"As a scumbag, you still lack some finesse. Please continue your efforts."
Watching the system's prompt message fade away, Sasaki Fuyumi adjusted his hairstyle in the mirror, then left home for school.
Arriving at the classroom, Sato Ruri was already there, sitting and staring blankly into space. She noticed Sasaki Fuyumi's arrival, her expression shifting slightly before she awkwardly looked down at her book.
But Sasaki Fuyumi noticed her secretly glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He didn't think much of it; being hated after doing something like that was normal. And since she was a pervert who liked snooping into others' privacy, Sasaki Fuyumi's guilt wasn't that strong.
Still, seeing the girl at school did relieve him. Last night, he'd been a bit worried Sato Ruri might not be able to handle the humiliation and ask for leave. It seemed he'd underestimated her.
Just then, the teacher entered through the back door. Seeing Sasaki Fuyumi standing there, he said, "Sasaki Fuyumi, help me deliver these documents to the principal's office."
The teacher handed him a stack of papers, then headed for the podium.
Sasaki Fuyumi groaned inwardly at his bad luck.
Sighing, he took the documents and left the classroom. The principal's office wasn't in the teaching building, so delivering them would take considerable time. He'd just treat it as authorized tardiness.
Thinking these thoughts, Sasaki Fuyumi arrived at the principal's office. He knocked, but there was no response from inside.
Not there?
He hesitated. He couldn't go back with the documents. Since he was delivering them, maybe just leaving them on the desk would be fine.
Noticing the door wasn't fully closed but slightly ajar, Sasaki Fuyumi tentatively pushed it open. The inside seemed empty, the curtains drawn, making the room somewhat dim.
Sasaki Fuyumi stepped inside.
"You finally came."
The moment he entered, a cool, clear voice sounded from in front of the desk. The office chair, which had been facing the window, suddenly swiveled around. Egawa Mitsuki sat there, her deep eyes fixed on Sasaki Fuyumi, faint ripples in them concealing a chilling aura.
Sasaki Fuyumi was startled. He glanced down at the documents in his hand, then back up at her, as if understanding something.
"You had the teacher arrange for me to come here?" Sasaki Fuyumi asked, his tone puzzled. Egawa Mitsuki was just a student; why would the teacher do something like this for her?
Egawa Mitsuki looked at him with contempt. "Some people are born to be beasts of burden, while others are born in Rome. The gap between classes is unimaginably vast. Yet some people, oblivious to their own impending doom, choose to offend those they shouldn't."
Sasaki Fuyumi frowned, looking at her. "You mean you're one of those born in Rome? What does that have to do with me?"
Sasaki Fuyumi thought Egawa Mitsuki was a bit chuunibyou and foolish. Class distinctions weren't something people usually talked about openly, and it wasn't really allowed anyway.
Egawa Mitsuki's gaze turned cold. "I'm a very suspicious person. I always mark things I don't want others to see. Yesterday, the only ones late for P.E. were you and Sato Ruri. Sato Ruri isn't a pervert or a lesbian; she wouldn't open my backpack for no reason. Only you could have done it."
Sasaki Fuyumi thought to himself, You couldn't be more wrong. Sato Ruri is exactly a pervert.
The moment he saw Egawa Mitsuki here, Sasaki Fuyumi understood the situation. Looking at her expression now, he knew this couldn't be resolved peacefully. Her privileged background seemed to give her the confidence that she could easily crush him. If he couldn't put Egawa Mitsuki in her place today, endless trouble would surely await him.
Sasaki Fuyumi asked, "What do you want?"
He didn't bother explaining it wasn't him. Egawa Mitsuki was the type who was incredibly single-minded; once she decided something, she wouldn't easily change her mind.
"Close the door," Egawa Mitsuki said.
Sasaki Fuyumi went and closed the door.
Seeing him cooperate so readily, Egawa Mitsuki's gaze grew even more contemptuous. She looked at him like he was a cockroach, a pile of trash. Her tone was full of disgust. "It's disgusting that someone like you knows my secret. I really want to smash your head in."
"That's impossible, someone would die. Let's just discuss a good solution, Egawa-san." Sasaki Fuyumi sighed, his face showing no sign of worry.
"Don't use your filthy mouth to say my name, you disgusting pervert, you maggot in the sewer!" Egawa Mitsuki cursed, her tone dripping with scorn.
Anger flared in Sasaki Fuyumi's heart. Damn it, did she think he had no temper?
He took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. A strange smile formed on his face as he scrutinized Egawa Mitsuki. He chuckled. "As a pervert, I'm far inferior to you, Egawa Mitsuki. Where did you buy those toys of yours? Do they work well?"
Egawa Mitsuki's gaze turned icy, piercing him with a bone-chilling stare. Her face was as cold as frost.
She said coldly, "Still running your mouth when death is knocking at your door? Even the principal listens to me. I just need him to put up a notice saying you molested a female student, and you'll be disgraced and expelled!"
Huh?
Isn't that a trick that entitled girls often use?
Sasaki Fuyumi thought, amazed he was encountering it. To be honest, it did scare him a bit. But then he remembered the video on his phone, and his worries faded.
"If you do that, aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone your secret?" Sasaki Fuyumi retorted fiercely. The villain scumbag was supposed to be his role, but compared to her right now, he seemed slightly outmatched.
Egawa Mitsuki laughed easily. "What proof do you have?"
Sasaki Fuyumi remained silent.
After a long moment, he sighed. "What do you want from me to let this go?"
Egawa Mitsuki didn't answer. She gracefully stood up, crossed her arms, and walked from behind the desk to stand before him. Looking down on him, she said lightly, "Kneel and lick my shoes."
Sasaki Fuyumi was stunned by her words. He looked at her with a strange expression. Egawa Mitsuki, however, seemed unconcerned by his gaze. She watched him with amusement, like a female cat toying with a mouse.
...
At that moment, new route choices appeared before Sasaki Fuyumi's eyes.
"Option One: Something this good? Overjoyed, you kneel and passionately kiss her shoes, even deliberately letting saliva drip from your mouth onto them, intending to wet her feet, which are wrapped in socks."
"Option Two: As the hunter, you quietly watch the prey perform. Now the prey thinks they have the upper hand, smugly making unreasonable demands, attempting to humiliate your character and crush your dignity. You think 'enough is enough,' then reveal your fangs to the prey before you, mercilessly humiliating her and showing her the true terror of a real scumbag."
A smile curled on Sasaki Fuyumi's lips.
Finally.
He didn't hesitate to choose Option Two. He pulled out his phone, opened yesterday's video, and started playing it. He dragged the progress bar to a point where the backpack was clearly visible, paused, took a screenshot, and then blurred out Sato Ruri's part.
Egawa Mitsuki saw him start playing with his phone and frowned. Just as she was about to rebuke Sasaki Fuyumi, he suddenly looked up and gave her a very strange smile. "I'll send you something. Accept my friend request."
Egawa Mitsuki looked at his smile and felt an inexplicable unease. Just then, she heard her phone chime. Picking it up and lighting the screen, she indeed saw Sasaki Fuyumi's friend request.
Frowning, she thought for a moment, then clicked accept. No matter how Sasaki Fuyumi struggled, she was confident she could make him kneel at her feet.
Then, Sasaki Fuyumi sent her a picture.
Egawa Mitsuki opened it. She saw a familiar backpack, and a hand pulling a rather startling object out of it.
Her expression changed. She looked up and stared intently at Sasaki Fuyumi.