Sasaki Fuyumi angled his phone screen towards the girl, showing the image selected and his finger hovering over the 'send' button. He chuckled, "What do you think would happen if I sent this picture to the group chat? You always carry that backpack to school. Everyone would recognize it, right?"
Egawa Mitsuki's body tensed. In a flash, she swung her leg up in a kick towards him. Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi didn't hesitate; his finger moved towards the 'send' button on the screen.
Her long, elegant leg stopped just centimeters from Sasaki Fuyumi's face. Egawa Mitsuki's face was pale, her eyes fixed on his phone screen in panic. His finger was now mere millimeters from it.
Sasaki Fuyumi smiled. "Remember when we first started high school a year ago, on the first day, what you said in your self-introduction? You said you'd been practicing wrestling since you were a child, that even a few adults were no match for you. You also said you weren't interested in romance and told the guys not to bother you."
Egawa Mitsuki's expression was blank, but countless fine beads of sweat had broken out on her fair forehead.
Looking at her, Sasaki Fuyumi's smile widened. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her foot, still held aloft, and pushed it higher.
Egawa Mitsuki was startled and tried to lower her foot, but Sasaki Fuyumi held it tightly.
"Don't move!" he commanded.
Egawa Mitsuki bit her lip tightly. Hesitating for a moment, she ultimately didn't dare move. Sasaki Fuyumi was poised and ready. She wasn't confident she could take him down instantly. If she failed, the photo revealing her secret would be sent to the group...
Sasaki Fuyumi pushed her foot higher and higher, until it was finally above both their heads, forming a perfect vertical split.
Witnessing this, Sasaki Fuyumi swallowed hard. He smiled. "Hold it steady. Don't you dare put it down."
He continued pointing his phone screen at Egawa Mitsuki, his finger perpetually ready to send the photo. Egawa Mitsuki glared at him with murderous intensity, her body trembling, barely able to stand, yet she didn't dare lower her foot.
Sasaki Fuyumi was a bit surprised. So she was actually this timid? And she'd dared to threaten him just moments ago. Now, the tables had turned completely.
Her voice was icy. "How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid I'll retaliate?"
"Of course I'm afraid. But if I didn't do this, would you have let me off? Since you wouldn't, why shouldn't I have some fun?"
As he spoke, Sasaki Fuyumi reached out and pinched her thigh. Egawa Mitsuki started to say something, but the pinch made her forget her words. Her face flushed crimson as she glared at him.
"Pretty firm," Sasaki Fuyumi remarked, seemingly oblivious to her murderous glare.
"Don't move, okay? You know what will happen if you do."
While talking, Sasaki Fuyumi's hand moved upwards.
"Don't..." Egawa Mitsuki cried out in panic, instinctively lowering her leg which had been held so high.
Sasaki Fuyumi was furious. "Who told you to put your foot down? Kneel!"
Egawa Mitsuki's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at him.
"I said, kneel. Now!" Sasaki Fuyumi's voice was cold, his finger hovering threateningly over the phone screen.
A look of terror crossed Egawa Mitsuki's face. Thinking about the consequences of that photo being sent to the group, a wave of icy dread washed over her, chilling her to the bone.
Gritting her teeth, she shot Sasaki Fuyumi an enraged glare, but her legs trembled as she slowly, agonizingly, lowered herself to her knees. Her expression was one of utter humiliation.
Looking at the proud, beautiful girl who had been so overbearing just moments ago, now kneeling before him in disgrace, Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't help but feel a surge of vengeful satisfaction. A very dark, wicked thought surfaced deep within his mind.
He deliberately held his phone up with one hand, the screen facing himself. With the other hand, he brought his fingers to Egawa Mitsuki's lips.
Despair flickered in Egawa Mitsuki's eyes as she was forced to endure this humiliating act.
Sasaki Fuyumi swallowed, secretly angling his phone to capture this scene on video.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
He didn't know how long had passed. Hearing the bell ring, Sasaki Fuyumi silently lamented the lost opportunity and ceased his actions.
"Haah... haah..." Egawa Mitsuki gasped for air, her face flushed crimson, her eyes vacant and lifeless.
Her mouth... had been defiled by his dirty fingers!
She was shocked, furious, and heartbroken.
Sasaki Fuyumi wiped his fingers on her fair, clean face. Egawa Mitsuki froze again.
"You got my fingers dirty. It's only normal to wipe them clean on your face, right?" he said with a straight face, smiling.
Normal? This was normal?
Egawa Mitsuki trembled with rage, wanting to hit him, but her body felt completely drained of strength.
As Sasaki Fuyumi wiped his fingers on her face, he kept his phone's camera focused on her, capturing her expression of utter humiliation. The sight was incredibly thrilling, and he felt an urge to thoroughly dirty her clean face. But they were still in the principal's office, and he was worried someone might suddenly barge in.
His phone had already recorded for several minutes. Deciding it was enough, Sasaki Fuyumi stopped the recording.
He took a step back, putting distance between himself and Egawa Mitsuki. Although she was mentally shattered right now, unlikely to be even half as effective as usual, he couldn't be sure she wouldn't suddenly attack.
He looked at her, sitting dazed on the floor. What he had just done was a severe humiliation for this proud, noble girl. Yet, Sasaki Fuyumi felt no guilt whatsoever. She had made the first move against him. If he hadn't happened to hold leverage over her, he didn't know how badly he would have ended up today.
Shaking his head, Sasaki Fuyumi was about to leave when he suddenly noticed the security camera in the office, and then the computer on the desk.
Realizing something, he walked over to the computer. As he suspected, it displayed the camera feeds. This meant everything that had just happened had been recorded.
He glanced at Egawa Mitsuki, then bent down and operated the computer, deleting all the footage. After that, he casually strolled out of the principal's office.
Egawa Mitsuki, who had been watching his every move, saw her expression change. The color drained completely from her face.
The camera was something she had specially installed today. Her original plan had been: force Sasaki Fuyumi to kneel and lick her shoes, then use the video of that as blackmail to ensure he wouldn't reveal her secret.
Although that plan had failed spectacularly, and instead of humiliating Sasaki Fuyumi, she had been thoroughly humiliated by him, the camera had recorded Sasaki Fuyumi humiliating her. If she was ruthless enough and didn't care about saving face, she could have used that footage to force a mutually assured destruction scenario. But now, that option was gone. She was completely at his mercy.
Sasaki Fuyumi had already returned to the classroom. The teacher was in the middle of a lesson. Sasaki Fuyumi asked for permission to enter, and the teacher, without any particular comment, told him in an ordinary tone to go back to his seat and sit down.
After sitting down, Sasaki Fuyumi looked at the teacher, who was carrying on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. He couldn't help but marvel at the teacher's thick skin. The teacher had set him up, and yet here he was, acting like nothing was wrong.
Frowning slightly, Sasaki Fuyumi then turned his attention to the class.