The sun was shining bright, floating in a cloudless sky and offering its light to a strangely peaceful day.
Such calm, while it was truly a mystery for the other classes of the Kazehaya Institute, at least had an explanation for the 1-C.
It was called Alek.
"I want you all to be focused and visualize this, in order to make everything easier to understand. Remember, trigonometry, like math in general, isn't about memory, is about logic; so, given a unit circle and angle α, we call sine…"
Alek was drawing on the blackboard, using the chalk with such finesse that made him appearing similar to an artist, and a piece of art everything he was drawing. The students never seen anyone able to draw such perfect circles freehand, and also to write numbers and letter so clearly.
Even in those little things, he was embarrassingly perfect: almost like the world was a story written by God, and he was the main character of it, a divine self-insert able to do everything he wanted, the human incarnation of a supreme being.
Or maybe he was just fucking cool!
Whatever were the right words to describe his social mask, truth was that he had hypnotized the entire class just by being there and playing his role of teacher; but that hypnosis had nothing to do with his supernatural power: no metronome was ticking, no invisible chain was binding the students, and so free thought could spread.
"He put on a pink shirt and still looks amazing! How does he do that? He must have a secret past in modeling. Owww! I can imagine it!"
Sakura had bent to the side, getting closer to Hayase and whispering those words; this before starting to daydream about Alek's mysterious past, imagining him surrounded by paparazzi and wearing clothes designed to be the most uncomfortable possible. A wide stream of fantasies brutally killed by Nagatoro's cold voice.
"I don't like him", she whispered back and crossed her arms.
"Oh! Seriously? But why? He is so charming!"
Sakura's tone of voice was teasing, a little smile appeared on her face.
"Always so calm and peaceful, surely he is hiding something."
"Of course! A past in the fashion industry! Believe me."
"No… there's something off about him, I can feel it." Her voice tone would show even more irritation. "And also, someone that has so much care of himself probably is an arrogant prick."
"Come on, Hayacchi. Say the truth…" Sakura started to poke her shoulder, making her pout more. "You don't like beautiful men, that's why you spend so much time with senpai."
"It's not true!"
"It's true, admit it!"
"I beg pardon, am I missing something?"
The two girls would scream.
Their teacher sudden appeared behind them, catching their attention to his smiling face.
"Because, if you two are engaged in a discussion regarding my subject, I would like to take part of it."
"No… it's not…" said Sakura, nervous for being spotted not keeping attention.
"Then, you two were just ignoring my lesson? Maybe I should ground you…"
"No no! Please, Sifovich-sensei, we'll keep attention now. It won't happen again."
Those words were said only by Sakura, Nagatoro couldn't help to show openly her hostility towards the teacher, keeping her arms crossed. Alek noticed it, but his evil plotting remained hidden inside his heart, while his face was showing a bright smile.
"I hope so, and I also hope that all this distraction means that you feel sure about your study. Tomorrow there is the test, don't forget it."
Alek joined his hands together, intertwining his fingers and raising his eyes.
"Let's return to our lesson, shal… Oh! Before I forget!" he would look again towards Sakura. "When the class ends, before leaving, stay here for a minute. I want to talk you."
Then he returned to draw on the blackboard.
He had asked for silence, but after saying such things, the gossip started to grow rapidly like ivy on an abandoned building, reaching every corner in a sea of murmurs, significantly greater than before.
For some reason, Alek didn't seem to take care of it and continued to fill the board with essentials of trigonometry.
"What does he want from you?" asked Nagatoro, even more hostile than before.
"Maybe a love confession?" Sakura was excited, so much that seemed strange her eye pupils didn't became heart-shaped.
"Stop fantasize! He is dangerous, I can feel it."
"Sssh! Sifovich-sensei will ground us for sure if he catches us again!"
"Fine. Just…" the girl lowered her eyes and sighed. "Be careful, okay? I'm preoccupied."
