Beauty and the Banchou: The Mixer (3)

The art room of last shot high is covered in graffiti depicting genitals and profanity. Broken chairs, bats, pipes and tables lay strewn through the room. In the back corner multiple sofas have been drug in along with a large coffee table. The table and floor are covered in cigarette butts and bottles.
"Hey Tank! You're nearing graduation aren't you?"
The giant man nods.
"Didn't expect that from Tank-sama!"
"Even amongst the students here he's always been notoriously bad at academics."
"Man, who's gunna be banchou when Tank leaves?"
"Gunna be a big war...probably will go back to a banchou from every year again too."
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My name is Tankaroshi Ryuji, and I am the banchou of Last Chance High. I will be graduating soon, completely unexpected by my parents and even myself.
To be honest, I would have skipped the graduation and dropped out about now if it wasn't for my beautiful wife. Fubuki, the Yuki-Onna who took my heart and my virginity. Her grades are top class at even a prestigious school, so she's been helping me study.
"Why are you smiling so much Tank?"
I quickly wipe the look off my face.
"None of your business."
"Probably thinking about his wife…"
"Ah! I'm so jealous! I want a cute wife too!"
"Senpai! Tank-sama! You have to help us get some!"
"How did you get one Tank-sama!?"
The delinquents look at me and plead with their hearts heavy and eyes filled with tears. I run a hand through my pompadour.
"I really didn't do anything though...so I don't know…"
"Ah! As expected of Tank-senpai!"
"Tank-sama didn't even try and got such a cute wife!"
"Tank-saaamaaa!"
I have become quite the celebrity around the district. My wife and I are quite strong and have easily won every fight we've gotten into. The other schools had given us the nickname, "The Frozen Hearts". Lame but at least they're trying. I scratch my chin in thought.
Sitting with me is my three most loyal lackeys that have followed me since the end of grade school. Three lackeys...three...wanting cute wives like Fubuki….
I snap my fingers.
"Oh!"
And I chuckle smugly.
"Alright boys, your beloved senpai will get you some nookie. But here's the thing…"
My face turns serious as my glare cuts through them.
"These girls aren't the casual type, you better be seriously wanting a commitment. You hurt them which in turns hurts Fubuki...You'll be graduating from the hospital. Got it?"
"S-Senpai!"
"Tank-sama!!!"
The last one rubs his eyes as they all scream in joy.

I walk through my door and smell some delicious grub cooking. I've been excited all day, my parents aren't home tonight and Fubuki ditched class to ready a "surprise" for me. I follow the savory smell of grilled meat towards the kitchen before my already watering mouth waters further for another reason.
"Oh! Darling, welcome home."
She looks over her shoulder seductively at me. She's wearing an apron but her tight blue butt wiggles back and forth at me as the contours of her back shines with alluringly smooth skin.
"I hope you're hungry."
She says, swinging her hips with each word.
"Fucking starving!"
I shout before diving forward and squeezing her rear while nibbling her neck.
"Aah! Sweety! Not while I'm cooking! You're such an animal!"
She yelps, though her body presses against me as she presents more of her neck.
"It's your fault for being so tasty!"
I pull down my baggy pants and shove myself into her wetness.
"Nooooo! Darling! I need to cook!"
She acts sweetly as she slaps her hips back against me herself.
We both enjoy our love making for a time, our breaths and moans syncing up with my thrusts.
"Ahhh! Sweety not so rough! It feels too good!"
She whimpers at me sweetly. Though our lovemaking is interrupted by her cell phone.
"Hey Fubuki-"
"It's fine darling! Just keep loving me!"
Of course, the other end of the phone doesn't get the message as they call back a few more times.
The sweetness of my wife stops as her face forms the face of a murderer. She grabs her phone and answers.
"Oi...There's less painful ways to kill yourself you know…"
She threatens through the phone.
"I don't care what it is bitches, I'm with my husband. And I swear if you cunts ruin the mood we're in, I will come back home and nail you up on the wall by your tits."
After a second her face lightens up as her banchou voice falls back to her usual sweet tone.
"Oh Ryuji called earlier?"
I hugged her from behind, still connected.
"Yeah some of my buddies were looking for dates so I thought maybe we could host a mixer between your friends and mine. Is that alright?"
"Of course it is! It's a great idea!"
She shines back at me and places a kiss on my lips before telling them to call back in a few hours.
"Now, where were we?"
I whisper in her ear as I saw myself back and forth.

