Shujin Academy’s New Gym Teacher (FemRyuji TG)

Well this was a fun one to work on. It was nice to mess with Ryuji since he needs TG love as well, along with the rest of the Persona boys.

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The Phantom Thieves were making their way through Kamoshida’s Palace of Lust to steal their corrupted gym teacher’s treasure. This was one of the last few days that they had before the teacher’s meeting and intended to finish this heist now. They could have gone sooner, but they wanted to be as prepared as they could be. They had trained as much as possible and grabbed as much supplies as they could for the heist. Getting back in was easier than they thought it would be, with Kamoshida on high alert they thought that things would be more difficult.

When they managed to get the treasure, which turned out to be a crown, and into the hall, the bastard surprised them by literally spiking it out of their hands with a volleyball and picking it up. Then he had transformed into a pink-skinned four-armed demon that was far more suiting of what he was really like. They had started a fight with him and had hit them with everything that they had. It looked like they were doing good damage to him and managed to wound him and destroyed a trophy that he was using to heal.

“We won’t get anywhere with brute force,” Morgana said. “What do we do?”

“Let’s go for the crown,” Joker calmly declared.

“I see...In that case, it’s time for plan B!” Morgana replied as he looked around the room and his eyes widened when he noticed something. “Look over at the terrace! While the others are drawing Kamoshida’s attention, have someone go there!”

“Let’s take that crown from him!” Ryuji declared.

They nailed him with attack after attack, sending the Shadow reeling back from some of their blows, waiting for an opportunity. The group did their best to dodge the attacks of Kamoshida’s Shadow. Unfortunately, some of the blows managed to hit them, making them scream in pain. Thankfully the group was able to heal themselves and power through their pain. When an opportunity finally came, Joker looked at the skull masked Persona user and sent him a signal with his hands.

“Gotcha. Keep him distracted by attacking him,” Ryuji said, determination in his voice.

The others unleashed all that they had on the ruler of the Palace and in the confusion, Skull rushed over to the girl-shaped pillar. He waited for the right moment when the corrupt ruler was fully invested on the other thieves so that he could make his move. The pirate-themed thief clenched the column to restrain himself the longer the fight went on, fighting the instinctual urge to help his friends. When the Shadow swiped at his friends with its fork, he climbed up the pillar and struggled to pull himself up, with how it was shaped. When he was finally able to, he grabbed the bars of the terrace and pulled himself over it with much more ease.

The moment he got over the railing, the blonde thief heard a clicking sound and saw a panel on the wall open. Before he could A shot went off and he quickly moved to the side. He gasped as something hit his shoulder, making him gasp in. The young man crashed into the railing and almost fell over it, but thankfully he was able to stop himself. He looked at what hit him and saw a large almost cartoony dart was embedded in his shoulder. The blonde winced as he pulled it out and threw it to the side, the dart fading the moment it touched the floor.

“Shit! Frickin’ traps,” Skull remarked in annoyance as he brushed off the strange feeling that he had for a moment. He thought that it was just some phantom pain or something from pulling the dart out. He didn’t feel his limbs locking up or that he was about to retch like when some of the other Shadows hit him after they used their special abilities.

Whatever the case was, he couldn’t afford to stop or slow down now.

He looked around, wondering what he should do, knowing that he had to steal that crown as soon as he could. The bastard’s Shadow could pull something out that could turn the battle completely in his favor if he didn’t do the job he had been given soon.

Skull ran over to the balcony and got on a large section of it. He readied himself. He only had one shot at this, and there was no way that he was going to mess it up. The young lept off the balcony and managed to swipe the crown off and grinned as he watched the crown fly off the bastard’s head. The moment he did, he saw the Shadow start to get more lethargic and weaker. It slowed and looked depressed, almost as if it couldn’t work up the energy to do more than mope. He knew that without that silly crown on his head they were going to win this for sure now.

After he took the crown, the battle continued on, much easier than it had been before they had removed the crown from his body. Not long after, the Phantom Thieves had bested the Shadow of the perverted gym teacher. Ann had used her shadow and scared it by using her persona and throwing fire close to it. They talked to it and it seemed to repent everything that it had done. It disappeared the moment it did, and they all wondered if they had succeeded.

Moments after their conversation the world started to fall apart and they had to rush outside, lest they wind up dying the crumbling remains of the palace. They all ran as fast as they could dodging the falling remains of the castle.