"Awww! Don't worry, Hayacchi!"
And so, the math lesson ended.
A certain reluctance could be felt among the students: they would have preferred to remain, to be the spectators of that play on stage called "Whatever teacher Alek Sifovich has to say to Sakura", but obviously they couldn't.
After less than a minute, the class was empty, except for the teacher and the student.
"So… Sifovich-sensei wanted to say something to me?"
Sakura got closer to him, while he remained sat behind the desk, writing something on the class register. He didn't raised his eyes, which… wasn't really romantic, but Sakura was too in love to realize it.
"Miss, I noticed that… how can I say it politely? You've been pretty… 'touchy'… with me lately."
"Did I?"
It wasn't the right start for a love confession, but Sakura was still so blinded by love to believe that, somehow, it could be possible.
"Yes, and I'm asking you to stop."
He raised his eyes, and for the first time Sakura didn't lost in them, but felt cold shivers appearing on her skin.
"It's inappropriate, it's a risk for my career, and also…" he shrugged, with such a nonchalance that stabbed directly into her heart, making her feel pain for that lack of sensitivity. "...I'm already engaged, so I truly have no reason to let you act like that."
He lowered again his eyes, returning to his writing duty.
"Have a good day."
"Yes…"
Sakura was shocked, but she didn't manage to show it.
It was like her emotions, in the frenzy of coming out all together, got stuck in her heart: none of them appeared on her visage, leaving her with a lifeless expression.
With such grimace, she got outside the class: Nagatoro was there and, seeing her friend like that, she immediately felt her heart palpitating more and rushed closer.
"What happened, Sakura?"
"He… He…" she was shaking.
Then, her emotions burst out all together at the same moment.
"He rejected me!"
And she hugged her firmly, pushing her face against her shoulder and crying out loud. Nagatoro acted a bit clumsy, not used to give aid in such occasions, but she tried to caress her blonde hair and comfort her.
"Come on, don't cry. I said it: he is a jerk!"
"He is already engaged… It's not fair! AAAAH!" and more tears followed up.
But at least he isn't a creep, Nagatoro was about to say, but then she realized it was better to remain silent.
Alek was still inside the classroom, still scribbling on the register.
It could seem he didn't react at that turn of events, despite being able to listen Sakura's cries through the door – it wasn't a clever move if those girl would have wanted to be stealthy – but, if someone got closer to him, at certain point he could have heard him mumbling something to himself.
"Let's dance."
"Sakura, I want to talk with you about what you and your friends are doing inside my art club. I had consented to not close it, but there are certain behaviors that I can't permit: we have to discuss. Wait me at the main gate after lessons end."
That was what President Sunomiya had said about two hours and half earlier, with her adamant aura that always characterized her, along with the lewdness. It was hard to disobey to such a steady order, but Sakura was getting annoyed.
More than thirty minutes had passed, and Sana wasn't nowhere to be seen. After such a bad day, Sakura wanted to do anything but remaining in the Kazehaya Institute, desperately seeking for the comfort of her bedroom.
After all, why the President wanted to talk with her? It was Nagatoro that mainly spent time with her senpai, she just joined her sometimes.
Five minutes more passed and Sakura got really pissed off, but she hadn't the courage to openly go against her request, so she decided for a more "diplomatic" action: she would have searched for Sana inside the school; if, despite her commitment, she wasn't able to find her, she would decide to leave the school, whatever the consequences were.
The President couldn't act like she hadn't anything to do in the afternoon.
She started to wander across the school's hallways.
The silence was absolute, only broke by the regular sound of her footsteps. It felt wrong to be in school in that moment, like that place wasn't meant to be so desolated and silent.
Everything was giving back an odd sensation, making her desire even more to return home: but suddenly, some distant sounds catch her attention. They were soft, but the possible truth behind was so dreadful for her that… it simply made them louder, like a sudden explosion of paranoid dreams, an event able to deeply wound someone's psyche.
