【The Girls' School Teacher】(Episode 1, Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1 Heading to the

Girls' School March 11, 2000.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now landed at Narita Airport in Tokyo. Thank you for flying with ANA

Airlines..."

The flight attendant's sweet voice rang out over the intercom. The plane was taxiing on the runway, and it would be some time

before set foot on Japanese soil.

I closed my eyes, and that letter reappeared in my mind: Kid, when you see this letter, it means

my enemies have found me. Congratulations, you can happily get rid of your vampire master. Don't

even think about helping me get revenge. You'd better go to Japan right now. I've found you a very promising job there.

You're not allowed to leave for three years. Only after three years are you allowed to return to America, to Hideout Point 36, and take out

the second letter I left for you... Haha, kid, speaking of which, you'll be eighteen on March 18th, right?

There are so many beautiful women in Japan. If you don't manage to seduce at least ten or eight, when you go to heaven, I'll

kick you back to hell!

As I read the letter, an image of a sleazy old man, speaking with exaggerated gestures, flashed through my mind

.

That's exactly what old men are like; they never know what happiness is. Even as they wrote this farewell letter

, they must have been smiling!

The entire plane jolted, the cabin lights suddenly blazed on, and I slipped off the plane into the crowd. After a

quick customs check, I walked out of Narita Airport.

"Tokyo, Ashikaga Ward, Sakura-cho, Sakura Academy,"

I uttered a few words and then fell silent. For someone fluent in Chinese, English, German, French, Portuguese, Japanese, and

Arabic Japanese was a piece of cake. Moreover, I could speak

both classical and modern Japanese, and, when necessary, even fluent Edo-era aristocratic Japanese.

A middle-aged man in a driver's uniform, wearing snow-white gloves and a large round hat nodded cautiously and started his

Crown taxi.

It's never been before that I traveled from Narita near Chiba to Tokyo. The journey takes an hour and a half, followed by

two hours navigating Tokyo's labyrinthine, narrow streets. Finally, at 3:50 PM, I arrived at

Sakuracho, Ashikaga Ward, one of Tokyo's 23 wards.

This place is far removed from Tokyo's most bustling areas. There are no towering skyscrapers nearby;

the streets are laid out in a grid pattern, with little distinction between shops and residences. Sakura Academy sits on the

outermost street, occupying almost half of it.

Stepping out of the car, I looked at the school. From the main gate, it was still about twenty meters before I could see

the teaching buildings. Surrounding the three five-story teaching buildings

were . Behind the teaching buildings were six ten-story apartment buildings; the apartments, viewed from the windows,

appeared quite small.

"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

a woman in a pink suit asked hesitantly as she emerged from the guardhouse next to the school gate.

She was about thirty years old, not particularly pretty, wearing black glasses, and her face was expressionless,

revealing her stern nature.

"I'm Nark from the United States. I have an appointment with your school's Dean of Academic Affairs, Masaki Tamaki, this afternoon

,"

I said directly in English.

"Oh, Mr. Nark!"

The woman quickly bowed and said, "Hello, I'm Shizuko Yamashita. The Dean is already waiting for you. Please follow

me."

Shizuko Yamashita led me into a building next to the teaching building and went straight to the second floor.

"Knock knock!"

She knocked on the door of the room labeled "Dean of Academic Affairs—Tamaki."

"Come in,"

a clear female voice said from inside.

Shizuko Yamashita pushed open the door and entered: "Excuse me, Dean, Mr. Nark has arrived." "

Please invite him in. Go and make us two cups of coffee,"

the clear female voice said.

"Yes!"

After Shizuko Yamashita stepped aside, I saw the woman sitting behind the large desk inside.

The woman was around forty years old, very well-maintained. Her face, while not conventionally beautiful, held a faint

smile , which, like her voice, gave off a friendly feeling.

"Please sit down, Mr. Nak. I'm Maki Tamaki. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Tamaki stood up and bowed, but didn't shake my hand.

After I sat down, before she could speak, I took a thick folder from my small briefcase

and handed it to her. My American passport was on top of it.

Tamaki smiled slightly, picked up the document, and slowly looked through it, occasionally glancing up at me,

her expression unreadable—whether it was happiness or something else.

"Nark, Bruce, male, twenty-six years old, born in Connecticut, USA, Japanese name Yanagi Jun'o,

the Yanagi family is a Japanese noble family, a hereditary count bestowed by Emperor Ninomiya, Harvard University Doctor of Business Administration,

Doctor of Arts and Sciences, Doctor of Design, Doctor of Education, Doctor of Theology."

Tamaki Makoto looked at my resume with a hint of disbelief: "Mr. Nark, if it weren't

for the Vice President Mojack's signature and phone number, I would never believe that you, at only twenty-six years old,

have doctoral degrees in half of Harvard University's ten major disciplines."

I smiled and remained silent on the surface, but in reality, I was cursing the old man.

I don't know where he got this fake degree from, and he even persuaded the Harvard Vice President to help cover it up. Besides knowing that Harvard University is in Massachusetts,

I know nothing else about it.

Besides, although I had never left the United States before, I knew I was a

proud Chinese citizen. To have my nationality changed so arbitrarily, making my parents Japanese, is a sin!

My dear parents in the Western Paradise, if you want to blame me, go after my master; it has nothing to do with me.

But it's also a coincidence that my Chinese name can be directly translated into Japanese, and there happen to be quite a few names

in that come from noble families like the Liu family. It's easy to pass off someone as a noble.

Just as I was complaining, Tamaki Maki smiled again and said smugly, "But you are our..."

"The excellent bloodline of the Japanese people, and their pure aristocratic lineage, makes their achievements unsurprising, and this, in turn,

proves our excellence. Mr. Liu, you are the pride of our Yamato people! Just for that, you're qualified

to be a good teacher at our school."

