team. I was there! I was in the shadows, watching as one man after another blasted it all over my daughter’s face. As a father, it made me feel sad the state my daughter has fallen to, but as I man, I’ve never felt more alive!”

“You… you…”

“The reason I’ve come to you today is that I want to work together.” Mr. Fukumi’s lewd expression turned more serious. “I want you to keep banging my wife. Defile her. Make her your little tasty slut. I heard that your father almost had her in gangbangs. I won’t say you must go to this extent, but it wouldn’t be bad if you at least got her swapping partners.

“You can enjoy my daughter too. And my girlfriend. Haha… you haven’t met her. She’s a 15-year-old Freshman. She was totally into me so I couldn’t help having her virginity. She’s as timid as a mouse though and absolutely infatuated. If I tell her to play with you, she’ll definitely put out.”

“Why would I do any of this?” I demanded, my mind still struggling to keep up.

“Why… so I can watch?” He chuckled. “Have my wife. Have her on our marital bed. Make her do the lewd things she’d never do with me. I’ll be in the closet, touching myself, cumming on a pair of her underwear!”

“That’s disgusting! How could you win that way?”

“I won’t win!” Mr. Fukumi laughed. “Who cares about winning anyway? You’ll be the one who wins. After all, you get way more points for stealing than I get for watching. However, I keep earning points, and I get what I’ve always wanted… I’ll get to see my family happy!”

I put my hand over my mouth. “I feel sick…”

“There are other men playing this game. Dangerous men… and dangerous gods to boot!” He turned serious. “You need me! If we work together, I know we can win.”

“And your god is okay with this?”

“He’s the one who wants this! He’s only ever wanted to help his sisters!” As he spoke this, a form suddenly appeared next to him.

I let out a cry of shock. He was a man who wore nothing but a black leather mask that covered his entire head. He had no shirt and wore a black thong with leather straps. He truly looked like a pervert, the god of perverts! The god didn’t speak a single word, merely crossing his arms and looking at me through a mask with eyes I couldn’t see.

“What the hell?” I cried out, shocked by his frightening appearance.

Mr. Fukumi patted the guy’s arm and smiled at me. “As long as you keep having an affair, I’ll keep benefiting. You might as well take my offers and earn even more points. It also doesn’t just go that far. I’m happy to help you with my skills too. We can both earn skills together, and synchronize them. Why do you think none of this ever gets out? God’s powers are truly wonderful. Being able to force every participant to keep quiet, unable to say what they did. We can do anything in this school. We’ll be gods. That’s what this has always been about. That’s the prize at the end of this game.”

“What are you talking about?”

“These powers… we’re not like humans anymore. They’ll only grow stronger and more incredible. We’re being turned into gods. When you win, you will be a new god, and I’m happy to be the lesser god by your side. So, what do you say?” He put out his hand to me.

I stared at it. “A-about Kira. The blackmail… I’ll only take her exclusively…”

Mr. Fukumi’s mouth turned bitter for a second. “I’m sorry.”

“Seriously? You want to be my ally but you won’t stop doing that to your own daughter!”

Mr. Fukumi shook his head sadly. “You misunderstand. I’m not the one blackmailing Kira. I already told you, there are other players, dangerous men. This is why I’ve come to you. You’ve already won a goddess. I’m tired of being under that bastard’s finger. My God and I, we don’t have the strength or the personality to fight back. You, however… you might just be able to stop him. So… do we have a deal?”

He reached out his hand once more. I stared at it. More points. More women. Less effort. No guilt. Mr. Fukumi’s offer really was an incredible one. My hand started moving towards his. I didn’t really know if I planned to clasp it or hit it away. However, before I could decide, there was a slap, and a woman was standing in front of me. My eyes widened.

“Netorare…” I said.

She had knocked away his hand, a furious look on her face aimed at the leather-faced man.

“Cuckold! You dare seek to push my man into a corner.” She said angrily. “I will never allow it!”

A stormy feeling filled the room as two deities faced each other.

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