After the chaotic events of that Saturday, Monday had finally arrived—the day of prison—
ahem, school. Yes, the author meant school.
Remarkably, Austin arrived on time for once. As he stepped into the classroom, he spotted Sellzen sitting near the window, nose-deep in a book with an offensively bold title:
"Lucifer's Special: Forbidden Fruits Are Always Golden."
Austin sighed, dragging himself to his seat.
"This is why I never give you nun names," he muttered. "You keep targeting things that should never be touched. You need help, you freak."
Sellzen only chuckled quietly to himself, flipping a page. But as Austin sat down, Sellzen's gaze shifted to his arm. His smirk widened.
"What the hell happened to you? Did you turn into the Terminator for a day or something? Wait—don't tell me… a girl kidnapped your sorry ass?"
He burst into laughter, unbothered by Austin's glare. Just as Austin opened his mouth to retaliate, the classroom door swung open. The students rushed to their seats as the principal, Mr. Smith, walked in. Austin flinched slightly—the bruises from the other day still throbbed under his sleeve.
"Alright, students," the principal began, straightening his tie with the enthusiasm of a man on his last nerve. "Unfortunately, Miss Claire won't be returning anytime soon due to… an accident. But don't worry—the department sent us a ne—"
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of heels echoed across the floor.
Austin's eyes widened, a cold chill running down his spine. He recognized that sound.
And then she entered—Miss Raven Ceasar, poised and composed, followed closely by the ever-grinning Lorenzo.
"Good morning, students," she said, her voice calm and authoritative. "I'll be your new homeroom teacher. You may call me Miss Ceasar. And this—" she gestured to her side "—is my assistant, Lorenzo."
Austin's soul visibly left his body.
Lorenzo caught his eye, waving cheerfully with a wink.
Austin leaned back in his chair, looking skyward in silent agony. The universe truly hates me.
The principal, clearly uninterested in the drama unfolding, made a beeline for the door while mumbling under his breath,
"I don't get paid enough to care."
Most of the boys in class were already wide-eyed, collectively simping over Miss Ceasar's beauty. Meanwhile, Sellzen leaned back in his chair with a smug grin, casually counting the cash from a recent bet.
Austin buried himself behind a book, doing his best to disappear.
Miss Ceasar's eyes, however, remained fixed on him.
Lorenzo, sensing the awkward tension, cleared his throat.
"Boss—uh, I mean, Miss Ceasar… maybe we should start class now? You know, for the students' sake. After all that… chaos."
His tone was almost innocent, but Austin caught the glint in his eye. He was definitely referring to the "incident."
Ceasar's composed expression briefly faltered—was that a blush? She nodded. Class began, though her gaze continued to flicker toward Austin throughout the period.
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Lunchtime.
Lorenzo had already slipped away for coffee, and the students were packing up for the cafeteria when Miss Ceasar's voice rang out:
"Mr. Moon. In my office. Now. And this isn't a request."
The room fell silent.
Austin sat up slowly, exhaling a long, tired sigh. He didn't protest—just grabbed his bag and headed out the door.
The moment he was gone, Sellzen stood up, already holding a plastic-wrapped slice of cake.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" he bellowed. "Austin's last eaten cake and his phone number—bidding starts at 800 yen! And for the bets—will the new teacher fall for him? Minimum stake is 600 yen!"
Chaos erupted in the classroom.
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Meanwhile, Austin arrived at Miss Ceasar's office. He was surprised she had one already—it hadn't even been a full day. As he stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind him.
He turned.
And then—
Without warning, she grabbed his tie, pulled him close, and slammed him against the wall. The air was knocked from his lungs as her face hovered inches from his own.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
"W-What the hell are you doing, teacher!?" he stammered.