“All right, everyone, please finish the homework and read chapters one through

three for today. Have a wonderful day, and I'll see you all again tomorrow!”
Ichihara-sensei noted. Everyone stood up and packed, some going to talk and hang
out with their friends, while others hurried home to do schoolwork, play games, or
fap to porn, as previously indicated.
Some went to after-school clubs and activities, and all the girls, of course, went
to Ichihara-sensei.
“Akuma! Wanna go to karaoke with us?” Kando enquired. I peered over his shoulder
and saw his male companions speaking and joking around with a girl. Well this is
rare.
“Mmm… I'll pass. I have cleaning duty today..” I replied.
“Cleaning duty? Pshhh, just skip that.”
“I can’t. The teachers will yell at me, and I don’t want that.” I responded.
“C'mon dude! Can't you just get rid of it and join us for some fun? Getting yelled
at is nothing!” moaned Kando.
“I don't have time to have fun, now go.” I snarled. Kando sighed and followed his
friends and the girl away. I've never seen someone like her before... Is this the
same girl Kando mentioned at lunch? I guess she does exist. Also, when I said I had
cleaning responsibilities, I wasn't lying. I was caught red-handed attempting to
provide an otaku with what they thought were porn magazines only because of the
cover, but were actually manga. Fortunately, while arguing with the idiot
professors, I was able to hand him the manga. Despite the fact that it was a
success, I was nevertheless allocated cleaning duties for no apparent reason. I
observed Yozaki-san writing something in her notebook as I left, and tried to
ignore Ichihara-sensei's amused smile as he spoke to his students.

“Alright, alright. Girls, I need to correct some of your homework with Yozaki-san,
so could you all please leave? I promise to talk to you all again tomorrow, okay?”
Ichihara-sensei chuckled. The girls all “Aww…” in disappointment, knowing they
can't talk to their sensei while correcting homework. Yozaki-san rose up and
followed Ichihara-sensei out the door. I waited towards the left side of the
doorway, near the windows, while they both walked together. I entered the classroom
after all of the students had left, shutting all of the windows and concealing four
small micro cameras in the corner of the room, angling it towards Ichihara-sensei's
desk. I hid in the closets with my schoolbag after going beneath his desk to tape a
tape recorder to collect some audible proof.
The closet was small and had three louvers through which I could peer. I took out
my phone and texted her.

Three minutes passed with no sign of them, but I stayed standing there, writhing
around, struggling to put on my clothes, until the door opened and Ichihara-sensei
and Yozaki-san entered, each holding a bundle of paper. I pulled out a small remote
which connected the cameras and pressed the record button. I also did it with the
tape recorder.
“Haa.. so much work to correct..” moaned Ichihara-sensei, putting all the papers
onto his desk. He then cautiously backed up to the door and shut it.
“Mmm..” mumbled Yozaki-san as she laid the papers on the desk with care.
“Now, then..” Ichihara-sensei sprang on Yozaki-san, pinning her to his desk,
scattering the papers everywhere, and grabbing two long strands of jute ropes from
his pocket.

“I-Ichihara-sensei?!” cried Yozaki-san, as he licked her face and groped her all
over. Tears began to form and roll down her cheek, which was coated with his
repulsive saliva. “We can't! Please, stop!”
“Quit talking!” Ichihara-sensei said, breathing heavily. “I'm not going to stop
until I get to touch and play with these puppies!” He was like a totally different
man! With those hungry eyes and his hair twisted from the excitement, his face was
all terrifying. The surprising revelation of my hot-looking sensei is that he's a
pedophile! I pulled out my phone and started to record. Even if I had four cameras
in each of the four corners, it wouldn't hurt to collect some more proof. As
Yozaki-san battled for her life, he wrapped the rope around her arms, then her
legs. Ripping apart her uniform revealed an erotic and exquisite pink fluffy flower
bra and her somewhat slim physique, prompting him to lick her face while panting
fiercely.

“Ehehe! Always bouncing things around, catching ALL those males' attention and
making me fucking jealous!” He then proceeded to remove his pants and hurl them
across the dark and quiet classroom with all the windows shut and locked along with
the door so she couldn't escape.

