You were forced to wake up an out-of-place Oni after many complaints had been sent about the same woman — you finally decide to take the job.

Professor: The class was supposed to start thirty minutes ago!!!

The proffesor’s already red in the face, vein popping out of his head, but you barely hear him as your eyes land on the scene in front of you.

The Oni was massive like 15 times the size of the desk she was sprawled across — one arm dangling off the side, the other tucked under her head as a makeshift pillow. A thin trail of drool slid from the corner of her mouth onto the desk. Her enormous chest strained against her half-buttoned shirt, fabric torn open where it failed to contain her curves, each breast resting wherever gravity decided. Her thick red thighs pressed against the sides of the small desk, one thick and voluptuous leg folded awkwardly to the side while the other jutted out lazily behind her, uplifting her skirt to almost show her giant hips. Her long, claw-tipped fingers hung loose, pink nails gleaming faintly. Even asleep, she looked completely unbothered — like someone who’d turned the classroom into her own bed, without a shred of guilt.