When they made it outside and back into the real world, they groaned as they landed on the ground. Their bodies ached from the battle as the blows they had taken in there came to them. Their muscles burned from all the running and attacking they had done. Their hearts pounded in their chests like they were about to break out of their bodies, but they didn’t care. They were satisfied that they defeated the abusive and lust-crazed king.

More so for the dyed blond, who had a pleased smirk on his face as the feeling of whatever the dart was doing disappeared. He felt as though this was the first real step to recovering. The first real victory that he had in a long time. Even if he wasn't sure the mental change was going to work or not, the fact he was able to get some form of payback on his teacher made this all seem worth it. The look on his face when they finally bested him in the palace, made him so happy. He only wished that he had a camera so that he would have his shocked expression for the rest of his life.

Ryuji could barely keep still with how happy he was as his foot bounced in glee. When Kamoshida came out, he swore that his heart stopped in his chest out of anger. He watched the asshole walked onto the stage with a grim repentant look. His heart pounded in his chest. This was the moment that would decide everything. Not just for him, but Akira, the track team, and so many other people. This had to work for him and his friends’, sake. And then it happened and he knew everything was going to be okay/

Kamoshida began confessing to everything he had ever done to everyone at Shujin in secret, leaving no details hidden as he became the opposite of his former self. He fell to the ground on his knees, crying and begging them to call the police, leaving everyone in the room shocked and stunned as a result. The part of him that was angry about everything told him to take a video or pictures, but he just couldn’t with how stunned he had been. He didn’t particularly mind since he was sure he could ask someone for copies if they had them.

Ryuji let out a breath of relief as he gave a small smile. He felt a dull ache in his shoulder where the dart had hit him a few days earlier and rubbed it. He groaned and rolled his shoulder, causing it to let out low cracking noises as it did. He had thought it had passed since he hadn’t felt anything like that since the fight. Maybe he should take it easy for the day and ice it when he got home from school just to be on the safe side.

Unknown to the faux blond, the dart’s poison was finally coming into effect, and soon he would be forever changed from it. Not that anyone outside of him would know that, but even then by the time it was finished he wouldn’t care. Not that it would matter to him.

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Eventually, the group gathered in the gym as they began talking about the confession. Most of the students had already left the gym, with only a few stragglers remaining, but they were far from anyone that might overhear them. Stil,l they made sure to talk low so that anyone coming toward them might not be able to overhear their conversation. Even if what they were saying might be considered gibberish outside of context and without proof it never hurt to be sure.

“Still what is the school going to do, until they choose a new teacher? Are the clubs going to be on hold?” Ann asked curiously. “They can’t be out for the season.”

“That is a good question,” Ryuji agreed. “Well whatever they decide, it will be better for the students than keeping Kamoshida around.”

“Yeah,” Akira replied. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“All of us better remain low for now, don’t draw any attention to yourselves,” Morgana ordered.

“Hey, you there! Return to class at once!” A teacher in a finely pressed suit ordered.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Ryuji replied and walked away from his friends. Unknown to him his dark dirt brown eyes gained specks of blue inside them. The blue in them grew as if bright blue streams of water were breaking through the brown color. His eyes suddenly felt a little heavier and he rubbed them to get the tiredness out of his eyes. When he opened the gym door he had bright beautiful baby blue eyes.

As he walked to his class he could hear more students talking about the confession and what might happen to the volleyball team and the classes Kamoshida led. The young man sighed. He could understand why they would be talking about sports, but he thought that Kamoshida would take a little more priority on his fellow student’s minds. Still, he thought they would be a little happier knowing they didn’t have to worry about someone like him running around campus.

“Meh, I better focus on just getting through the day for now,” Ryuji muttered to himself. Unknown to the blond, he had lost two inches of height as he yawned in exhaustion.

When he arrived at his class, he heard more people talking about what they thought about Kamoshida’s confession and the sports team, earning a grin. Despite all the worry people had about the sports he adored hearing everyone go crazy about what that asshole got. He took his seat and waited for class to begin. He heard some of the students talking nearby and couldn’t help but listen in. He recognized one of the girls from the girl’s volleyball team.

“It’s going to be tough for the team to pull through a win this close to the tournaments, but maybe we can pull something off. So what do you think the school’s going to do now that the school is out of a teacher and a coach?”

“Obviously they’re going to have to find someone to teach them. They don’t want to let the athletes get out of shape. They’ll find a substitute as quickly as they can, and then look for someone more permanent.”

“...So any hopes on what the next gym teacher is going to be like?” One of the boys asked.

