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School sucks.
Imagine having to spend nearly half of the day just listening to some maths that would be irrelevant in the future. Like… how the hell are you gonna apply exponentiation in real life?
At least the girls in this school are cute.
‘Sex… Sex…’ Denji muttered in his sleep.
“Denji! Are you sleeping!?” Mr. Tanaka threw chalk at the sleepy student’s head, leaving a small white stain on his blonde hair. This, of course, happened many times, not just once though. “No sleeping my class!” With that, he returned back to his teaching, Denji slowly raising his head up.
The rest of the boys giggled at the sight of Denji’s drool hanging in his mouth, which the girls found disgusting and gross. His vision was slowly getting clearer from the dizziness. Don’t mind him, he jacked off a few times before going to sleep. It really helps him fall asleep faster.
He slept at 4 AM though.
Although the pain did wake him up, Denji’s eyes closed again and then his head wobbly slammed on the table again. Hearing some snorts from behind him, Mr. Tanaka gritted his teeth before turning around, grabbing another chalk, and throwing it at the sleeping boy again.
“DENJI!!”
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“How much?”
“5 grams… 350000 yen.” Selling cocaine isn’t as hard as Denji thought. Not many people know that he was currently working as a drug dealer for the Yakuza. Being a high schooler does have its perk, such as having a high chance. of not getting suspected by the police.
The buyer hungrily snatched the bag but he didn’t give Denji the money. “Hold on. Wanna test if it’s high quality.” He was a bit suspicious about Denji as he was a student, and a student wouldn’t have any business with the Yakuza. The boy reluctantly let the man sniff the cocaine. “Familiar smell! Here’s your money, boy!”
Denji grinned after receiving a stash of money. Another day, another success. “300000… 350000…” According to the contract, he would have to give the Yakuza 90% of his earning to them, which means he would only earn 35000 yen from this deal.
Working this job is very tiresome, especially at night. You have to go around the city to look for buyers and negotiate with them, also have to avoid police and dangerous people who could kill you to have all of the cocaine.
“Why kid your age selling drugs?” The buyer looked from the bottom to Denji’s hair, noticing that he was wearing his school uniform. “You're supposed to be in school, aren’t you?” This surprised Denji, not because someone noticed he was skipping class, but because an addict was telling him to go back to school.
Denji clicked his tongue, putting the stash of money in his pants pocket. “Nah, I wouldn’t waste my time listening to some maths while I could make extra money selling these.”
“Well…” The buyer spat on the trash can. “Don’t really care about your situation.” And then, he exited the alley, looking around to see if there were any policemen standing in the road. With 35000 only, he could buy more erotic magazines or porn DVDs to watch.
Just like usual, Denji would have to hide the money somewhere so his deadbeat dad wouldn’t steal it while he was going to school. Either that he would use up all of that to gamble or to buy alcohol.
Although he didn’t make much today, it was enough for him to buy something nice for his mother, something other than medicine. “Ramen… or Soba?” He could easily guess what kind of cigarette brand his father usually smokes, but it’s hard to buy something that his mother would be pleased with.
He hates thinking.
“Ramen isn’t a go-to choice for people with a heart condition. Soba is probably the best choice.”
Denji flinched hard when he heard a soothing voice right behind him. Instinctively, he hid the drug bags inside his pants to avoid suspicion. “Oh… Makima-sensei! What… What are you doing here?” He certainly doesn’t want anyone to find out that he was selling drugs for the Yakuza.
“I should ask you that question, Denji-kun. Why are you skipping classes?” He began to sweat profusely as Makima looked at the noticeable bulge in his pants. No, it wasn’t his dick, it was the bags of cocaine hidden in his underwear. “It’s against the school’s rules.”
He snuck out during recess, climbing through the iron fences and then proceeding to get some cocaine. Usually, he would say that he had constipation so the teacher wouldn’t notice his absence, and he would be back after an hour max. “I… My mom said she fainted so-
“I just met your mother going to the supermarket just two minutes ago, and she seems very healthy.”
Shit. “I…” Denji rubbed his left elbow and looked down in shame. “I snuck out.” Makima’s facial expression didn’t change at his admission.
“This isn’t your first time skipping classes, I presume.” If he remembers correctly, this is the 13th time, or is it the 14th? And no one had ever found out, well, Makima did find out. But at least she didn’t know that he was selling drugs. “You could potentially get retention if your homeroom teacher found out.”
No, Aki would kill him if she learned that he skipped class. There’s a reason why Denji didn’t even have any interest in his homeroom teacher. She always scowls, stoic, she does have a pretty face though, but her personality kinda ruins it.
And she is really, really scary when mad.
“Please, don’t tell Hayakawa-sensei about this, Makima-sensei!” He begged her, bowing his head low. He would gladly be used like a chair rather than having detention with Hayakawa-sensei.
“Actually.” Makima smiled, fixing her collar while Denji looked at her, confused. “Hayakawa-sensei asked me if I could help you with her attitude and grades, as the midterm exam is coming near. I agreed to help her.” Denji’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of a personal tutor with her.
He hates studying, maths, geography, or basically anything about schools. Not girls though. It’s his only motivation to stay awake in class, girls. Out of all, he likes all of them. From that one chick who destroys everything in the canteen, or that girl who has eight earrings, or that girl who is very good at swimming.
