Mr. Dummura was a nasty, decrepit old fuck who never taught you anything useful. His crooked moustache made him look like a sad, cheap Temu version of Freddie Mercury—his face flushed and twitchy, as if he'd swallowed too much mercury. His nose was big, his hair messy, and his suits looked like they'd been raided from the bottom of thrift store bins, tight in all the wrong places and patched even worse.
He stopped students in the corridor just to yell at them, spitting as he shouted—
"Good-for-nothing lot! How do you think you keep a floor tidy? With your butt? You sweep, you scrub, you polish—every corner, every tile! Grown adults wandering around like toddlers, and not one of you can keep the academy clean! Dust on the stairs, rubbish in the halls, muddy footprints everywhere, cum stains on the walls. Back in my day, people respected the place they studied in, not trashed it like this disgraceful lot!"
Then he'd go off on one about how short the girls' skirts were, which was really just an excuse to stare at their legs—and everybody knew it.
Dummura was with female magical girl students, shouting, "Look at this mess on the floor!"
Hinata Kitsune and Sabrina Catsune exchanged nervous glances, cheeks burning, their eyes wide and flicking to the bright lights above. Everybody at the academy secretly hoped they'd transform one day—not for their superpowers, but to catch a glimpse of their magical, nude forms during transformation, praying the glare didn't hide a thing. So many students had caused trouble right in front of them, committing petty crimes and mischief just to gawk and gushing over these so-called magical girls.
Elise—Raven Dementia Bloodrose—did not approve of those girls at all. According to her, they wielded poser magic, the light and fluffy kind, whereas her magic was the dark variety—the real deal. She needed no transformation, only a few strokes of eyeliner and a coat of black nail polish, and she was ready to use her darkness powers.
Hinata Kitsune's crimson miniskirt flared, gold-edged, with a tight scarlet corset baring her midriff. Fox ears and glowing tails swayed, and flame-patterned stockings and heeled boots clicked. Her flame-crimson hair blazed.Sabrina Catsune's leather miniskirt hugged tight and was silver-stitched, with a sapphire-studded blue halter. Cat tail jingled, claw-tipped boots and gloves gleamed, and a sapphire-silver ponytail flowed with twitching cat ears. Both exuded sexy magic.
Elise—Raven Dementia Bloodrose—scowled, her gothic dress and dark makeup shunning their sparkle. (Her full name and moniker must be displayed again to emphasise her P0wwar~! and importance over the lesser magical girls.)
"I'm looking at it, sir," Hinata Kitsune said.
"Why do you want us to look at this pile of dust? Do you see some secret symbols or a hidden Da Vinci Code, like people say they see faces in burnt toast or shapes in clouds?" Sabrina Catsune asked.
His face twisted into something between fury and disbelief. "Secret symbols?! Da Vinci Code?! This isn't a bloody art gallery or a treasure hunt, you absolute nitwits! This is the Academy, not a game! Every speck of dust, every crumb, every stain is a testament to your laziness… And you're standing here talking about codes and faces?! Do you think I want anyone looking at this mess? You know how this makes Brightwater Academy look?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Hinata asked.
Veins tightening at his temples, Dummura snapped, "Don't you dare use big words with me and try to act smart! Every time you do, it makes me question why I even bother teaching! Just… just ask if it's a question, do you understand? I don't want clever guesses, debates, or any of your nonsense… just answer the question and keep your mouths shut while you do it!"
Sabrina tilted her head, frowning. "Wait… Are you asking 'do we understand' as a rhetorical question…? Or are you actually asking if we understand it and want us to reply?"
"And how can we answer with our mouths shut? Do we have to do it telepathically?" Hinata asked.
"We could text you the answer… on our phones," Sabrina said casually.
Dummura roared, "No phones in the Academy! Do you think I teach you anything while you're glued to that screen?! You learn nothing from being on your phone!"
Frowning, Hinata asked, "You can't learn anything on your phone? Like… you can literally learn anything! A new language on Duolingo, chess, coding, cooking, drawing, magic tricks, even how to cut your toenails properly, how to wipe your butt with just one piece of toilet paper, or how to survive a zombie apocalypse. You could spend your whole life learning from YouTube, Skillshare, Coursera, or any of those apps!"
Veins bulging, Dummura exploded, "None of that stuff is important!! In my CLASS, you will learn about SEX and GENDERS and how they are DIFFERENT!! PAY ATTENTION!!! There WILL BE EXAMS on it, do you hear me? EXAMS!!!"
Sabrina frowned. "Exams… 'inations of sex and genders'… That doesn't sound suspect at all."
Elise—Raven Dementia Bloodrose—lurked in the shadows, her crimson eyes glinting as she endured the annoying conversation. She was grateful for her invisibility, slipping silently away like a shadow in her romance-anime games. In her mind, she fast-forwarded through the tedious chatter, skipped the awkward dialogue, and glided past all the cringy tension—anything to get to the part worth watching.
One of her favourite games was Doki Doki Literature Club. She loved how, by deleting certain character files from the game folder, she could erase them entirely from the story and watch the game warp into something completely different. An innocent, cheerful game could twist into a dark, terrifying experience just because of her meddling.
It was the ultimate god-mode power play—and she adored it. Darkness overtook everything… exactly the way she liked it.
Dummura's teachings about sex and genders really triggered her. In class, he went on and on about how females have vaginas (and tatas) and males have dongs and balls—and apparently, that was sex—while gender was something completely different… totally wrong.
He assumed so many things that assuming practically made an ass out of him and… him. Some vampires, for example, didn't even have genitals.
Elise debated this online countless times and stayed open-minded, and after seeing pictures of vampires without any "junk", she accepted it as true. She was one of the lucky ones with a vagina and tits. A quick glance down her velvet skirt confirmed it—soft folds of fabric hiding what she already knew, her legs in perfect alignment, and, yep, her vagina was exactly where it should be. She smirked, satisfied that reality matched theory, and tucked her thoughts back into her mind, ready to focus on more important darkness-related matters.
Dummura was still yakking on. "Sex includes physical attributes like genitalia, chromosomes, hormones, and secondary sexual characteristics—breasts, facial hair, etc."
"Derp!! We know what sex is!" Hinata Kitsune and Sabrina Catsune shouted over him. "We've watched Chad bang girls on the swim team and the Mini Skirt Mafia—the blowjobs, the dick-riding, the sucking!"
Hinata laughed. "Seriously… watching Chad taught us more in ten minutes than you could in five years."
Veins popped on Dummura's face as it flushed. "What Chad does with the Academy girls is not sex! I've seen better acting in a porno!"
"Oh… oh," Hinata said, eyes widening, "did he just admit to watching porn?!"
"Busted," Sabrina smirked.
"Educational pornos!" Dummura snapped, waving his hands wildly, "Used strictly for… educational purposes!"
Both girls exchanged a look and, in perfect unison, drawled, "Sureee…"
Leaning forward, Sabrina added, "Dummura, I doubt you've even had sex. You just have pictures of women in your (s)textbooks but have never actually done it. I can tell—you're a virgin."
"He is more virgin than Richard Branson," Hinata quipped.
Shaking her head, Sabrina said, "As they say, those who can't do, teach."
Redness spread across Dummura's face, veins throbbing. "Stupid lot!! Of course I've had sex! Stop changing the subject! Sex is about genitals, not physical activities! What Chad had wasn't sex … now let's talk about something else … like that pile of dust! He won't pick himself up!"
Raising an eyebrow, Sabrina asked, "How do you know the pile of dust is a he…? Explain at your own pace."
They said in unison, "We will wait."