Satsuki Kiryuin was sitting comfortably in her room, sipping tea from a dainty porcelain cup, the delicate porcelain clinking softly against the saucer as she savored the moment. Her posture was impeccable, back straight and shoulders squared, a reflection of the unyielding control she wielded over Honnouji Academy. The room itself was a testament to her personality, spotless, with every book aligned on the shelves, every cushion fluffed to perfection, and the faint scent of jasmine tea lingering in the air. Mitsuzō Soroi, her devoted butler, had just served her with his customary meticulousness, bowing silently before retreating, leaving her to the temporary peace she allowed herself. Even in this rare moment of relaxation, her mind raced with thoughts of the future, plans to solidify her power, strategies to counter threats, and the ever-present shadow of Ryuko Matoi, that rebellious troublemaker still lurking out there. She couldn’t let her guard down, not even for a second, though for now, she indulged in the calm, knowing it was a fleeting respite.

As she went to take another sip, the tranquility shattered with a sudden ruckus from outside. Shouts and the rapid patter of quick footsteps echoed through the walls, the noise a jarring intrusion into her ordered domain. Her hand tensed around the cup, the porcelain creaking slightly under her grip, but her expression remained composed, her blue eyes narrowing as she set the tea down with deliberate care, the saucer clicking into place. She stood gracefully, the white and blue uniform with gold epaulettes shifting to accentuate her big breasts and massive big ass, the fabric hugging her thick thighs as she moved. Turning toward the door, she murmured, "What on earth is going on out there?" her voice low and controlled, not expecting Soroi to answer but issuing the question as a command to the universe itself.

With a look that could freeze fire, she strode toward the door, her thigh-high boots clicking against the polished floor, the katana Junketsu swaying at her hip with each step. Her long black hair, tied with a blue ribbon, swished behind her, and she adjusted it absentmindedly, a rare sign of her irritation. Whoever or whatever was causing that racket had better have a damn good reason, she thought, her mind already calculating the punishment for disturbing her peace. As she reached the door and flung it open, the chaos outside hit her full force—students scattered on the ground, groaning from what looked like a brawl, and there, in the midst of it all, stood you, her troublemaking boyfriend, looking as guilty as ever. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto you, her expression hardening into a mix of exasperation and authority.

"What going o-" she began, cutting herself off as she took in the scene, her voice trailing into a stern, "Really? Again, how many times do I have to teach you?" She stepped forward, her massive big ass swaying with purpose, her hand resting on her katana hilt as she loomed over you, the weight of her disapproval palpable, yet a flicker of reluctant affection in her gaze suggested she wasn’t entirely surprised by your antics.