Baddie Distribution System
Chapter 26: One Wish

Chapter 26: One Wish

Arriving at school, Dapper headed straight to the principal’s office. Normally, results were posted on the school’s online portal for students to check themselves—or alternatively sent to their guardians by mail. But for some reason, final year students were instructed to collect theirs in person.

Dapper knocked on the principal’s office door.

"Come in," a deep voice boomed from within.

Without hesitation, Dapper opened the door and stepped inside. The principal sat behind a wide table cluttered with documents and files. His eyes were fixed on the screen before him as his fingers clacked away on the keyboard. He was a bald man, seemingly in his early fifties, with a white goatee beard and massive pimple bumps dotting his cheeks.

"Good morning, sir," Dapper greeted politely.

"Uhh, what’s your name? What do you want?"

"My name is Dapper Freeman. I’m here to collect my results. I’m a final year student, Class—" Dapper began listing out the required details.

The principal nodded while listening, then paused his typing and started sifting through the scattered files, mumbling under his breath. Suddenly, he stopped and lifted his head as if recalling something important.

"A teacher came by this morning—Mrs. Layla, I believe. She collected your result. Since she was your homeroom teacher, I handed it over to her," the principal said.

"Mrs. Layla? Did she take everyone’s results?" Dapper asked, surprise still in his voice.

"No, just yours. She probably wants to speak to you about something. You can leave now," the principal waved his hand, dismissing Dapper without a second glance.

Dapper left the office and made his way toward Mrs. Layla’s private office. Thanks to her long tenure, she had her own personal space—unlike most teachers who shared the common staff room.

’Mrs. Layla... that busty woman. Why does she want to see me? Now that I think about it, she asked me to meet her after class on my first day in my predecessor’s school. Damn it. My predecessor must’ve done something to piss her off.’ Dapper thought as he approached her office.

*BAM!*

Someone suddenly rammed into him, nearly knocking him off his feet. What confirmed it wasn’t accidental was the punch that followed—square in the face, forcing Dapper to clutch his nose in pain.

"Watch where you’re going, idiot! Boys like you think you can do whatever just because you’ve got a pretty face, hahaha!" the person jeered before walking away.

Dapper raised his head and saw him—Jack, the notorious school bully. A hulking figure and final year student in a different class. He was infamous for targeting handsome boys, and Dapper, with his almost unreal appearance, was clearly his favorite prey. No one dared challenge Jack due to his sheer strength. Many believed he had a Combat-type system.

"Fuck~" Dapper muttered, wiping the blood from his nose. He was seething, tempted to teach Jack a lesson right then and there. Despite his mastery of martial arts in his past life, brute force alone wouldn’t be enough. Not against someone like Jack—who likely had both raw power and combat skills far beyond the norm.

Dapper gritted his teeth and kept walking. Upon reaching Mrs. Layla’s door, he swiftly knocked. There was no response from inside—even after knocking hard enough to vent his frustrations, nothing happened.

Just as he turned to leave, the office door creaked open.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, Dapper. Come on in," Mrs. Layla said, ushering him inside. Compared to the principal’s office, it was much smaller and more cramped, but still decent for a school space. A desk with a laptop sat at one end, a small TV was mounted on the wall, and there was a two-to-three-seater couch tucked into the corner.

"Good morning. The principal told me you collected my results this morning, so I came to get them," Dapper said, cutting straight to the point. Time wasn’t on his side—he needed to begin his plans for the day.

"Y-Yeah, I took it on purpose because I wanted to see you. Why didn’t you show up the other day?" Mrs. Layla asked, resting her chin on her palm. As she shifted her posture, Dapper caught a clear glimpse of her cleavage—those heavy milfy mounds softly pressing against each other.

*Gulp.*

"Sorry about that, I forgot," Dapper replied, swallowing a mouthful of saliva as he tried to steer his mind away from her cleavage to avoid an erection. But it was already too late—his little brother wasn’t obeying. It twitched and strained inside his pants, the girthy outline revealing itself boldly.

"Alright, if you say s-so. Here’s your report sheet," Mrs. Layla stammered as her eyes involuntarily dropped to Dapper’s bulge. She froze, unable to believe what she was seeing.

’How can he be packing that much?! And he’s not only handsome—he’s huge down there too!’ Mrs. Layla thought, swallowing hard. She was a married woman and did love her husband but he was a one-minute wonder man. Seeing someone young like Dapper getting hard just from her cleavage stirred a yearning in her she tried to bury.

’Shit, she noticed my bulge by how she’s staring. Since things ended up this way, I might as well farm some life points. But it’s risky,’ Dapper thought and immediately activated his skill.

[Sex Pheromones Scent has been activated.]

The effect was immediate. A strong, masculine scent began wafting out from Dapper’s pores, spreading into the room.

Dapper stood from the couch and strode to Mrs. Layla’s desk. Reaching for the brown envelope containing his results, he made sure to brush his hand against hers.

"Haaa~"

"Oh, sorry about that," Dapper said smoothly, taking the envelope before returning to the couch. He cast a side glance at Mrs. Layla. Her face was flushed, her breaths uneven. She kept stealing glances at the bulge in his pants.

’Fufufu...’ Dapper chuckled to himself and opened the envelope. Pulling out the exam sheet, he scanned it.

His eyes widened.

’I got A’s across the board? I thought Ruth’s bribe would only bump me to a C? Sure, I gave it my all during the exams, but straight A’s?’

He slid the sheet back into the envelope and looked at Mrs. Layla.

"You got A’s in everything—and believe me, it had nothing to do with any bribe. It was your hard work. The way you answered the questions shocked every teacher. I wanted to scold you for ditching school for weeks, but when I saw your results this morning, I changed my mind. As your homeroom teacher, I’ll grant you one wish. Anything—so long as it’s within my power," Mrs. Layla said with a smile, doing her best to resist the pheromone’s effects.

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[A/N: For those thinking the MC is a simp for letting Jack off the hook—he’s not. He just knows when to strike and when to hold back. No one will be spared.]

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