"Eh!? You say somethin!?"
I grab a guy by his shirt and look down at him with a glare that could kill.
"H-Huh!? I didn't say-"
"Tch. Tell ya what, let me borrow a little money and I'll forget this whole thing."
I let go of him and motion for him to hand over his money. The man sighs before handing over his wallet. After I take out the cash I leave him with about 50 yen.
“All’s forgiven, have a good day.”
He slowly walks by me, his head lowered.
“I said scram!”
He breaks out into a run before I meet up with the rest of the guys.
“Oi.”
They smile up from their squatting as they show me a handful of bills.
“Good haul then?”
“Yeah!”
“We’re ready for the date Tank-Sama!”
“Senpai rocks!”
I nod.
“It’s a long and treacherous march. But let’s go, Fubuki should already be there waiting for us with her friends.”
We take a bus towards Fubuki’s, using this time I really observe my friends. They’ve grown over the years. The most athletic of the three’s name is Yuuta, he has a regent cut and a short Gakuran. He tried for the baseball team and was damn good but his temper got him kicked off. The short one with a punch perm and an open Gakuran, covered in bruises is Uedo and he has the worst temper of us all. Once nearly killed a teacher before he was thrown into last chance high. Finally the tall one deciding to take up as much room on the bus as possible is Obazaki, inventor of the Obazaki special, a move so dangerous not even I try to use it. His head is shaved into a half limp mohawk and a scar goes down his left cheek, he wears a long, open Gakuran with a ripped up T-shirt underneath.
Finally, the bus stops and we step out towards the mountain.
“H-Hey Senpai it’s freezing!”
Uedo says.
“Y-Yeah what the hell!?”
Yuuta agrees.
I give them a dirty look.
“Eh!? After I slaved away to help get you guys these dates? You pussies are just gunna complain!?”
“N-No! Tank-sama!”
“Sorry senpai!”
With a  click of my teeth, I take a step towards the mountain.
“Huh? Where are you going Tank-sama?”
“I’m going to my girlfriend’s house, they should all be there right now. You faggots comin?”
They shiver as they stare at the arctic temperatures before them.

“H-H-How m-much f-further senpai!?”
“I’ve lost all feeling i-in my body!”
I grunt.
“It’s not that bad you big babies!”
“Obazaki!”
Obazaki lies face first in the snow unconscious.
“My god you guys are ungrateful shits, you know that?”
My arms wrap around Obazaki as I throw him over my shoulders. My fellow rebellious youth follows close behind as we walk up the snow-covered mountain to the cabin.
“F-Finally!”
They all run past me and I shake my head before walking up and knocking. After a few minutes the door opens to reveal my beautiful wife Fubuki.
“Ah! Ryuji!”
She hugs me tightly and I enjoy her coolness.
“H-Hey! Tank-sama! Can we please go in n-now?”
Yuuta shivers.
“Eh!? Can’t you see I’m with my wife right now?”
I grab him by his collar and a layer of ice shatters off of his jacket.
“S-Senpai wait! We aren’t strangely immune to the cold like you! F-Forgive him!”
I sigh and step inside, the two nearly frozen delinquents quickly throwing themselves inside and trying to warm up. I dump Obazaki on the floor and he groans in pain.
“Sorry about my friends Fubuki…”
“It’s no problem husband! Let’s just move them towards the fire.”
I hear a voice from the mature lady who silently climbed down the stairs.
“Ryuji you’re back again! So good to see you son!”
Kosetsu, Fubuki’s mother gives me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Oi Kosetsu-san, sorry about making a ruckus.”
She laughs and waves it away with her hand.
“Oh nothing wrong with having lively men in the house! Think nothing of it. I hear you all have a big group date tonight.”
I pick up Obazaki under my arm and walk towards the living room.
“Yeah, should be fun as long as these guys man up a bit.”