Like a suicidal animal about to cast itself in the fire, she was rushing towards the origin of those sounds; then, a door leading to a classroom appeared in her sight, the last gate separating her from the truth.
She suddenly stopped, her body felt ten time heavier. Opening that door would mean seeing that unacceptable reality: it was the act itself of casting her soul into fire, to sink deeper into the merciless vortex of fate and see with her own eyes the cruelty of that event denouement.
Maybe the right choice was to flee, but she didn't.
She opened slowly the door and looked inside.
She saw it.
Sana and Alek were there, inside that class.
The girl was bent over a desk, the white shirt open and her breast exposed. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties down, but Sakura couldn't see that clearly because behind her there was Alek: his left hand was pushing her back, squeezing more her boobs against the desk, while his hard manhood was strenuously pounding her pussy, moved by the vigor that such huge lust generated.
"Aaaah! I love you, Sana!" He said while moaning, not stopping what he was doing.
The President appeared totally dragged down by uncontrollable feelings: Sakura had never seen her that way, burning with such powerful passion. She seemed a totally different person, one that has reached unimaginable peaks of joy.
"I love you, sensei! I love you so much!"
Sana turned her head as much as she can, asking for a kiss. Her request was immediately satisfied, Alek leaned close to her and put his lips against hers, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, making it dancing with hers in a sloppy kiss.
It was while enjoying that sea of rapture that Sana's vision made her notice Sakura at the door.
"Ah! What are you doing here? I said to wait outside…"
Sana flinched, and Alek seemed to flinch too.
Maybe they have said something, but Sakura couldn't hear them.
She was running away.
The tears were flowing on her cheeks, and her vision would get blurry while she was running. The walls around her appeared so convoluted, like the building had became a sentient being, openly fighting against her in order to make her lose, to forbid her escaping that nightmare.
Because it was a nightmare: one thing is to be heartbroken, another one is to see that. All her hopes being crushed in such a vulgar way, with a piercing blow that directly stabbed her heart, not leaving anything except for a great pain and a big void, and also a poisonous emotion that was intoxicating her soul.
She felt weak, she felt miserable, she felt worthless.
And even when she managed to get out the school, the images and the sounds were still swirling around her. She could see them like winged-devils, ruthlessly laughing at her and her ingenuity, corrupting the world around her and forcing her to realize she had lost her innocence.
She continued to run, non-stop.
"Shouldn't we go after her, Sifovich-sensei?"
Sana was asking. She sat on the desk, looking at the door where she saw Sakura.
"We don't need to. It's not part of the plan."
"Isn't a bit risky, sensei?"
"Yes, it is." Alek rubbed his hands together, not appearing nervous at all.
"But, if my deductions are correct, everything will be in our favor, my dear."
She crossed her arms under her boobs, standing upright and doing a proud smile.
"Helping sensei makes me feel happy!"
"And sensei is happy to have such a good little helper."
He got closer and caressed her hair, smiling and looking inside her eyes.
"Now, come on. Bend again."
"Do sensei wants to continue?"
"Of course. Am I perhaps someone who leaves things halfway? Well, I ain't."
Sana too was happy to serve him.
A couple of days would pass, and Alek deductions seemed to be truly correct.
Sakura hadn't told to anyone what she had seen, and she lived those days painfully, feeling the toxin of that truth consuming her inner-world. Her weakened mind, her poisoned soul, leaded her through a path where her personality was falling apart, making her body feel like a cold empty shell.
People around her would notice something wasn't right in her, but she ignored their attempts to help her. The reason was that she simply knew how they meant to help her, what words they would say to her and… she simply felt that those weren't the right words, the ones she needed.
She was desperately looking for someone who would tell her what she wanted to hear, while not knowing what she truly wanted to hear.
A paradox that was keeping her unmoving, immobilized.
Then Alek summoned her to his office.
"Good morning."
