Principal Iwata stepped aside to let me in. I felt his lecherous eyes on my back as I entered. It gave me goosebumps and unpleasant shivers that were giving me second thoughts. The door closing shut followed by the lock turning stayed my apprehension. I'd already made my choice in the NTL app. There was no turning back.
"So, Marika. What did you want to talk about?" the principal asked coyly.
"You know what. But I want to know for sure what you can do for Keita," I said.
"Your son's records…" With an eager smile on his face, he waltzed behind the desk to pull out a half-inch binder from the drawer. "Are all in here. A little whiteout and rewrite of his scores is all it takes. No one will know the difference when I send it over via fax. And the other schools? I'll put in a good word. A principal's recommendation holds a lot of weight, no matter how small a school is. Now, what I want to know is… What can you do for me?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe when I opened them, I'd awaken from a dream. But my lids peeled open, and Principal Iwata was still sitting across the desk. The two of us stared at each other in silence, with him waiting for me to make the move. So I did. I came over to his side of the desk. He slid back on his rolling seat to make room.
There, between his legs, a bulge throbbed behind his khaki pants. He breathed heavily. Wide eyes molested my body. I kneeled down in front of my former principal and reached forward.
"Wait," Principal Iwata said.
In that brief respite, I thought he had grown a conscience and was about to turn me down.
Instead, he continued, "I want to see your breasts. Take your shirt and bra off for me."
That wasn't part of the option I'd chosen. I didn't need to fulfill his request, yet my hands moved on their own and reached under my shirt to unhook my bra. Principal Iwata took great pleasure in seeing me pull out. When I took off my shirt, my nipples became unusually stiff. I officially bared myself to someone other than my husband, Tetsu.
"You're so beautiful, Makina. I always knew you would grow into such a stunning woman," Principal Iwata complimented in awe.
My face heated up. It made me happier than I expected to hear that. Tetsu never shied away from giving me compliments, but maybe hearing the same thing has diminished how I feel.
"T… Take it out already," I mumbled.
"With pleasure." The principal wrangled with his zipper.
A cut and somewhat crooked to the left penis sprung up to my face. Thicker towards the head, it looked much more intimidating than Satoshi's so close. Not to mention, this one smelled intensely of masculine musk.
"Well?" His salacious grin taunted me when I glanced up.
I gulped down my hesitation and leaned forward to lick from the base. My tongue traveled a considerable length before reaching the tip. The principal's member throbbed as I salivated on it.
"That's it…" He sighed delightfully. "Tetsu is a lucky man to have a wife like you— Ooohh! Play with the tip more, Marika."
Aiming to please, I did as instructed. I ran circles around the glans. Despite how much Principal Iwata was enjoying the blowjob, he didn't seem to be anywhere close to finishing. I held the base of his dick firmly in one hand and enveloped the tip with my lips.
The principal that I'd once regarded as a role model had his dick in my mouth. I was giving him fellatio while topless and underneath his desk. All this, behind my husband's back. Looking back up, I met the gaze of a man that saw me not as a student… but as a woman.
I averted my gaze to the button on his pants. Before I realized it, I sped up. My head bobbed up and down rhythmically. I sucked feverishly in an attempt to make him climax, so that I could be done with this.
"God, Marika! You're good at this!" Principal Iwata took me by surprise by grabbing my head.
Unable to fight back against the raw strength of another man, I could do nothing but let him force my head up and down.
"Mmh… Gllrrrp… Shlluurp— shtop… Mmmphh!" I struggled to get a word in with a whole dick in the way.
The roughness with which Principal Iwata used made me lightheaded. I couldn't think. His dick beat the back of my throat like drums. I gagged. Slobber dripped down my chin. My loins grew hot and tightened.
Finally, he threw his head back and loosed a guttural moan. He held my head still, keeping his dick fastened in my mouth as he climaxed. Warm ejaculate filled my palate with a bitter taste.
"Swallow it! Swallow it, Marika, or I won't let go!" Principal Iwata demanded.
I glared while keeping eye-contact. It took a few gulps to get the mouthful all down. Satisfied, the principal let go of my head. I pulled away in a coughing fit.
"Satisfied?" I asked, clearing my throat.
"For now." Principal Iwata nodded.