“To be honest with you I hope that it’s a woman. That way they would have more respect towards us girls, and hopefully wouldn’t have to worry about her being a creep,” one of the girls said.

Ryuji nodded. He wouldn’t mind a woman being the new gym teacher. It would be a nice change from the former pervert and abuser. Not to mention if she was a hot teacher. The school could always use another pretty girl or teacher, especially if she was nice.

“I hope that she would be nice, and fair,” A guy admitted somberly. “Don’t want to get attacked and berated over the smallest of screwups like with Kamoshida.”

The door opened and Ryuji sat up a little straighter when he saw that it was the teacher. He listened as his teacher began his lecture.

Unknown to him, underneath his clothes, the hair on his body started to fade. His eyebrows started to thin down as if they were being plucked by a person with tweezers. It continued until he was left with neatly trimmed feminine eyebrows. The hair below his eyebrows started to vanish, leaving his face as smooth as a newborn’s. It continued downward, destroying his chest hair, and then his arms hair. The stomach on his hair was gone in moments and his pubic hair immediately followed. What little hair that lined his legs were gone. When all of the excess hair on his body was gone he shivered. He noticed how much more sensitive he was to his clothes scratching himself as a result but didn’t think too much of it, thinking it was just the school air conditioning kicking in.

As he waited for his next class to begin, he yawned once more as discussion filled the classroom. He sent a few messages to his friends asking how they were doing.

“So what do you think the new teacher would be like when they finally find someone?” A guy asked his friend.

“Well, they would have to be physically capable right? I mean they wouldn’t want to get someone lazy and didn’t care about exercise, would they? That would just drag the rest of the teams down,” his friend replied.

Ryuji nodded in agreement. He could see them getting someone who was in shape. They might be desperate to get someone, but they would want someone who wasn’t going to do their job right. Especially since the tournament for volleyball wasn’t too far and the school wouldn’t want to miss out on the prestige if they win. If they were in shape then it would set a good example for all the students.

As Ryuji wondered what type of teacher they might get, his legs started to morph. His feet got smaller and his toes changed to match. His lower legs slimmed down to match his feet. The moment the transformation reached his thighs they started to grow larger, filing with extra meat. They grew larger, making his boxer shorts tighten against his developing thighs. The boy shuffled in his seat and tried to get more comfortable and thought he found it with how much more cushion his upper legs had. Their growth stopped when they became thick sexy thighs that were perfect for strutting around and catching everyone’s gaze.

When the bell rang, his teacher for the course, Mr. Ushimaru entered the classroom and Ryuji quickly cleared his desk off of anything that might get him in trouble. Mr. Ushimaru was probably the teacher with the longest pole up his butt and the one most likely to give anyone detention for the smallest reason. The man would glare at students and even throw stuff at them to get their attention if he thought they weren’t listening. He had been on the receiving end of more than one piece of chalk and eraser because of him and didn’t want to get hit by more.

As he listened to his teacher’s lecture, he could hear the guys from earlier talking

“You think she would have a nice waist?”

“Yeah if she was going to be a gym teacher she gotta have one. No way they would let someone with a beer gut take over,” his friend replied.

Some of the people near them hummed in agreement and Ryuji did as well.

Right after the agreement, the faux blonde’s waist started to change. His stomach already fit from many practice sessions and hours running, and training for Kamoshida’s palace hardened even more. And any sign of the muscle that lined it started to blend in more, leaving his stomach as flat as a piece of wood. The sides of his waist caved in, almost as if it was a bottle of toothpaste getting used. When it stopped changing he was left with a sexy flat stomach and a slender waist that emphasized his lower body that showed his extremely developing attractive hourglass figure.

Ryuji shuffled in his seat again, his sides mildly aching as if he banged them into a wall. The moment he did so it passed and he started feeling better. He continued as if nothing happened, trying not to fall asleep in class. The young man wondered if he was coming down with something with how weird his body was acting up.

When the class ended, students flooded out of the room like a flock of crows to get some food as Ryuji packed his things. He stood up and went to the door and heard Mr. Ushumaru sigh.

“Damn shame,” Mr. Ushimaru muttered in disappointment.

“What?” Ryuji said in confusion, stopping where he was and turned to look at his teacher as his pants changed. The bottom of his pants gained a bright red ring around them with white on the sides. The ring spread up his body pants as if they were being painted in the same color. When they were finished changing, his pants had finished changing into the school’s gym uniform though instead of having checkered white on the side it was just one long line.