Alek was sitting behind the desk, a huge pile of papers was standing on it: they were all the math tests, he corrected them all.
"Do you know why are you here?" he continued, because Sakura didn't answered.
The girl remained silent for some seconds before answering.
"The test didn't go well?" her eyes were looking towards the floor, she tried to hide her emotions while talking.
"At least you know it." Alek took a paper from the pile, it was full of red marks.
"You've scored the worst grade in the classroom this time, and I can't come up with the reason. You were improving!"
Alek tried to search her eyes behind her blonde curls, that were covering her face.
"There's something that bothers you?"
Those words, that Alek pronounced so naturally, like he didn't know exactly what was bothering her, turned all of her angst, her misery, into a bursting rage.
"You are pervert!"
She said raising her eyes and looking towards him, burning in vicious rage and pure hatred; but it didn't lasted long. Alek didn't reacted at all, and that made her feel fear.
"Am I?" he kept his composure, like he felt calm, totally in control of the situation.
But, he couldn't really be, could he? If he could… in which devious plot she had fallen? Sakura started to feel even more fear, and to understand that Nagatoro was right: Alek was dangerous.
"Then, why haven't you told it to someone? You could have easily denounced me, don't you think? Why haven't you done it?"
"I… I…"
Alek's eyes never looked like so cold, so cruel. Sakura felt them piercing her being, leaving her defenseless. Even though, it wasn't just the glacial landscape shown by his irises, it was also the metronome.
When did he turned it on? She honestly didn't remember it, but that sound was unbearable: it felt so loud, so horribly stunning. It made her impossible to move, to think clearly.
"I know why you haven't done it."
Alek stood up and started to walk towards her. Slowly, every step felt like an eternity, it made her feel the slowly increasing suffocating terror of an imminent danger. She couldn't spoke, and she couldn't do anything but looking at him.
"The problem wasn't that I was having sex with a student, but that said student wasn't you. Am I right?"
He was right! That awful living being, which she believed to be the man she loved, was cruelly revealing the true nature of her emotions to herself. She didn't felt disgust, she felt jealousy.
"See, I know perfectly what you are…"
Alek was in front of her. It seemed almost that reality was bending, crumpling around him to make his figure appearing even more in the foreground.
"No more than a worthless whore. An arrogant bimbo girl that uses her body to control men, believing that her beauty and her lascivious attitude is everything she needs to be in power. That's what you are, don't you think?"
Sakura cheeks were getting covered in tears, and she couldn't help but sobbing; then, her eyes opened wide and her face suddenly changed. Alek had abruptly grabbed her neck, using such strength that, at his own whim, he could have not only choke her, but snap her neck.
"Lots and lots of people have wronged me in past: they were cleverer than you, but they were still fools. Because, you see, the man whose name is Alek Sifovich ain't no puppet, but he is the puppeteer of this whole loathsome world."
He suddenly freed her neck, just to raise the same hand and slapping her face. The pain made Sakura step back and shriek a bit, but then she felt again immobilized and forced to look at him.
The tears were flowing even more.
"What's up, my darling? I had to punish you. Trying to seduce a teacher is against the good costumes, and you're still willing to be immoral. I'll prove it to you".
He walked closer to her, looking into her eyes and then gently leaning towards her, until she could feel his hot breath against her lips.
"Do you want to kiss me?" he whispered softly.
Despite such violence, she was ashamed because something inside her was willing to kiss him.
So, she tried to do it, to put her lips against his, but suddenly his hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her on her knees. In that moment, she had her eyes pointed towards Alek's pants, which were being opened by him, revealing his hard throbbing boner.
"Then, kiss my cock."
She didn't want it to do: but that, of course, didn't mean anything.
Alek sank his fingers in her golden hair, grabbing her head like a small toy and pushing the tip against her lips. Soon, the hard cock violated her mouth, and without pauses it went all the way through reaching her throat.
