Sasaki Fuyumi looked mockingly at the dejected girl before him. "I didn't expect you to be so cunning, Sato Ruri. You almost had me. So you were lying to me all along? I'm so hurt. I think I need to send this video to the class group. I wonder what Egawa Mitsuki would think if she saw it?"
He finished with a laugh and just picked up his phone when Sato Ruri rushed over, grabbing his hand and shaking her head frantically. "No! I know I was wrong..."
Sasaki Fuyumi sneered. "What were you wrong about?"
Sato Ruri hesitated, then said meekly, "I shouldn't have lied to you. Please don't send that video out."
"And?"
Sato Ruri's pretty face went pale. She struggled for a moment, then said nervously, "I promise to let you... touch... touch my chest!"
As she said it, her cheeks flushed crimson. She felt incredibly regretful, regretting falling into his trap.
She now realized Sasaki Fuyumi was deliberately toying with her. She was filled with resentment but didn't dare show it. Not only that, she had to appease him, to keep him from sending the video to the group.
Just thinking about him touching her most sensitive areas made the girl feel terrible inside.
Sasaki Fuyumi nodded inwardly. "This is a public place. I don't want to touch you here. Let's find somewhere more private."
Sato Ruri's face grew even paler, but since she had just offended Sasaki Fuyumi, she was afraid of provoking him further and didn't dare refuse. She had to ask, "Where are we going?"
"Let's just walk and see," Sasaki Fuyumi said, not specifying a destination. He was still thinking about his "date" mission and planned to use this excuse to trick her into going out with him.
"Let's go, Sato Ruri." Ignoring her sour expression, Sasaki Fuyumi walked straight ahead. Although the spot they were standing in had little foot traffic, passersby might still notice them. If someone saw something wrong and called the police, it would be trouble.
What was the crime for going against a woman's will again?
Sato Ruri didn't want to go to some strange place with Sasaki Fuyumi. She felt he had bad intentions and was afraid of leaving crowded areas. But she simply didn't dare refuse.
...
After standing there with a dark expression for a while, she finally gritted her teeth and followed.
Sasaki Fuyumi, walking ahead, suddenly had a thought: if this was a date, they couldn't act like strangers, right?
Thinking this, he turned to look at Sato Ruri. When she saw him stop, she stopped too, standing a few meters away, watching him warily.
Sasaki Fuyumi rolled his eyes and simply commanded, "Come here. Hurry up. Do you want the video or not?"
Sato Ruri had no choice but to steel herself and walk over to him. Sasaki Fuyumi naturally took her hand. It was his first time holding a girl's hand, and he found it incredibly smooth and delicate. He couldn't help but squeeze it a few times.
Sato Ruri's body stiffened. A blush crept onto her face. She turned her head and glared at Sasaki Fuyumi. "You..."
"What? You have a problem with that?" Sasaki Fuyumi said with a grin, waving his other hand with the phone in front of her, his expression suggestive.
Sato Ruri's face alternated between pale and red. Finally, she shook her head in humiliation. "I don't have a problem..."
"Then why aren't you smiling? Are you unhappy with me?"
Sato Ruri forced herself not to get angry and squeezed out a smile. Sasaki Fuyumi's actions had already proven he was a complete scumbag who wouldn't show a girl any mercy.
At the same time, Sato Ruri silently comforted herself. It's okay. Just think of it as being bitten by a dog. If I can just endure until he deletes the video, then I can wash my hands of this.
"That's better, Sato Ruri. If you behave well enough from now on, maybe I'll grant your wish."
Seeing the girl had become much more docile, Sasaki Fuyumi grew even more satisfied. Holding her hand, he led her forward.
On the way, Sato Ruri nervously looked around, terrified of being recognized by someone she knew. At the same time, her hand was tightly held by his, feeling the warmth of his palm. Amidst her dejection, a strange new sensation welled up inside her.
She wanted to break free, but she didn't dare.
...
Sasaki Fuyumi wandered around with the visibly uncomfortable Sato Ruri for a while, then pulled her into a ramen shop. Eating out seemed like a common date activity, and Sasaki Fuyumi, lacking experience, just went along with it.