He wanted to have sex. Lots of sex. With lots of girls.
Except for Hayakawa-sensei, of course. She is definitely not a suitable partner for sex.
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Math sucks! School sucks! But since Makima is lecturing him, it doesn’t suck.
“Ah. You got this equation wrong, Denji.” The test told him to estimate a person’s height, and somehow Denji solved it to -56ft. “Minus with minus become plus, and some calculation units such as height or numbers of objects should be positive.”
Unlike that one math teacher, Tanaka, Makima is gentler and soft-spoken toward him. She doesn’t shout at him, just a simple reminder, and then helps him fix the problem. Besides, having an alone learning session after class is nice, as no other students would interrupt them.
‘Man, I wanna have sex with Makima-sensei…’ The way she teaches, her fingers tap on his notebook. Denji specifically likes the male teacher-female teacher trope. He likes it when the male student struggles to solve a math question, then the teacher would offer him to touch her boobs to lighten up his mood. And then boom, sex happens.
But, this is boring.
Denji groaned as his forehead slammed into the table from boredom. “What is the problem, Denji?” He hates studying very much, and even though he was being lectured by Makima, math isn’t that interesting to him. A five-minute math lesson would put him to sleep easily.
“I’m just bored… Like… I don’t even wanna try my hardest into studying. Even if I was tied into a chair, with someone holding a gun at my head, I wouldn’t even sit for three minutes.” So basically, he is unmotivated.
“Is that so?” She tilted her head, looking at his notebook. Denji is more like a street-smart boy, just not an academic one. She is aware that he is not motivated to learn math, and she might have a solution for that.
Denji once brought a porn magazine to school and got caught by the principal, then the rumor spread among the teachers. Himeno said she saw him staring at her butt during PE class. That explained why he was fully awake only during Himeno’s class.
She cleared her throat. “How about an agreement, Denji?” Denji barely glanced at her with disinterest until he saw something fascinating. Slowly but making it more exciting for them both, Makima unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her bra.
“Ma-Makima-sensei!?” The boys would definitely kill each other to be in his place. And oh boy, they wouldn’t believe Denji if he said that he saw her underwear. His eyes were fixated on her chest, a line of drool hanging from his mouth.
But then she unexpectedly took off her coat, she stopped and offered a smile. “Every time you manage to solve one equation correctly, I will unbutton one. If not, I will button two.” He wanted to see more of her bare flesh, but he sucks ass at math.
But… he was now….
MOTIVATED!
Although this is too sexual for a teacher to do, at least it somewhat motivated him, considering that Denji nodded obediently before going back to deal with the problems. Math, a subject he hated, now… seems so fucking easy. Suddenly so fucking easy.
He is like Ein-motherfucking-stein now.
“I get it now!” His intelligence stat spiked whenever someone offered him sexual things. Even Makima was surprised that he was concentrating hard to find a way to solve that problem. One mistake, no more boobs.
“Hmm. I’m impressed.” So far, he managed to get all the equations right, just maybe too messy, but that’s not a problem.
“Done!” He grinned proudly after solving all of the equations. Makima, with a gentle smile, checked the result, with her right hand dangling on her shirt’s button. One right, she unbuttoned one. Another one and Denji licked his lips as Makima looked at him with a smirk.
Teasing a young boy is fun, especially since he was poking his tongue out like a dog awaiting bones. And just like that, he magically got all five questions right, and that means she fully unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her body to him.
It was majestic, flawless. The way she slowly ran her fingers through her waist was so intriguing that he could feel himself having a boner. Through her guidance, Makima took his right hand and placed it on her breast. His hand subconsciously squeezed, earning a chuckle from her. Like a curious child, he started to gently grope her breast through her bra.
He was not that impolite to order her to remove her bra, but he wanted to do the main thing of sex. “Every time you are bored, unmotivated to study, think of me.” Denji looked up to her with a blush as she guided his index finger to her mouth, and slightly bit it. “How about a promise between us?”
“W…What promise, Makima-sensei?” Denji gulped.
“The midterm exam, if you pass it,” She smirked, leaning closer to his. His blush more reddened as he could feel her hot breath hitting on his ear. “I will have sex with you.” Denji couldn’t believe what she had just said. Makima just offered him sexual intercourse if he passed the midterm. At that moment, the math doesn’t suck anymore.
His dream was a step closer to becoming true but that doesn’t mean he should get cocky. He had to pass the exam, or there would be no promise about sex. So, he had to study. Harder!
“I-I will try my best, Makima-sensei!” He made a peace sign, poking his tongue out like a dog. “I will pass the exam, easily!” She huffed at his bold promise. And that’s settled, Akera would now have to buy her some beer for this one. After all, dealing with Denji was not that hard, you just have to be a female.
Schools don't suck.
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Something is off, she can feel it.
“SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! I WANNA STUDY!” Since when did Denji become so responsible? He is infamous for being rebellious, naughty, and stubborn, but now, he was shutting up everyone just to focus on her lessons.
So far, she has yet to receive a single complaint from any of her colleagues. Tanaka said that he was oddly quiet and fully awake during his class, and English teacher Kusakabe told her that he asked him if he could teach him again. Only Himeno was upset because he focused on the class more than her ass.
Makima did her job well, and she should celebrate by hosting a drink-out after the midterm exam ends with her co-workers.