Be Vice Principal Luna. It's pretty great being the Batwoman of the school, striking fear into the hearts of wrong-doers. You hear all the rumors through your contacts in the student body. They span a range of topics from the mundane "who likes who" to the more esoteric rumors about the true magical nature of the new student. You would be worried about how the students are viewing transfer students as likely villains, but they seem to enjoy being part of weird magical events.

An acquired taste, you suppose. You have heard a rather amusing rumor that has you visiting your sister's sunny office. You find her frowning at her computer, no doubt sifting through the many e-mails that come her way. Not for the first time, you are glad you are only the vice-principal, and thus less a target for influence. Celly looks up as you enter, giving you a weak smile.

"Volunteering to take over for me again?"

You shudder. You tried that once, and once was enough.

"I'm afraid not. I just thought I'd pass on some amusing bits of gossip."

She leans back in her chair, relaxing somewhat.

"And what are the kids saying?"

You sit on the edge of her desk, a place she always keeps clear for you.

"They say Anonymous is actually an incubus, seducing the female student body with cooking and muscles. They expect a bid for world domination by the next dance."

That gets a chuckle out of her.

"I would have thought they would be more creative than that. That was more or less Sunset Summer's plan."

You shrug.

"What's more interesting is that they think he isn't interested in any of the girls."

Celly raises an eyebrow.

"They think he's gay?"

"The think he has a thing for you, if you can believe it. Well, it wouldn't be the first time a boy was attracted to an older powerful woman."

She forces a laugh.

"Haha, yes that is hard to believe."

...

You raise an eyebrow at your sister.

"Is there something to this rumor after all?"

She buries her face in her hands.

"He does like me."

Well.

"That sounds like a story. Should I be looking forward to a niece or nephew in the next nine months or so?"

Celly glares at you.

"Give me some credit. It's entirely unrequited."

Something about the way she said it... You hop off the desk and crouch by her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay to feel flattered by the attention of young men. Goodness knows I have a little fan club feeding my ego as well."

Your sister smiles wryly.

"It's your own fault for playing the scary and stern older woman. But..."

She groans.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this... did you ever masturbate while thinking about them?"

Oh. Well, truth be told,

"I've always wanted to be the center of a male gangbang, but it's easier to keep that kind of fantasy separate. Well, Anonymous is a senior, so you only have to wait about seven months before you can indulge in some nice young cock."

"Luna! Don't tell me you've really..."

You laugh.

"Not right after they graduate, but sometimes I meet one in a bar a couple years later."

Celly sighs in exasperation.

"You really are such a man-eater. Meanwhile your poor sister is so loaded down with paperwork and board meetings that she can't even go to a bar in the evenings."

You scoff.

"More like if you do get drunk, you turn into an embarrassing lecher of a woman. Didn't you grope the bartender's pec's last time you went out?"

She groans, covering her face again.

"Don't remind me. I'm just glad he didn't press charges."

What was it you were talking about? Oh yes.

"Going back, it's fine if you fantasize about the students. Just keep it separate from reality."

Celly rests her hands in her lap and gives you a little smile.

"Thanks, Sis."

"Anytime. Well, I better get back to scaring the students and giving the unsuspecting masochists awkward boners."

Your sister laughs, shaking her head.

"Pervert. At least do some real work while you're here."

You give her a salute and waltz out of the office, having done your duty as younger sister. Now to be the vice-principal this school needs, if not the one it deserves.