Time slipped by after the disciplinary hearing, and before Adrian knew it, Saturday night had finally come.
Adrian stood in front of the full-length mirror in his apartment, adjusting the collar of his black button-up shirt. The faint scar on his head had completely faded, leaving no trace of the injury that had caused so much trouble days earlier.
Tonight, he looked sharp and ready to party.
He wears a fitted black shirt that hugged his frame, its top button left undone to reveal a subtle gold chain resting against his neck. Tailored black trousers completed the all black look, while an expensive watch gleamed on his wrist.
Everything about him looked like a rich guy.
More importantly, Adrian wore it with a confidence that couldn't be bought. The calm, self-assured aura he carried tied the entire look together.
His eyes then drifted to the sleek black card resting on the dresser.
The one the staff member had given him that night at the karaoke lounge.
He picked it up, turning it over between his fingers. The matte black surface caught the light with a subtle sheen, and the gold embossed lettering simply read: "VIP Underground Access."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. 'It's been sitting in my inventory long enough.'
After the chaotic week, he needed a night to unwind. Somewhere away from the prying eyes of high school students and nosy teachers. Somewhere he could truly let loose before he completely overturned the school.
He slipped the black card into his wallet, grabbed his keys, and left the apartment.
The karaoke bar was only a short taxi ride away.
When Adrian arrived, he was greeted by the familiar atmosphere he remembered from his last visit.
The same staff member from that night happened to be on duty. The moment he spotted Adrian, his eyes lit up in recognition.
"Welcome back, sir," the man said with a deep, respectful bow. "It's good to see you again."
Adrian gave him a small nod and slid the black card across the counter.
The staff member's smile widened as he took the card and scanned it.
"Underground access granted. Please enjoy your evening, Mr. Cross. The elevator on the far left will take you down. No need to press any buttons."
Adrian thanked him with another generous tip and made his way to the private elevator. The doors closed smoothly, and the elevator descended silently.
When the doors opened again, he was greeted by a completely different world.
Deep, pulsing bass echoed through the air. Dim lighting bathed the room in shades of crimson and gold, giving the entire space a warm, intoxicating atmosphere.
The underground club was far more luxurious than Adrian had expected. Velvet sofas lined the private booths, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and a long bar of polished dark marble stretched across one side of the room.
Well-dressed men and women filled the venue, glasses in hand as they laughed, talked, and moved to the music. Some occupied the dance floor, others relaxed in secluded booths, while a few sat close together, seemingly lost in their own world.
The place radiated wealth, indulgence, and a kind of exclusivity.
A stunning hostess in a sleek black dress approached him with a professional yet seductive smile.
"Welcome to Eclipse, sir. First time?"
Adrian nodded, holding up the black card.
The hostess's eyes sparkled with interest as she scanned it. "VIP access. Please follow me. I'll show you to the best area."
She led him through the main floor and up a short flight of stairs to a more exclusive section overlooking the dance floor. The music was loud but not overwhelming, and the view gave him a perfect vantage point of the entire club.
Adrian settled into a plush booth, ordering a glass of top-shelf whiskey. As he sipped it slowly, he observed the crowd with sharp, predatory eyes.
Even though it was his first time inside an underground club, Adrian found himself relaxing almost immediately.
This was exactly the kind of place he had been missing.
Adrian had just settled into the VIP booth when his phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, it showed a message from Vice Principal Hiroshi.
He opened it. Attached was a short video file titled "Principal's Plan."
Adrian's lips curved into a cold smile. 'Right on time.'
He turned the volume low and tapped play.
The footage had been recorded using a hidden camera Hiroshi had planted at Adrian's request. It showed the principal's office, where the principal and Coach Tougou were engaged in a private conversation.
The elderly principal paced back and forth behind his desk, visibly agitated, while Tougou stood nearby with his arms crossed, waiting for him to speak.
"That little bastard..." The principal paced behind his desk, his face twisted with irritation. "He thinks he can threaten us? After everything I've built here?"
"He's gotten too cocky. I underestimated him." Tougou said.
The principal stopped pacing around.