“It's a shame,” Mr. Ushimaru continued. “That the students had to put up with Kamoshida and his...tendencies.”

“If you really didn’t like it then why didn’t you say anything?” Ryuji remarked as he narrowed his eyes. “You could have told some people outside of the school or the board if you really didn’t like it?”

“What could I say?” Mr. Ushimaru asked, heat in his voice as he stared back at Ryuji. “He brought the school much prestige and a chance at the finals. So the principal looked past it to bring the renown that the school would gain. It wasn’t just me, some of the teachers brought up to Kobyakowa and he would say that we would end up on the chopping block if we did. None of us could afford to lose our jobs. At best we would have lost those, but at worst we could have been blacklisted. Someone like me at this age trying to start a new career would be next to impossible.”

Ryuji narrowed his eyes in anger. “What a piece of shit principal.”

“At least we can thank these...Phantom Thieves right for getting to come out and confess,” Mr. Ushimaru said as he looked through his papers again.

“...Right,” Ryuji awkwardly replied. He wasn’t sure what to say or do. He had only seen Mr. Ushimaru in class as the stern, nonsense, serious guy that would call you out for slacking off the moment you did. It was strange seeing him soften up a little and admit he didn’t like how something was being run.

As Ryuji walked away, he couldn’t help but feel that Mr. Ushimaru was eyeing him again, but ignored it. He muttered in annoyance. “And here I was starting to think he was ok. Ugh, what’s with all the creepy teachers.”

Unknown to the blond, his butt was swelling in size and rounded out into a more shapely manner as if someone had stuck an air pump into them and set it at its highest setting. His butt grew, straining the red pants and digging between his lower cheeks. A noticeable crease formed between his butt, outlining where each cheek began and ended. His underwear strained even more against his lower body.  When his butt had finished growing it had grown to such a size that it looked like it could rival one of the school’s volleyball. His pants strained against his new plump behind, his ass having a slight bounce as he walked despite how tight they were.

Ryuji grimaced at how tight his pants felt and pulled at them. He wondered what was wrong with them. His pants were just fine not too long ago. Not to mention that there was this weird bounce that he felt coming from his butt. He pulled at his pants and noticed that they felt more like the gym uniform, making him blink.

“There you are,” A familiar voice called out. He quickly turned and saw that it was Ms. Kawakami walking toward him, causing him to groan in annoyance.  As far as he knew, he hadn’t done anything to get on her bad side. Before he could say anything, she grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the teacher’s lounge, muttering. “C’mon, our lunch break isn’t going to last much longer.”

“Huh?” Ryuji got out in confusion as the teacher took him to the teacher’s lounge. His chin tapered upward, making his rounder and his cheekbones rose higher, changing the frame of his face into a rounder appearance.

“What are you huhing about Sakamoto?” Ms. Kawakami however asked.

“Well… you are taking me to the teacher’s lounge,” Ryuji awkwardly replied and rolled his jaw, which felt like His lips grew larger into a size that was perfect for kissing but not to a ridiculous size. His eyebrows trimmed down into neat lines with not a hair out of place. His nose shrunk slightly to a more adorable form. “Did I do something wrong?”

The teacher however raised an eyebrow to that. She questioned, “Are you okay Sakamoto? Why would you be in trouble especially with me of all people? The lounge is where we always eat.”

“What?” Ryuji questioned as they entered the lounge. He saw the dark-skinned English teacher, Ms. Chouno, and the plain math teacher Ms. Usami. The two of them seemed to be exhausted as they ate their meal.

“Oh was wondering where you two were?” Ms. Chouno said as she looked the two of them over. She smirked mischievously. “Not going to do something you shouldn’t are you? We are in school after all.”

“Shut it Chouno,” Kawakami countered in annoyance. “I was just looking for her. We don’t have too long to eat and she hadn’t shown up yet.”

Ryuji could only look on in even more confusion to the interactions. He thought before blinking a couple of times. ‘The hell is up with them? Something's not right here. Wait. . .her? Did she just refer to me as a woman?!’

“Sakamoto you should sit down. No sense in standing around when there are chairs that we could use. As Kawakami said we don’t have too long,” Ms. Usami informed as she continued to eat.

Ryuji slowly sat down in the chair and blinked when he felt that he was sitting on something soft. He blinked and looked down. His eyes bugged out and she gasped at the sight of plumper thighs and the different set of pants he was wearing.

“W-What the!?” Ryuji thought in confusion and panic.

“Is something wrong Sakamoto? You’ve been acting strange,” Kawakami asked.