The three delinquents shit-squat in front of the fire and stick out their hands as they thank god for fire. In the meantime I’m cuddling with Fubuki on the couch.
“Fubuki, did you find a place for us?”
“Yes! There’s a restaurant me and the girls always went to when I went to Frozen Pass High. It will help with the girls’ nervousness being somewhere they know too.”
“That’s my girl.”
I hear the door open as well as some heavy stomps before I see Fubuki’s father enter the room.
“Oh! Banchou of Last Shot High! Good to see you again.”
He says that almost mockingly.
“Oi.”
“You taking my daughter out again?”
“Yeah, and introducing some friends to hers.”
He looks down and sighs in reminiscence.
“Ah, lackeys. Oi lackeys! Workin hard?”
The three frozen kids are in their own world as  they shiver in front of the fireplace.
“Huh? Are they retarded?”
He asks me.
“No, they’re just not used to the climate.”
Fubuki’s father blows a raspberry.
“Oi! Lackeys! If you’re a man you’ll endure a little cold huh? Be more like your boss!”
He sighs and undoes his tie and I stop him and tuck the bloody bills sticking out down into his shirt pocket.
“What a good boy. By the way son, have you thought about that job offer?”
I shrug.
“A bit I guess.”
His hand clasps my shoulder.
“Oi…”
And his voice turns serious.
“It’s fine to be a kid while you can, but if you’re going to be with my daughter, you have to take care of her.”
I nod.
“I know that. I want to take care of her.”
His expression lightens up.
“I know ya do son. Just remember there’s always an opening down at the “office”.”
“Huh? You’re thinking about working with my dad?”
Fubuki looks at me.
“If he’s smart he will. We could use some muscle like him.”
“I’m thinking about it…”
I hear the sounds of stomping down stairs and I quickly slap the back of each one of the yankees heads.
“The girls are here idiots! Get it together!”
The guys quickly stand up and wake up from their frozen coma.
The kejourou, Tsurara-Onna, and the Yeti are all wearing kimonos, though very provocative unlike my wife’s. As much as I like tits I still prefer to have a bit to use my imagination on.
“Is this them?”
“These are some of the toughest bastards of Last Shot High?”
“Kinda small huh?”
I can see the fire behind the frozen woman’s eyes as Fubuki burns her influence into her friends with her gaze alone.
I hear a quiet, “I get first pick.” before Obazaki steps forward.
“Hello ladies. I’m Obazaki, boss of the second years at Last Shot High.”
I hear the guys behind you sneer at his lie.
“Boss of the second years? So you took over for Tankaroshi-san then? You must be pretty tough.”
The long-haired beauty says in surprise.
“Ever hear of the Obazaki bomb? I came up with it.”
He brags about something that no one would ever think would be something to brag about.
“The Obazaki bomb?”
Somehow she seems really impressed and curious. He chuckles to himself and wraps the kejourou in his arm.
“Come on, I’ll explain it on the way. What’s your name by the way cutie?”
The usually tough acting kejourou hides behind her hair shyly.
“K-kami.”
“What a beautiful name.”
The blushing Kami’s hair unconsciously begins to wrap around Obazaki.
“Alright! I’m next! Ora!”
I hear Yuuta whisper as he pumps himself up.
“Oi! Yuuta here. What’s your name?”
He says staring at the girl with ice shards sticking from her hair and body.
“Kori.”
“Will you settle with me for your date?”
He holds his hand out and the Tsurara-Onna looks him up and down before nodding and taking his hand.
Finally Uedo clears his throat.
“Guess that just leaves us huh?”
“Guess so.”
The ironic matchup causes you to almost burst out laughing as the largest girl is paired with the shortest guy.
“But I gotta say...I kinda got lucky, you’re the girl I wanted to pick.”
He smiles shyly as he rubs the back of his head.
“Y-You did?”
She says, clearly she was worried if he just got stuck with her.
“Well...You look like you’d give real warm hugs.”
“Damn right I do! I give the warmest hugs you’ll ever get! Ora! Ora!”
She quickly leaps forward and wraps him tightly in her chest, the man clearly has ascended into heaven.
“I suppose that just leaves me darling.”
I turn towards the most beautiful one of them all.
“Let’s show them how a couple should be eh?”
She nods her head and squeezes tightly into my side.

Despite my lackeys' effort to act tough they're shivering furiously as we enter the restaurant. I shoot them a glare before approaching the Hostess and they straighten up. The white furred werewolf smiles at me brightly as I approach her.
"Oi, seating for eight."
"Ah, sorry there'll be a wait. Would you mind-"
I feel the cool sensation on my arm leave me as Fubuki slams her hand on the desk.
"Eh!? We gotta wait!?"
The white wolf quickly freezes up.
"F-Fubuki-sama!? W-We weren't expecting you! I'll go find somewhere for you!"
She quickly runs towards the back of the restaurant, and just as quickly, a group of girls leave in a hurry.
The white wolf bows deeply to us.
"It appears a place has just opened up!"
"Yaaay! Ah! A date with my husband! Let's go darling."
The sweet Yuki-Onna hugs tightly around my arm. We funnel into the large corner booth with Fubuki and I taking the corner.
"Oi Kami! Let me order for ya!!
Obazaki tries to play it smooth as he grabs her menu.
Yuuta reaches for a napkin but accidently bumps hands with Kori, she quickly tries to back away only for his pinky to intertwine with hers as they just barely hold hands. However Uedo has made the most progress, the Yeti named Kuma has wrapped the lad up in a half hug as they laugh about fights and trouble they've gotten into.
I chuckle to myself at the sight.
"We did good huh Fubuki?"
She nuzzles into me and nods.