"For now? But you—"
The principal reached down and pinched both of my nipples. A surge of pleasure traveled through me. I backed away, but not before his fingers got a good tug.
"We both want Keita to transfer to a good school. So, same time tomorrow?" Principal Iwata smiled.
After getting dressed, I left the office in a hurry with the taste of my old principal's spunk still fresh in my mouth. When I pressed my fingers to my lips, they were still tender and sensitive. I'd done it now. If giving Satoshi a handjob wasn't bad enough, I gave Principal Iwata a blowjob. What kind of wife and mother was I?
"Hello, Marika! Back to Himawari again?" Mr. Miyamori emerged from the custodian's room with a mop and rolling bucket.
"I'm just leaving," I said, walking past him.
I couldn't be in Himawari right now. Not after what I did. I just wanted to be anywhere but the school. Crisp warm air welcomed me back outside. Still, I tasted the principal on my tongue. I told myself that this was for Keita's sake over and over again, hoping that it would ease my trepidation. It didn't. My mind was a mess.
Something inside me recognized I was lying to myself. What, I wasn't sure. I pulled out my phone to check the NTL app. I'd earned 10,000 points for a total of [17,250/5,000,000].
[Well done, Marika! Well done!] Saya popped up like she normally does. [That was the most points you've ever gotten, and we can only ever go up from here! Don't forget. You can spend those points in the shop~]
"I feel dirty. I don't know if I even want to spend those points." I frowned.
[Oh, don't look so down. You did great! Hey, since you completed a game with Principal Iwata back there, would you like to add him as a Partner?]
"N-No, I shouldn't! I… The principal did make it clear about continuing if I want to help Keita. Okay. Sure." I resigned myself and nodded.
A third Partner had been added. Principal Iwata, Mr. Shiraishi, and Satoshi showed up from a drop down menu on the top left corner of the screen. I selected Satoshi, and another menu pulled out sideways with several selectable options.
[Start Round], [Freeze Current Round -1,000pts], [Location]
[Oooooh. Taken a liking to Satoshi, I see. Streaks increase 5% per round to a maximum of 50%. Keep playing with the same person to earn even more points!] Saya exclaimed from off-screen.
"I haven't taken a liking to Satoshi. Er, not in that way at least." I stuffed my phone away and made my way to Maruyama's.
The man himself was outside for once. A rare sight. Maruyama was watering his tiny garden patch made up of a couple of carrots, daikons, and sweet potatoes out front. He saw me coming and set down the watering can.
"If you're here to pay the monthly fee, it's a little too soon." Maruyama clapped some dirt off his hands.
"I'm here to buy a phone for Tetsu. No smartphone though. It can just be the cheapest one in your inventory as long as he can make calls," I explained.
"I can definitely find something." He opened the door to invite me in, but I hesitated.
The NTL app flashed across my mind, like a nightmarish memory that refused to go away. It always had to remind me of its own existence. If I walked into Maruyama's place, a game might come up and force me to play.
"What's wrong?" Maruyama stared at me, perplexed.
"Well, if it ain't Marika and Haruki. Good seeing you two first thing in the morning!"
Before I could answer, a rowdy woman's voice pierced through. I spun around to find Akemi Fukuhara. Three years my senior, Akemi was a tiger of a woman. When we were going to school together as children, she always hung out with boys and dressed like them. A bonafide tomboy. She had often skipped school to play in the mountains, and regretted it to this day because finding a job that wasn't manual labor proved difficult. Her day job was someone she called 'streaming'. All it took was a cobbled-together computer and webcam, and she led exercises online with groups of people from across the world. So I had heard. I hadn't actually seen any of her videos in person.
Akemi donned a straw hat to hide from the sun's glare. She wore a worn white tank top underneath dirt-stained overalls, the right strap hanging freely due to a missing buckle. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a single long ponytail riding down her back. The years had been kind to her. At 38 years old, she was fit from shoulder to toe and boasted a complexion much younger than those her age.
"Good morning, Akemi." I turned around and smiled.
"Akemi!" Maruyama stumbled back outside. "Your computer still acting up? I can come by to check it out!"
Akemi thumped him hard on the chest. "You brought that up the last time I was here. The PC's fine!" On the other hand, she lifted up a used toaster. "I'm here because this damn thing is broken, and I need a new one."