At that moment, Ryuji felt a rumble in his chest and bit his lip as she started to feel warm. He jumped when she felt her underwear shift and the legs of her undergarments tighten. He didn’t need to look down her pants to see they had become a pair of panties. The former young man would admit with ease he wasn’t the smartest person in the room, but even he could tell what was going to happen next.

“E-Excuse me,” Ryuji awkwardly got out. He exited the room, leaving his stuff where it was, and looked for the nearest bathroom to inspect his body. He walked quickly to the room, passing by several crowds of students, who were heading back to their classroom to eat.

“Well if we do get a female gym teacher, I hope that she has a huge rack,” A perverted student muttered and made a cupping motion with his chest.

“Hell yeah, that would be frickin’ awesome,” another perverted student said in agreement to the thought.

“Oh no,” Ryuji muttered as the warm pleasing feeling from his chest grew. He squealed as the pleasure continued to grow, causing her head to become fuzzier as a result. His mind told him through the fuzzy haze what cup size she was. He turned the corner and felt his chest start to bounce when they were a C-cup. He saw a bathroom at the end of the hallway and ran towards it, as if she was trying to escape Kamoshida’s Palace all over again, unaware that his hair started growing out to his back, and then styled itself into a high ponytail as a blue ribbon form and tied itself into his hair that kept it in place.

He entered the bathroom and felt their growth cease when they were a massive F-cup. He looked in the mirror and gasped at the sight of the massive jugs on his chest. They looked like they could rival basketballs in size. They pulled his body down and she was willing to bet that it would have hurt his back after some time. There was no way anyone would be able to fully cup his bosom, no matter how hard anyone tried with their hands. Breast flesh would escape between their fingers no matter how hard they tried.

“Holy...shit,” Ryuji gaped with wide eyes filled with confusion, disbelief, and shock as the rest of his clothes suddenly shifted, changing into a red jersey with matching colored pants. His yellow t-shirt lost the decal and the yellow started to fade as if bleach was being poured on it, becoming a plain snow-white color shit. Now that the transformation was done he realized it was a match for the school’s gym uniform, even though it had a single line on the side instead of a checkered white one.

“Oh my god!” Ryuji squealed as a sudden tightness appeared on his body, specifically around his gigantic breasts. He felt something wrap around his new knockers and hardened. It grew thicker and cupped his breasts and provided his back sufficient support that made the weight far more manageable. He pulled the front of his shirt and saw a bright baby blue bra, pushing his new girls up.

He felt hot again and rubbed his meaty thighs as something slithered against his thigh. After a moment his eyes widened as he realized what it could be. He pulled the front of his pants, and tried to see past his titanic tits, but couldn’t. He groaned as he patted down there and felt his member standing at his attention, though not as big as it usually stood.

“Oh no,” Ryuji paled.

He could feel his balls shrinking like grapes out in the cold against his plush thighs. The changing boy looked around, wondering what he could do to try and save the last piece of himself. He closed his pants and tried to think of something, anything that he could do to save his manhood. He shuddered as he felt his scrotum get sucked inside of him. His eye twitched and his fingers convulsed as one of his balls was sucked inside of him. He went weak at the knees and had to hang on to the counter to stop her from hitting the floor as his eyes glazed over. The Phantom Thief panted heavily, enjoying how hot and bothered her body was, her fingers pressing lightly down on her entrance.

“Wait. . .her!?” Ryuji muttered in confusion, surprised that he referred to himself that way. He mentally told himself, however, he was starting to feel unsure about it. “No, I’m not a woman! I’m a guy!”

Suddenly her head was filled with memories of another youth, going to high school, college, and earning her degree, but she also had vague memories of her life as a boy and were getting harder. Her parents were the same, but the timeline seemed to have shifted so to speak. The strongest memories were the most recent ones with her becoming a Phantom Thief.

“The hell is going on with me?” Ryuji spat as she held her head.

He, no she could feel as though she was on a tightrope and if she lost focus for even a moment it would be over. She would forget all of her true precious memories. She shook her head trying to stay focused. She slowly walked out of the bathroom. She had to find the others. Maybe, they could find some way to reverse the changes. Morgana had to know something about this.

She left the bathroom and turned the corner, only for her to gasp as someone collided headfirst with her large breasts, knocking her down. She gasped as a large wave of pleasure came over her that went through her being like a shockwave. The wave hit her mind and she could feel it tip the new identity into the dominant as her old one fell into a proverbial abyss, fading into nothing.