She closed her eyes and contracted her face, feeling the violation blocking her breath; her tanned skin got redder, she never had a dick in her mouth, she wasn't knowledgeable how to deal with it and she hadn't any intentions to learn.
However, when she tried to fight back, an invisible force lead her to accept it even more. After some seconds, Alek's cock was all inside her throat, and her lips were caressing his crotch: the penis was all throbbing inside her.
"Aaah! Your mouth is tighter than Sunomiya's one!" he said while moaning, then he started to pound her mouth, using it like a pleasure device not linked to a human being, without any care or mercy.
The same force that prevented her from fighting back, was also controlling her actions on that cock. Her mouth started to suck it, and the tongue to lick his shaft, exploring its entirety and stimulating every inches using the tip.
Alek was moaning, but the most absurd thing was Sakura getting used to. Once having ignored the disgust, the girl started to find natural sucking it: her mouth was like made for that, and feeling that big hard throbbing thing inside it felt so right.
Without even noticing it, she grabbed his hips and started to do it on her own: Alek wasn't leading her anymore, but just keeping the right hand on her head, while she was sucking him with loud slurping noises.
Alek's dick got harder and hotter inside her mouth, making her feel willing to go faster. She simply did it, driving that blowjob with a faster pace and using her tongue even more. Similarly to Alek, also her body was reacting too.
A warm flow of blood got all around inside her body, making her feel sweaty: her nipples got hard, and her pussy was wetting her panties, leaking a bit on the floor.
Her eyes were open, and they were looking up, to her sensei's face: it was all red, with his eyes closed and the mouth opened just for moaning. Such vision made her feel… pleased.
A worm of depravity was digging in her mind, reaching for the core of her soul, making her realize that maybe, just maybe, being like that – a little slutty girl, totally submissive and worthy only to suck her sensei's cock – was the right thing.
After all, Alek seemed so happy, and she always wanted to make him happy.
That could have been the right way to do it.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard outside the door.
Alek, who seemed totally lost in pleasure, swiftly snapped back to reality and reacted.
"Someone's coming. Don't stop! I have an idea."
He forced her to rush towards the desk with him.
"Good morning, Sifovich-sensei."
Maki Gamou got inside the office.
Her sight immediately focused on Alek's figure, he was sitting behind his desk. Nothing seemed off to her eyes, he was just there, blocked in his charming prince perfection: she couldn't know that, under that desk, there was her friend, worshipping his cock like her life depended on it. Alek's left hand was holding the back of her head, not letting her doing anything different.
"Good morning, miss Gamou. There's something you need?"
"Yes." The girl got closer, and Sakura felt a bit of embarrassment for the possibility of being caught. "I wanted to inform that I won't come to school in the next three days. I have some trouble at home, so…"
"There's no problem at all."
Despite having his dick sucked, Alek was acting so natural.
Someone could have thought it never had passed a day without him lying and playing a role. It would have been right to think so, because it was true.
"And also…" from the face of the girl, surrounded by unkempt ginger hair, came a hostile look. "You should be ashamed for what you've done."
"I'm not getting what you mean, miss Gamou."
Alek was so calm that was clearly faking that calm. Despite his amazing qualities, deal with a blowjob and an eyesore it was demanding even for him. A bit of hatred was shining from his eyes.
Gamou wasn't scared – her aggressive temper gave her the courage, and the recklessness, to deal openly with a professor.
"Sakura was in love with you, and you made her cry."
Hearing her own name, Sakura's rhythm slowed down. Something was moving inside her: she would have stopped, but Alek's hand was still holding her head.
"I don't understand. Did you expected me to start a relationship with a student?"
Alek was getting nervous, but he was still able to hide it.
"No, but you treated her feelings like trash. You're awful!"
"Miss Gamou, I suggest you to watch your tong…"
"I know what you are!"
She got suddenly closer, putting her hands on the desk and being just few inches from Alek's face, and even fewer from Sakura under the desk.
