Chapter 12: Renyu’s Anger Hard to Quell, Using Her Body to Hypnotize and Scheme

“Fast… Slow… Guidance?”

Teacher Saiki muttered, staring at Su Buyu’s calm eyes, struggling to believe he still had clear thinking.

How?

She’d… done it so many times.

But why?

Why was he unmoved, his face unchanged?

She didn’t know.

And it didn’t matter anymore.

She’d failed to create an opportunity for her nephew.

Her fingers hovered over the chalked words. The top student with silver-framed glasses froze, his hand stiff on the open textbook, staring at Su Buyu in shock.

A cold breeze tousled hair. A slacker in the back sat up, jaw locked, unable to bear the weight of the words.

The students in the middle whispered among themselves.

Su Buyu’s theory stunned them with its novelty.

“Damn, Fast-Slow Guidance? My bros are saved!”

“Organic guidance, the right direction! Who knew Su Buyu was such an expert?”

“…Guess I need a higher-powered tool at home.”

Their words unwittingly elevated Su Buyu to a pedestal.

Classmates looked at him like he’d become something untouchable.

He didn’t know.

He just thought he’d taken control of the classroom.

To Teacher Saiki, as the teacher, she held authority over the students.

But that authority relied on their willingness to comply.

If a “student leader” swayed the class, they could briefly challenge her.

That’s what he wanted.

“So, Teacher, can I sit?”

Su Buyu calmly eyed Teacher Saiki, his words firm.

She was being cornered.

The class atmosphere now favored him.

If she kept targeting him, the students would notice.

Not only would she fail to help her nephew, but she’d also alienate the class.

Not a good move.

Since it wasn’t her stage anymore, she reluctantly yielded.

Her gaze softened, waving him down.

“Well… very good, Su Buyu. You’ve left an impression.”

“Don’t mention it. Just thought it through and got lucky.”

Su Buyu sat politely, smiling as she returned to the podium to teach.

But he missed the faint curve of Renyu Saiki’s lips.

“Now, class, look here.”

Expressionless, Teacher Saiki shed her black uniform, unbuttoning her white shirt, exposing swathes of skin.

“Next, I’ll explain how to maximize pleasure here. Pay attention!”

Her sudden act drew every eye.

All gazes locked on her, unable to look away.

She reached into her shirt, pulling out lubricant, slowly pouring it over her “peaks.”

“Like a machine, the body needs proper lubrication to work with more power. There’s nothing wrong with what we do. Under constant pressure, only proper release keeps our minds healthy. Got it?”

The sticky sound of her skin and the lubricant’s slimy contact gurgled, like a living slime begging for affection.

She rubbed, as if at a DJ booth, hands spinning in ecstasy.

“Remember, not too hard—gentle, skillful.

Everyone see?”

Snap.

She freed a hand, snapping her fingers. The crisp sound, carried by the cold breeze, flooded their ears, her sticky pomegranate scent spreading, infecting the room.

They stared, entranced, seeing only her spinning hands.

Spinning, spinning.

Like the world was flattened paper, kneaded and crushed by hands, leaving only a spiraling pattern in the void.

Sweet words grew clearer with her writhing lips.

“See it?”

“We see…”

Their voices were dull.

The students seemed in a trance, eyes fixed on Teacher Saiki, unable to break free.

Dark clouds loomed outside, thick like sludge, damp air seeping into noses.

A chill snapped Su Buyu alert, sensing something wrong.

Mass hypnosis?

With her assets?

What kind of move was this?

He didn’t know the mechanics, but he stayed still.

No rash moves, just mimicking their lip movements, eyes glazed, pretending to be hypnotized.

Under the desk, he tore at his bandages, exposing his unhealed wound.

He dug into the edges, peeling flesh.

Bit by bit, fiber by fiber.

Even budding flesh was plucked by his fingertips.

No cries—sharp pain kept him awake.

He couldn’t act recklessly now.

In this mass hypnosis, moving would expose he wasn’t under her spell.

Plus, he didn’t know Renyu Saiki’s full abilities or goals.

Wait. Keep waiting.

He needed more info.

Su Buyu kept up the act, whimpering softly, his peripheral vision scanning the class.

He hoped someone else was awake.

But all he saw were vacant stares.

Screwed!

Not one ally!

Wait!

There’s still Shizuku Sakurai!

“Shizuku Sakurai! Can you hear me?”

He whispered at a volume only they’d hear.

But she didn’t move, nailed to her chair, brown hair tangled by the breeze, looking ravaged.

No response.

Her face, turned toward Renyu Saiki, was blank like a puppet’s.

…This was bad.

He was completely alone.

Worse, Renyu Saiki, previously at the podium, now roamed the aisles, snapping her fingers, asking gently.

“Good kids, what do good kids do?”

“Obey… the teacher…”

Raindrops tapped the AC unit outside, like signals to another world.

The classroom’s pale light coated their faces, like deathly makeup.

They answered stiffly, deaf to anything but her words.

“So, good kids don’t disobey the teacher, right?”

“Yes… yes…”

Lifeless words crawled from their throats, rain hitting their faces like water on glass, no reaction.

Renyu Saiki’s words were absolute.

No one could defy, no one could oppose.

Like a master giving orders, she returned to the podium, leaning on the desk, asking softly.

“So… tell me…”

“Who’s the bad… kid?”

Her tone lingered on the last words.

As if she’d already spotted the outlier, Renyu Saiki smiled, waiting for the “kids” to point him out.

But they looked at each other, shaking their heads, and the classroom fell deathly silent.

Only the patter of rain on the windows grated.

No “bad kid”?

Guess he hid well.

Su Buyu sighed inwardly.

If so, no need to keep hurting himself to stay alert.

Blood stained his white bandages red.

As he pulled his hand from the wound, a chill hit, like countless eyes were on him, shivers creeping up his spine.

What?

Rain pooled on the floor, a sudden gust flooding his collar, like someone tearing at his clothes.

As lightning split the sky, Su Buyu saw it.

Not him looking at them.

Every classmate’s cold eyes were on his face.