Ryūko Sakamoto blinked and shook her head, blushing slightly from a burst of pleasure she hadn’t expected. The fuzz that clouded the gym teacher’s head faded, and she could finally think straight. She looked to see who she had hit and saw it was Akira, who was shaking his head. He looked up at her and blinked when he saw that he had crashed into his fellow Phantom Thief and gym teacher Ryūko Sakamoto. He noticed the way that her legs spread out showed a faint outline of her panties and blushed.

“Sensei? Is something wrong?” A female voice called out in concern.

The blonde turned her head to see the Student Council President approach them. Ryūko adjusted her jersey as she said. “Ah, there is no problems Makoto-san. I just had a little tumble with Akira-kun here.”

“Are you sure Sakamoto-sensei?” Makoto asked as she approached the duo.

“Of course,” The teacher replied. She couldn’t remember exactly why she had run off to the bathroom. The last thing that she remembered, was finishing her meal and then running to the bathroom for some reason. She muttered in an airy tone, convinced that that was the reason. “I must’ve had to go to the restroom.”

“Well, if you say so sensei,” Makoto responded.

Akira meanwhile held out his hand and the gym teacher took it as he pulled her up, her bust bouncing slightly as a result. He turned away to hide the blush on his face. He was grateful he didn’t end up going behind him or Ann when they were sneaking through the vents. Even more, so that the voluptuous woman didn’t get stuck in them. He would honestly have no idea what to do if she got stuck in there with how curvy she was.

“Hmm? Is everything alright Akira-Kun?” Ryūko asked innocently. “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?”

“No I’m fine Sakamoto-sensei,” Akira answered.

“Well if you two excuse me,” Ryūko politely informed. “I have to go to the gym to teach a class to make up for… freaking Kamoshida. Stay out of trouble.”

The moment the two were out of sight she smiled eagerly. The bastard had been ogling and trying to get her to do what he wanted since she was hired as the co-teacher. She wasn't able to do much since the principal would always side with Kanoshida and threatened her if word got out. The only thing she could do was support them as best she could and ease their pain.

Now that he was gone, the principal had decided she was the one in charge of the class. Her life would be so much easier now that she didn’t have to deal with him threatening her and when he accidentally copped a feel of her breasts or butt. She was going to make it up to those kids who had to deal with him however she could. These kids needed some stability and needed to know they could come to her no matter what. All the crap Kamoshida pulled was going to leave scars on them that needed to be healed.

Right now, she had a class to teach. She was going to let the kids do what they want today. After all, they had dealt with Kamoshida’s crap for so long that a small break wouldn’t hurt them. Some of them might be legitimately sad, but it would be better for everyone now that he was gone. She also knew that the first thing she was going to do was bring back the track team. After the asinine reason that he got rid of them in the first place, it was only right that they were brought back.

She entered the gym and saw that her students were already dressed in their uniforms and ready. It was good to see that despite what had happened, they could still get ready without her having to do anything.

“Good afternoon everyone,” Ryūko maturely called out to get their attention.

The whole class turned to her, and she braced herself for what was about to happen.

“KYAAAA! Ryūko-sensei!” One girl squealed out in a fangirlish manner.

“She’s soooo beautiful!” Another girl said in admiration.

“We love you sensei!” Yet another girl declared the same matter.

Some of the other girls had hearts in their eyes to the sight of the blonde gym teacher, and the gym teacher meanwhile giggled at all the girls' antics. She clapped her hands to get their attention and at once the class quieted down. She had been here for a while and still couldn’t believe that she got this reaction from the girls. “Alright boys and girls, a couple of announcements first. Since Kamoshida no longer works here at Shujin, I will be your only gym teacher now.”

The whole room seemed to have brightened up with how everyone smiled. Even the gloomiest of the boys and those that had been part of the volleyball team looked happy. Most of the people put up with him so that he wouldn’t exact some revenge later. Those in the volleyball club had been another one of his victims and had done what they could to stay on the bastard’s good side so their club would still be around.

“Hell yeah!” One of the guys cried in satisfaction.

Ryūko giggled. She had to restrain herself from doing so when Kamoshida was taken away, though she was certainly in agreement with them. She smiled. Yes, things were looking much brighter now that he was gone, and as the new official gym teacher, they were going to stay that way. Especially with everything she contributed to ensure that it would get to this point. Because she was Ryūko Sakamoto, gym teacher of Shujin Academy...and the Phantom Thief known as Skull.