"You act so cool and perfect, believing you are in power to do everything you want, but in the end you're just an arrogant jerk. You're disgusting!"
Sakura heard those words, and they felt like a guiding light in the darkest night.
The metronome rhythm wasn't loud anymore, her thoughts and self-consciousness returned to flow in a natural way, making her realize what she was truly doing. She felt disgust, and the need to fight back, so she did so.
Firstly, she tried to push herself back, but Alek's strength revealed to be enough to prevent her from doing it. So, she started to bite him and then to whine.
Alek felt the spike of pain, and he reacted with even a greater strength, while covering her scream with a punch on the desk. Sakura stopped to fight back, but not because she was hypnotized, but because she was in terror!
Alek's strength was inhumane, she felt like that man could easily crush her head, like a piece of polystyrene.
Gamou got scared too.
With that punch, Alek's facial expression mutated. He appeared to be on the verge of a psychotic breakdown, and a hellish fire of hatred was roaring from his eyes.
"Miss Gamou…" he said, his voice was ominous. "If I hear another unkind word from your mouth, I'll ask for your suspension. It would be cruel to give such displeasure to your family, don't you think?"
Alek barely contained a nervous laugh.
Gamou was stepping back, feeling in need to flee away.
"I'm sorry, Sifovich-sensei."
Alek seemed returning to normality: or, at least, what he made people thinking it was normality.
"I forgive you. Now go! Before I change my mind."
"Yes, Sifovich-sensei."
The girl got outside the office: her hands were trembling, his body shaking.
"Hayacchi was right. That man isn't just dangerous, he is a psychopath!"
Then, she started to walk away. Quickly, like she was running.
Meanwhile, inside his office, Alek's arousal had all disappeared for the pain of Sakura's bite. The metronome was still ticking, extending again his dark power over her; so, if she was pulling off Alek's cock from her mouth, it was because he wanted her to do it.
"Tell me, Sakura…"
His voice was cold, emotionless; he remained still, like a statue of stone.
It was the calm before the tempest.
"Tell me… why shouldn't I kill you!?"
Both his hands reached her neck, strangling it with uncontrollable rage. It was so thin in his grip, a little wooden staff held by the hands of an ogre with herculean strength. At his own will, he couldn't have break it, crushing all her hopes and dreams into nothingness, covering her with the cold mantle of death.
Such a cruel God's spite, making the precious life so fragile.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!" she prayed, removing all her stripes of dignity to not meet such miserable end. Every second was a dagger in her heart, because no will of giving salvation could be read in Alek's eyes.
"You're sorry? Prove it!"
"I'll do everything you want! Please!"
So many tears, flowing from red eyes across a red visage.
"Everything?"
"Everything!"
Alek removed his hands, and Sakura fell on the ground, catching for all the air she had missed: her heart was beating so fast, the sweat had got every part of her wet.
Alek wasn't looking at her, he wrote something on a piece of paper and handed to her.
"Let's meet this evening at this address."
"Yes…" she said with a low tone of voice, slowly taking it from his hand.
"And come, or I promise that I finish what I haven't done here. Is it clear?"
"Is it, Sifovich-sensei. I'm so sorry!"
"Go away, slut!"
Alek remained alone in his office, with the only company of the ticking metronome on his desk.
He opened the drawer and took the alcohol, then he filled a glass of it.
It had difficulty in completing that task, his hands were shaking so much.
"Don't you dare to say anything! I still haven't failed my mission…"
He said to the metronome, before drinking all the liquor in one sip. A warm feeling started to fill his body, relaxing his nerves.
"And also, it's your fault. You've lose your hold."
Some seconds passed, then Alek talked again.
"Yes, whatever you said. You never admit your flaws."
He filled another glassful of liquor and drank it.
"Remember, if I die again, I cast you into the hellfire together with my soul. Don't wrong me again."
The metronome turned off on its own.
Alek remained alone.
Just him and the silence of his office.