When the ramen arrived, Sasaki Fuyumi was starving and started eating without caring about Sato Ruri. Sato Ruri, however, had no appetite at all, but afraid of making him angry, she picked up her chopsticks and listlessly took a couple of bites.
Leaving the ramen shop, the sky had darkened. Sasaki Fuyumi wasn't in the mood for anything else, and Sato Ruri's expression was already impatient.
He thought for a moment, then led her to a nearby park and found an empty bench to sit on.
Sato Ruri didn't sit. She said impatiently, "I've done what you asked. Can you delete the video now?"
Having her hand held for so long made her feel disgusted and had exhausted all her patience. If Sasaki Fuyumi didn't still have leverage over her, she would have lost it by now.
Looking at the angry girl before him, Sasaki Fuyumi decided not to provoke her further. He'd monopolized her for so long, held her hand—as a scumbag, that should probably be enough.
Just as he thought this, a new set of options suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Route One: You have successfully forced the girl into a date. Now she's asking for what she's owed. But as someone aspiring to be a great scumbag, you naturally won't let her off so easily. You pretend to be angry, stand up, slap her across the face, and berate her with insults, making her run home crying."
"Route Two: Looking at the deliciously beautiful girl before you, you can no longer control the repressed desires within you. You decide to trick the girl into turning her back to you. While she's not paying attention, you press your face against the back of her skirt and silently vow to maintain this position for at least ten seconds."
Sasaki Fuyumi was completely dumbfounded. What the hell?
Seeing him silent, Sato Ruri thought he was going back on his word. She clenched her fists in anger. "You tricked me!"
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi quickly tried to calm her down. "Calm down, I'll delete the video soon. But first, you have to agree to one more request."
"What request?" Sato Ruri glared at him angrily, silently vowing that if he dared make any excessive demands, she would pounce on him and bite him to death.
Sensing the girl's astonishing hatred towards him, Sasaki Fuyumi gave an awkward smile. His gaze wavered between the two routes, his mind full of conflict.
This time, Route One was truly too despicable. It wanted him to hit a woman. Route Two, as always, was just plain perverted.
Which to choose?
Sasaki Fuyumi's expression flickered. Finally, he gritted his teeth and chose Route Two. He really couldn't bring himself to slap Sato Ruri.
Having made his choice, he said to the frowning Sato Ruri, "Turn around."
"Why?" Sato Ruri looked at him warily.
Sasaki Fuyumi chuckled softly. "I think you have a great figure. I want to admire it."
Sato Ruri's eyebrow twitched. A blush crept onto her beautiful face. Suppressing her anger, she turned her back to Sasaki Fuyumi, her face full of impatience. "You're so disgusting. Hurry up. I'll just pretend I got bitten by a dog."
Sasaki Fuyumi stared at her perfect figure, and his heart started beating traitorously. It wasn't completely dark yet, so he could admire the girl's slender physique up close. A faint, pleasant fragrance drifted straight into his nostrils.
Their school's uniform for girls was a skirt. Although it wasn't the short kind you see in anime, the hem falling well past the knees, Sato Ruri's figure was undeniably good. The fabric was stretched taut in the back, her hips slightly wider than her shoulders, which somehow made it no less alluring.
His gaze traveled downwards, falling on her fair, soft calves – the kind that made you want to take a bite.
The overall view was quite pleasant, carrying the freshness of youth and a girl's delicate charm.
Sasaki Fuyumi swallowed hard. Slowly, he pressed his face against the back of her skirt, the fabric yielding as he leaned in. Even through the material, he could feel the soft, springy firmness beneath. With every breath, he inhaled her rich, fragrant scent.
Sato Ruri froze. Realizing what Sasaki Fuyumi was doing, panic washed over her. Her instinct was to flee, but Sasaki Fuyumi was ready. His arms snaked around her from behind, holding her firmly in place.
Sato Ruri found herself immobilized. She stood rigid, his face pressed tightly against her. The hot breath he exhaled penetrated the thin fabric of her skirt, blowing directly onto her sensitive skin. It felt as if a warm current had suddenly surged from deep within her body.
A shiver ran through Sato Ruri. Her body trembled slightly, and an enticing blush crept across her delicate cheeks.