"Then we use that arrogance against him." His voice hardened. "He thinks he can pull something like this and walk away without consequences."
A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Fine. I'll show him how the real world works."
His gaze shifted to Tougou. "This started because of your incompetence, so you're going to fix it. Quietly and violently."
"Use whatever force is necessary. Break his legs, crack his skull. I don't care. Just make sure he ends up in a long coma."
The room fell silent.
"We'll say it was an accident. Another fight happened due to his aggressiveness. Whatever story works. Once he's out of the picture, cleaning up the rest will be easy."
A grin slowly spread across Tougou's face.
"Finally." He let out a low chuckle. "I've been waiting to hear that."
He straightened. "I'll bring a few reliable people. We'll make it look like a random fight that got out of hand."
The principal nodded without hesitation. "Do it soon. Before he causes any more problems."
His eyes narrowed. "And make absolutely sure nothing leads back to us."
The footage ended there.
Adrian stared at the screen for a few seconds, then let out a low, dangerous chuckle. 'So that's their plan.'
He had suspected something like this happening. That's why he had asked Hiroshi to plant the camera inside the old fuck's office.
Adrian saved the video, backed it up to three different locations, and typed a quick reply to Hiroshi.
Adrian: Good work. Keep your head down and I'll handle the rest.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and leaned back in the booth, the earlier amusement in his eyes now replaced by something much darker.
'The principal actually thinks he can put me in a coma and get away with it?' Adrian took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the warmth settle in his throat.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 'Well, two can play it this way. Self defence is a more interesting story anyways.'
He would deal with them soon enough. But tonight?
Tonight was for him.
Having set those thoughts aside, Adrian leaned back into his seat and turned his attention to the main floor. His gaze drifted across the crowd, leisurely searching for someone who might catch his eye.
The party was quickly heating up it seems.
On the dance floor, many had stopped pretending to dance. A woman in a tight silver dress was grinding shamelessly against her partner, her skirt hiked up as his hands roamed freely under the fabric.
In a dimly lit corner booth, another pair was already half-naked. The man's pants were open while the woman knelt between his legs, her large breasts wrapped tightly around his cock as she gave him a sloppy, enthusiastic titjob.
Further away, a trio had completely abandoned any shame, their bodies tangled together on a velvet couch in raw, rhythmic sex.
Adrian's lips curled into a perverted grin as he watched the debauchery unfold.
He took another sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn and the growing atmosphere of unrestrained lust around him. His sharp eyes continued scanning the room, enjoying the view, when his gaze suddenly locked onto a particular figure near the center of the dance floor.
A stunning black-haired girl with a sharp hime-cut and glossy lips was dancing seductively under the shifting lights.
She wore a tiny, frilly pink and blue outfit that barely qualified as clothing, a revealing striped bikini top that struggled to contain her massive, jiggling breasts, a short ruffled skirt that rode up with every movement, exposing her plump ass and matching panties, and thigh-high blue stockings paired with white high heels.
Sweat glistened on her skin under the neon lights, and her expression was pure ecstasy, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she moved her body shamelessly to the heavy beat.
Adrian leaned forward in his booth, eyes narrowing with interest, she seemed familiar.
He immediately scans her.
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Name: Anna Komiya.
Status: Second-year student, Hentai Heroine
Affection: Neutral
Desire: Extremely High
Tags: Nymphomaniac(Suppressed), High Potential Target
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Adrian's smile deepened.
Anna Komiya.
He recognized her immediately, both from his memories of the Hentai and from her role in this life. She was the school's student council vice president. While he knew she lived a very degenerate life outside of the public, he hadn't expected to run into her here of all places.
Anna suddenly turned in his direction as she danced. For a brief moment, their eyes met across the crowded floor. Even from this distance, Adrian could see the hazy, lust-filled look in her gaze. She didn't recognize him.
She smiled at him slowly and seductive, biting her lower lip as she continued dancing provocatively, almost like she was putting on a show just for him.
Adrian's grin turned sharp.
It seemed tonight's choice had already been made.
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AN: I was considering doing the smut in this chap but I'm not in the mood lol.