Dinner goes well, in fact they may be going a little too well. The girls are all giving the boys those looks Fubuki gives me before she starts getting in the mood. The young virgin delinquents laugh in embarrassment as they're felt up and squeezed hungrily.
Though the mood is quickly ruined by the sounds of obnoxious laughter. From across the room, a group of monsters and their boyfriends dressed all flashy sit down.
"Bastards…"
"They know this is Frozen Pass High Territory."
"Fuckin' Hi High."
The girls growl as they stare at the girls flirtily hugging their boyfriends. The girls across the room clearly don't suit the climate so they must be from the school up near the volcano.
An ignis wearing nothing but baggy pants and bandages around her chest cuddles up her tanned boyfriend. A salamander with a singed wooden sword resting against the table and a long coat laughs at her man's jokes. The Hellhound kicks her feet up on the table as she squeezes the punch permed man to her side. And finally a Manticore covered in scars swishes her tail around as she dotes on the little man beside her, he however is small with glasses and looks very out of place.
"Girls."
Fubuki gets the Frozen Pass Hellions attention.
"You have these fine men with you tonight. Don't worry about it."
"But boss!"
"Oi!"
Fubuki's eyes narrow.
"I'm not your boss anymore. Which do you want more? Some dick or a fight?"
The girls fidget unsure as if to fight or stay.
"Oi!"
Obasaki slams his hand on the table after observing how irritated the girls are.
"Keep it the fuck down over there!"
"Eh!?"
The other table stares over as they sneer.
"Oi Obasaki. Ain't our fight, you know?"
I look at him with my brow raised. My other lackeys stand up and point at the Hi High punks.
"You heard us! I don't like you interrupting our good mood over here!
"Go home and die idiots!"
"Come back when you learn some manners!"
The girls at our table all blush as they see the youth stick up for them.
The other table gets up as the men meet in the middle of the restaurant. Soon after the pushing and yelling starts, the girls get involved.
"Hi High Whores!"
"Fuckin frozen pass pussies!"
Fubuki and I chuckle as we feed each other sushi. Let the small fry fight.
*splat*
From their table the hellhound had thrown food at our kejourou, however it missed and hit Fubuki on the face in the middle of our flirting.
The entire restaurant feels a dark aura of dread coming from our booth.
With a crash I flip the table over and stomp over to the fight.
"I want a fuckin apology…NOW!"
"Eh!? How about yo-"
My fist slams into the punk's face getting a yelp from the hellhound.
Her eyes glow bright with fire as she charges at me, only for her massive fist to be caught by a small blue hand. The tall Yuki-Onna looks up at her from the side of her eyes as she lets a cigarette hang from her bottom lip, a thick vein poking out from her cheek.
"Were you about to punch my man bitch?"
In an instant K.O fubuki slams her fist into the hellwan's face. I slam a kid through the table as the Yuki-Onna takes the sword from the Salamander and beats her into submission. My fist finds purchase into a punch permed head before I pick him up over my head and toss them across the room. A fireball from the ignis is countered with a blast of frost before Fubuki kicks her in the cunt and yanks her hair into a table.
I turn to the shaking boy in glasses before I feel a bunch of sharp stabs in my back.
"H-Husband!"
A sweet voice calls out before a low growl.
"Let's see if that tail will grow back after I rip it off bitch!"
I'm practically frozen stiff...in more ways than one.
"H-Husband! Are you alright?"
She gently pats my arm and that's more than enough to set me off.
I grab her by her hips and slam her onto the table.
"O-Oh my! Right here!?"
She blushes as I practically slobber all over her.

The middle of the restaurant is completely destroyed. And though my face is practically a tomato and on fire Fubuki couldn't be any more pleased as she rubs me and calls me stud over and over. Looking over I see the girls have gotten pretty amorous as well as the guys dismiss themselves with their dates quickly in toe.
"What say we go home for another round?"
Fubuki whispers in my ear.

I grab my diploma before stepping down from the stage. But not before a large crowd of Yakuza cheer for me and Fubuki waves.
I've finally graduated Last Chance High. Nobody expected me to and to be honest, I didn't either.
The Yakuza all greet and congratulate me as my father-in-law reminds me there's a place in the office for me.
"So Husband, what now? You're out of school, and I'll be out next year…"
You scratch your chin.
"I'm not sure yet but…"
I take her hand and kiss her lips.
"As long as you're with me Fubuki, I know it'll be fun."