Looking at her genuinely smug smile, I couldn't help but shudder. Damn it, no wonder the old man wanted to

change my nationality. If such an outstanding person wasn't Japanese, why would he let me enter this

most prestigious and noble girls' school in all of Japan?

The information about Sakura Academy was detailed in the documents the old man gave me. This academy is divided into junior high and

high school sections, recruiting eligible girls from all over Japan.

However, Sakura Academy's system is different from other schools; it only recruits female students and only those with Japanese

aristocratic blood—supposedly to maintain the purity and nobility of a noble girls' school.

Sakura Academy's tuition is also particularly expensive, reaching 30 million yen a year. After

the long economic downturn of the 1990s, 30 million yen is a very large sum in 2000.

Despite various restrictions, Sakura Academy's annual enrollment quota is still fiercely contested.

However, no matter how fierce the competition, each grade in junior high and high school will only have one hundred students—no more, no

less.

Seeing my somewhat dazed expression, Tamaki Maki casually remarked, "Mr. Yanagi, when you return to Japan, please

use a Japanese name. Foreign names don't sound very natural."

"Okay,"

I readily agreed. A name is just a label; I didn't really care.

"However, there's one thing I'm quite worried about,"

Tamaki Maki suddenly said seriously, "Mr. Yanagi, do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a normal sex life?

How long does intercourse last? Can you last?"

I almost collapsed to the ground. For a moment, I felt I wouldn't want to face

this .

Seeing her staring intently at me, I could only feign shyness: "Director, why are you asking this? Doesn't

this to involve my privacy?"

"Don't bring up American law; this is Japan."

Tamaki Maki's expression grew even sterner: "The question I'm asking you concerns whether you can

work at our school. Please answer truthfully."

Thoughts raced through my mind: Do I have a girlfriend? Do I have sex?... What does this mean

?

I let my inner energy paint a slight blush on my face and lowered my voice: "I had a girlfriend before coming to Japan,

but I'm single now."

The dean of academic affairs frowned: "So you haven't had sex recently?"

Tamaki Maki's words made me want to punch her several times. Didn't she know that such words

were a blatant provocation to a still-virgin like me?

"Yes."

I asked rather helplessly, "Director, could you please explain to me what the connection is between my role as a teacher and

the question ?"

"As you should know, Sakura Academy is a prestigious academy for nobles. The girls here

will one day become the wives of ministers, nobles, and aristocratic families. Therefore, their chastity must absolutely not be

tainted in any way."

I smiled and said, "You can rest assured about that. My purpose here is to be a good teacher; I'm not thinking about

anything ."

Tamaki Maki smiled approvingly, "Of course I'm at ease. Judging from your brilliant academic background and our

interactions , you are definitely an outstanding young man. However, the parents of these girls don't know this;

they need a 100% guarantee."

Hearing this, I understood somewhat.

But the dean's next words were like a thunderbolt: "So, Liu Xiong, please

find a few beautiful girlfriends in Japan! Release all your white, viscous fluids onto their

alluring bodies, thus maintaining only a pure heart before entering our school!"

I never realized I could be so shameless. I replied loudly, "Okay, I understand

, I will do as you wish."

Tamaki Maki returned the documents to me, stood up, and extended her hand: "Then go and take care of

your personal . Three days later, you will officially begin teaching these noble young ladies. I look forward to you nurturing them into

the most outstanding female business geniuses, just like you!"

Walking out of the faculty and staff office building, Yamashita Shizuko led me away.

Now that I had finished my business, I felt like taking a look around. As I passed a volleyball court, there happened

to be a match going on.

Both sides were sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, about 660 centimeters tall,

dressed in red and white outfits, their hands moving constantly as they played the ball joyfully.

The girls were all beautiful, some with delicate features, others

with

still others with understated elegance. Each one was a stunning beauty with a great figure; their full breasts were perfectly encased in bras, and their firm, youthful buttocks were visible beneath their tight athletic shorts.

As I observed them, they were also observing me. In a prestigious girls' school like this, men

were a rare sight, let alone someone as tall, young, and handsome as me.

"Watch out!"

A sharp cry rang out, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared above my head. I

instinctively catching it in my hand.

It was the volleyball they were using.

It had accidentally struck one of the girls' wrists, bounced off, and flew right towards me.

"Wow!"

The girls' cries were clear and melodious. They looked at me with admiration. Girls who played volleyball

knew that catching a volleyball flying through the air with one hand was no easy feat. It required not only sharp eyesight but also precise

timing and force in catching the ball—all essential elements were indispensable.

"Brother, you're so handsome!"

a tall, curvaceous girl exclaimed. Of all the volleyball girls I watched, she had the largest

breasts , at least an E-cup. Keep in mind, she's only sixteen or seventeen, and not even...

Having experienced the nourishment of men, her breasts, so large, were something to be proud of.

Looking at the girl's face, her snow-white oval face was framed by delicate, arched eyebrows and captivating eyes. Sweat from playing ball

made her cheeks flush; though young, she was undeniably beautiful.

I smiled slightly, casually tossing the ball accurately into her hand: "Be careful next time."

Then, ignoring them, I walked away before Shizuko Yamashita.

A burst of cheerful chatter followed.

"Hehe, that boy is really classy!"

"Yeah, yeah, you were so brave just now, maybe he'll remember you!"

"Hmm, I wish I had a boyfriend like that!"

"Dream on! What man would dare approach us with these old hags around?"

"..."

The girls' laughter faded as I walked away, but their vibrant and

undisguised youthful energy was something I had never experienced in my eighteen years of life.

Perhaps this is a reward from the old man to make up for how I've worked so hard for him!

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