Chapter 50: Ana’s Business Proposal
The walk from the hallway to the Principal’s office was a slow return to reality. Sora walked a half-step behind Jun, her heart still hammering against her ribs and her skin humming from the touch of his hands. She tried to maintain her “Iron Lady” composure, but her cheeks remained a soft, tell-tale pink, and her breathing hadn’t quite returned to normal.
When they finally entered the office, Ana was already waiting. She was seated behind her massive mahogany desk, her chin resting on her hand, her silver hair catching the light. She didn’t look up immediately, instead staring at a tablet in her hand with an expression of mild boredom.
“You’re late,” Ana remarked, her voice cool and dry. “By approximately four minutes and twelve seconds.”
She finally looked up, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto Sora. Ana’s gaze lingered on a stray lock of hair that had fallen across Sora’s forehead and the slight, tell-tale disarray of her uniform—a button slightly askew, the fabric of her blazer pulled taut in a way that suggested a recent, frantic struggle. A knowing, playful smile curved the Principal’s lips.
“Though, I suppose I can’t blame the ‘passions of youth’ for a few minutes of tardiness,” Ana teased, her tone suggestive.
Sora jumped as if she had been struck by an electric current. Her hand flew to her hair to tidy it, her fingers trembling slightly. She quickly checked her clothing, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson that spread from her cheeks down to her collarbone. She felt an overwhelming sense of exposure, as if Ana could see right through her clothes to the hickey burning on her neck and the lingering heat between her thighs.
She knows, Sora thought, her heart hammering. She knows exactly what we were doing.
The embarrassment was intense, but as Sora looked at Jun, she felt a strange, fluttering sensation in her stomach. There was something intoxicating about the fact that her “disarray” was so obvious—that she had been so thoroughly claimed by Jun that even the most disciplined woman in the Academy could tell. Instead of feeling ashamed, a wave of submissive pride washed over her. She felt like a marked woman, and the realization made her breath hitch.
Ana leaned back in her chair, her expression turning thoughtful. “Honestly, it’s refreshing. Most of the other Prime Candidates treat their guides like obligations or trophies. They go through the motions, they do the bare minimum, and they wonder why their partners look so miserable. But you…” she looked at Jun, her eyes twinkling. “You’re actually passionate. It’s a rare trait in this generation of ‘elites.’”
Sora lowered her head, unable to meet Ana’s gaze, but a small, shy smile played on her lips. She felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a sense of validation that her devotion to Jun was recognized. She didn’t want to be a “trophy”; she wanted to be exactly what Ana described—someone who was passionately, viscerally desired.
Jun didn’t smile, but he didn’t look away. “I don’t believe in doing things halfway,” he replied simply.
Ana let out a soft, humming sound, her gaze drifting. “Which is exactly why we need to talk. I’ll get straight to the point, since you two clearly have more pressing matters to attend to than my schedule.”
Jun shifted in his seat, his expression neutral. “Why was I called here, Principal?”
Ana let out a small, theatrical grumble. “Young people today… so impatient. Where is the art of the build-up?” She sighed, then leaned forward, her expression turning business-like. “Jun, I’m offering you a deal. Are you interested in increasing your public fame and earning some very significant extra income?”
Jun glanced at Sora, who looked completely bewildered. She had no idea what the Principal was talking about. Jun turned back to Ana, his eyes narrowing. “What exactly are you scheming, Principal?”
Ana smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. “The private screenings of your first encounter with Sora… they’ve caused a storm. The girls are obsessed. They aren’t just curious about your virility; they want to see exactly how you ‘wrecked’ Sora. There is a massive, untapped demand for more footage. High-quality, intimate recordings of your… interactions.”
Sora let out a small gasp, her hands flying up to cover her face. The thought of her most private moments being viewed by others—even within the Academy—sent a surge of shyness through her, but beneath it was a thrill. The idea of being “seen” as Jun’s woman by the entire student body was an intoxicating prospect.
Jun, however, was already thinking about the numbers. “And the cut?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
“Standard Academy distribution,” Ana replied smoothly. “Seventy percent to the Academy, thirty percent to the Prime.”
Jun’s expression didn’t change, but his voice grew colder. “I want the other way around. Seventy for me, thirty for the Academy. Besides,” he added, his gaze piercing through her, “does that money actually go to the Academy’s general fund, or does it find its way into a private account?”
Ana froze for a split second, her face shifting into a mask of innocence. She turned her head slightly and let out a casual, airy whistle, avoiding his gaze. It was a clear admission; she had planned to skim a significant portion of the profits for her own pocket.
“Let’s be reasonable,” Ana countered, her voice returning to a negotiating tone. “Sixty-forty. That’s a very generous offer for a student.”
“Seventy-thirty,” Jun replied instantly. “And I want a full audit of the distribution.”
Ana groaned, leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling. “You are exactly like your mother,” she muttered, her voice filled with a mixture of frustration and respect. “Always pushing, always calculating… always ending up on the winning end of the deal. Fine! Seventy-thirty it is. You’re a menace, Jun.”
Jun didn’t react to the “menace” comment. Instead, he turned to Sora. “Do you mind? It’s your privacy on the line, not just mine.”
Sora looked at Jun, her eyes soft and devoted. She thought about the “Iron Lady” she had to be for the world, and the submissive woman she got to be for him. If Jun wanted the world to see how he claimed her, she was more than happy to comply.
“If you don’t mind, Jun-sama… then I don’t mind either,” Sora whispered, her voice filled with trust. “I don’t care what the ‘purists’ think. I only care about you.”
Ana sighed and reached for a digital contract, her expression returning to its professional neutrality. “Very well. We have a deal. Although, looking at the reaction to the initial screenings, I suspect ‘too scandalous’ is exactly what the students are craving. Just be prepared for the fallout; if the footage is as intense as the rumors suggest, I’ll have a riot on my hands.”
Jun signed the document without hesitation. The deal was struck, and as he stood up to leave, he knew that the “business” of his pleasure was only just beginning.