“Ichihara-sensei, please stop this!” Please don't do th-?! He stuffed a

handkerchief in her lips, extracted some leftover rope, and knotted it around her
mouth.
“Shut up, you slut!” Ichihara-sensei yelled, slapping her on the breast.
“Mmm!” moaned Yozaki-san.
“It's your fault for being so erotic, for inheriting such a beautiful figure from
your mother and capturing everyone's attention like me! But don't worry, I'm not
going to hurt you! I'll make sure to look after you till I'm satisfied, and until
you give birth to such wonderful babies!!” Ichihara-sensei chuckled. Yozaki-san
wriggled about, tears flowing down her cheeks and an expression asking him to feel
sorry for himself and quit, but it didn't work; instead, it drove him into groping
her more, releasing his wild side even more. This is such a lovely setting! It's
just like in those mangas where the mc and fmc do such things after school and the
supporting buddy stands on the sidelines, observing while eating popcorn! Or a new
character introduced two or three chapters ago tries to perform a joke on the mc
and fmc, but discovers the shocking truth about them! Except this time, it’s
between a student and her perverted teacher!

“MMMMM!!!! MMMFGH!!” The voice of Yozaki-san was muffled. She couldn't do anything
except lie there and accept the reality of her about to be raped, regretting her
decision to be sexually tormented by her beloved sensei, who wore a mask that
disguised a terrible part of him. A pedophilic and depraved sensei. Ichihara-sensei
smirked, ready to mess her up.
Yozaki-san closed her eyes, crying. This is probably my queue. I walked out of the
locker quietly and softly, making as little noise as possible while keeping my
prized weapon in my hand. I sneaked behind him, a big smile on my face, and
carefully raised my weapon into the air, ready to attack. After all of his
bullying, it's now time to deliver him the penalty he deserves!
“Now then, let’s begi-”
*WACK!*
Ichihara-sensei fell to the ground, blood streaming from his head. Yozaki-san
gently opened her eyes, first glancing at Ichihara-sensei and then at me. Her
terrified eyes widened, as she breathed heavily. I approached her with a pocket
knife in hand, ready to free her from the rope shackles. As I removed the rope from
her lips and pulled out the handkerchief, she crept away on the desk, still
breathing heavily and shivering in fear.

“Who... are you?” I didn't say anything as I approached Ichihara-sensei with

caution and picked him up. His hefty body was hot and humid, despite the fact that
he was quite light. Actually, it's as light as a feather. Yozaki-san couldn't tell
it was me because of my clothes and mask. As she attempted to stand up, she slipped
and fell on the floor. “What the...?” She raised her head slowly, her eyes tired
and almost closed, and extended her shaky hand to me.
“Sorry, Yozaki-san, but…” I took out an empty syringe that had previously been
loaded with Midazolam. “It's time for you to take a nap. Good night.” Yozaki-san
closed her eyes and lowered her hand gently. I proceeded to get the little
cameras, then the tape recorder, and slowly approached the door, expecting to be
greeted by his girl club, but as I flung it open, nothing but nothingness greeted
me. There were no girls at all, just nothingness. I was actually astonished that no
one showed up, since they’d usually wait outside the door, ready to pounce on his
body.

I dashed through the corridors, peering around every corner and out to the school,
swiftly making my way to the storage room at the back of the school, where I tossed
Ichihara-sensei's body onto a large mat and tied his arms and legs together. I took
a deep breath and grabbed some wipes to clean my weapon, washing away my pedophile
sensei's dirty, awful blood. I plugged in the camera footage on my pad and was
satisfied with it, as well as the tape recorder. It sounded perfect as well. I
checked my phone to see whether she had sent me a message, but there was none,
which upsetted me.

“God damn it. Answer your damn phone..” I mumbled as I took out a knife, gloves,
and syringes, followed by some alcohol. “Right, I got the syringes, the alcohol
bottles, my beloved weapon, everything! Perfect!” I turned over to check how
Ichihara-sensei was doing, and he appeared to be doing just great! Only a small
amount of blood is leaking, but that can be stopped with some bandages I have in my
backpack. I opened a new bottle of vodka and poured it over his head. He flinched
and twisted, but remained asleep. I took out the bandage and tied it around his
head.
*Ding* As soon as I heard the notification, I grabbed my phone and glanced at it.
10 minutes huh? Perfect! That gives me ample time to prepare and torment him till
he dies! Not until he dies, but until he can no longer keep up.
“Ichihara-sensei..” I said quietly as I removed the mask, with a wicked smile and
dreadful aura engulfing me. “I hope you've prepared for the punishment of your
sins, because Satan's here to do his deed!” I smiled even wider, releasing even
more of the energy. The aura and smile of someone who kills and tortures those with
little remorse and using brute force, both good and evil. A person who becomes a
killer from the sights of corruption and how fucked up this world is.. This world's
one and only Satan...
A killer named Akuma Shinazugawa…