Chapter 7: The Principal’s Office
The heavy mahogany doors opened with a soft click, and Jun stepped into the Principal’s office. Sora followed a half-step behind him, her presence as silent and elegant as ever, though her eyes remained fixed on Jun with a look of absolute devotion.
The office was an expanse of luxury and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Academy’s skyline, but the room itself felt more like a private lounge than a place of business. Plush velvet sofas, antique bookshelves, and the scent of expensive sandalwood filled the air.
Behind a massive obsidian desk sat the Principal.
She was a woman who commanded the room without saying a word. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but she possessed the timeless, radiant beauty of a woman in her prime. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes, a piercing, crystalline blue, sparkled with a mixture of intelligence and amusement. She was Russian, her features sharp yet feminine, and she wore her authority with a relaxed, effortless grace that made the “Iron Lady” persona of the students seem amateur.
As Jun entered, the Principal didn’t stand; instead, she leaned back in her leather chair, a playful, knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Welcome, Prime Candidate Jun,” she began, her voice a rich, velvety contralto with a faint, melodic Russian accent. “I trust your journey to the island was… stimulating?”
Jun smiled, his expression calm and confident. He didn’t feel the need to be formal; there was something about the Principal’s energy that felt welcoming, almost intimate. “It was certainly interesting, Ma’am. I’ve never had such a warm welcome.”
The Principal chuckled, a low, musical sound. “I imagine. I’ve seen the data, Jun. A man of your… proportions… rarely goes unnoticed.”
Jun glanced back at Sora, who was standing perfectly still, though her cheeks were beginning to pink. “I have to say, I’m very impressed with Sora,” Jun said, his voice smooth and teasing. “Her attentiveness during the flight was… exceptional. And her ability to handle ‘administrative problems’ at the landing zone was truly a sight to behold.”
The implication was clear. He was talking about the blowjob in the plane and the way Sora had practically chased the other women away.
Sora’s face exploded into a vivid crimson. She let out a small, stifled gasp, her hands clutching her skirt. She looked away, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to maintain her poise, but the sheer pleasure of being praised in front of the highest authority in the Academy was too much.
“O-oh… Jun-sama… please don’t be so… explicit,” she whispered, her voice a shaky, embarrassed mess.
The Principal let out a hearty, genuine laugh, her blue eyes shimmering. She looked at Sora with a maternal fondness, as if seeing a reflection of her own youth.
“Look at her,” the Principal teased, her voice warm. “It’s so rare to see a student react like a proper young girl these days. Most of them are so focused on the ‘competition’ that they forget how to simply be… smitten.” She turned her gaze back to Jun, her expression becoming more curious. “Tell me, Jun. Am I correct in assuming you are happy with Sora as your guide and partner?”
Jun didn’t hesitate. “Very happy.”
The Principal nodded, her smile softening. “Good. She is a wonderful girl, though a bit too stiff in her public life. I suspect you’re exactly the kind of influence she needs.”
The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment. The Principal’s gaze turned thoughtful, a flicker of nostalgia crossing her face.
“You know, Jun,” she began, her voice dropping to a more intimate register, “I was quite surprised when I saw your file. Not just the virility data, but your mother’s name. Eunha, isn’t it?”
Jun blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “Yes. How do you know my mother?”
The Principal’s smile widened, though it carried a hint of shared secrets. “Oh, your mother and I go back a long way. We were… ‘cock sisters,’ as it were. We shared the same man back when we were students here, years ago.”
Jun’s expression twitched. For a split second, his composed mask slipped. The mention of his father—the man who had abandoned them for the fame of fathering a boy—sent a sharp, cold ripple through his chest. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t let the unhappiness show on his face, but his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
The Principal noticed the shift. She was a woman of high intuition, and she recognized the shadow that had just crossed his features. However, instead of prying, she simply gave him a supportive, understanding nod.
“She was a wonderful companion,” the Principal added softly. “And a brilliant cook. I still remember the way she could turn a simple meal into a feast. I suspect she’s passed some of that warmth onto you.”
Jun regained his composure, his expression returning to its usual calm. “I’m sure she has,” he replied simply.
The Principal stood up, her movements fluid and elegant. She reached for a leather-bound booklet on her desk and slid it across the obsidian surface toward Jun.
“Now, to the matter at hand,” she said, her voice returning to a professional yet playful tone. “As a Prime Candidate, you have certain… responsibilities. And certain privileges.”
Jun reached out and picked up the booklet. He noticed the weight of it—it was a physical, printed document, something almost unheard of in a world of digital tablets and holographic displays.
“A printed book?” Jun murmured, glancing at the Principal. “That’s a rarity these days.”
“For a man of your status, I thought a tangible record was more appropriate,” the Principal replied, her eyes twinkling. “Go on. Open it. I want to see your reaction.”
Jun slowly flipped open the cover.
His breath hitched.
Inside, the pages were filled with high-resolution photographs of women. They weren’t just any women; they were the elite of the Academy, the most beautiful, talented, and high-status students. Each photo was accompanied by a detailed profile—their academic achievements, their family prestige, and most importantly, their biological compatibility data.
Jun stared at the images, the vibrant colors and the striking beauty of the women staring back at him. He could feel Sora’s gaze on him, her breath hitching as she realized what the booklet was.
He had just been handed a catalog of the most desirable women in the world, and for the first time, he realized that the Academy wasn’t just a school.
It was a playground.