"Sure, yeah. Come on in!" He gestured them inside.
Akemi and I followed Maruyama inside. Although, I felt like a third wheel with him paying her all the attention. Maruyama talked Akemi's ear off, and she just nodded along with laughter and one-word replies.
If I remembered right, Tetsu had told me some of the boys in Akemi's friend group started liking her in their teen years. It made sense. She was going through puberty and a growth spurt. Her tomboy aesthetic fell to the wayside as Akemi became prettier. Haruki Maruyama was one such friend that ended up crushing on her. But she had blown his and others' confession off and remained single to this day.
"I've got a ton of brand new toasters just collecting dust. Don't worry though. They're still in perfect working condition. I can give you a discount, Akemi. No one else in this town uses toasters anyway," Maruyama said.
"Don't give me special treatment on my account, Haruki. Any toaster is fine. Just put one on the counter, and I'll pay for it," Akemi insisted.
"You got it!" He hoisted up a very modern three-slot toaster. "So, Akemi… I was thinking of going to the Lantern Festival in Yamaga this year and wondered if you want to come with me?"
"Oh, I don't know. Mom's getting on in age. It's hard to find time to leave her." She rubbed the back of her head, sounding slightly uncomfortable with his invitation.
Maruyama didn't notice, but I sure did. He was completely oblivious that she wasn't interested, and looked for any excuse to turn him down.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat, interrupting Maruyama's insistence. "I'm still here, you know? I need a phone for Tetsu!"
"Right, sorry! I'll go look for some. I might've shoved the older phones in my closet upstairs. Be right back." Maruyama nodded apologetically and disappeared into the second floor.
"Whew." Akemi waited until they heard shuffling above them. "Thanks, Marika. I was running out of excuses. Maruyama really can't take no for an answer."
"He's going to be back any minute. Better pay and leave before he does." I giggled.
She waved dismissively. "Nah. You break his chain of thought, and that's enough to stop him."
A buzzing phone made the hair on the back of my neck stand. I instinctively pressed a hand over its outline in my pocket. Fortunately, it wasn't mine. I breathed a sigh of relief when Akemi pulled out her phone. My mind wandered to the possibility that she might have the NTL app, too, until the corners of her lips tugged into a warm and soft smile.
"Hmmm? I know that look when I see it," I teased.
"Watch it." Akemi shut her phone, grinning. "His name is Sato. He messaged me after watching my videos. Works as a personal trainer in Osaka. We started talking and sent pictures to each other, and… had sparks. I know long distance relationships are lame, but I'm really liking this guy."
"Aww. I'm happy for you, Akemi. This means Tetsu owes me 5,000 Yen. He bet you wouldn't ever find a boyfriend. I was cheering you on all the way," I whispered.
"Well, sock Tetsu for me before I get to him myself." She rolled her eyes.
We changed numbers since I had a phone now. Maruyama returned a few minutes later, none the wiser.
"I got here a Nokia 1280. This model came out a little over a decade and a half ago. Mint condition. Let's say 7,500 Yen. I'll add this to the same plan as yours and Keita's. 5,500 for the phone, and another 2,000 on top of opening a new line," Maruyama explained.
Thankfully, I still had 46,000 Yen from Tetsu after paying for the first two phones. Still, that meant the monthly phone plan went up to 6,000 a month. If I needed more money, my points from the NTL app could be cashed out. I paid Maruyama for the new phone, and Akemi paid for her toaster.
I left feeling relieved that an NTL round hadn't come up while I was shopping. Or maybe it did, and I just didn't notice. Not good. The last thing I needed was for something to happen to Tetsu again because of this stupid game.
Thankfully, when I whipped my phone out, there was no such round or indication that I missed one.
"What's that? A mobile game?" Akemi leaned over my shoulder.
No! It slipped my mind that Akemi was still with me.
"It's nothing!" I tried to slink away.
"NTL, huh. You're holding out on me. It looks like a cute game. The avatar is adorable, too!" Akemi was already looking it up on her own phone.
My throat clenched. Guilt wracked at me from the inside. Akemi had already found someone she liked, and the NTL app would take control of her life like it was beginning to do to me.