Sasaki Fuyumi told Egawa Mitsuki to help sweep the floor.
Seeing her reluctant expression, he deliberately taunted, "What's wrong? Don't even know how to use a broom? You're this grown up, and all you've learned is how to... entertain yourself?"
Egawa Mitsuki was instantly filled with shame and anger. She suppressed her rage and said, "The teacher acted on his own to target you. It has nothing to do with me."
Sasaki Fuyumi snorted. "It's all your fault for being so... alluring. That's why I filmed that video yesterday. It's not my fault."
Egawa Mitsuki's face alternated between red and pale from his blunt words. At the same time, his words forced her to relive that unbearable experience from yesterday.
Her mouth had been roughly invaded by a stranger's fingers, her soft tongue wantonly rubbed by rough fingertips. Even now, it felt as if the sensation of those fingers against her tongue still lingered, filling her with intense shame.
"I'll find someone to clean this up. You don't need to do it," Egawa Mitsuki said coldly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her with interest. The way she acted tough while blushing was actually kind of cute, unconsciously stirring a desire to bully her.
Sasaki Fuyumi nodded. "Fine. But now I'm interested in the principal's office. Take me there again."
Egawa Mitsuki's eyes filled with panic. "What do you want to do?"
"What do you think?" Sasaki Fuyumi's gaze was mocking as he stared at her.
He didn't pressure her, just watched her with that smile, but it put immense invisible pressure on Egawa Mitsuki.
Egawa Mitsuki's face paled. Her fists clenched tightly. She desperately wanted to refuse Sasaki Fuyumi outright, but thinking of the video in his possession, she felt utterly helpless.
Moreover, Sasaki Fuyumi's actions yesterday had left an indelible impression on her. No one had ever dared treat her like this. The psychological shadow he cast over her was immense; she couldn't even muster the courage to refuse.
After a long internal struggle, Egawa Mitsuki finally lowered her proud head, like a defeated rooster, and said dejectedly, "Just this once. If the principal finds out you're treating me like this, you'll be in big trouble."
A chill ran through Sasaki Fuyumi, but he insisted on going to the principal's office. Egawa Mitsuki's background was clearly formidable – she could even casually occupy the principal's office. Ironically, it might be the safest place in the school for this.
….
Seeing she couldn't scare him, Egawa Mitsuki's eyes held even more despair. Finally, she said woodenly, "Fine. I'll take you there."
With that, she walked towards the building housing the principal's office, her back radiating defeat.
Sasaki Fuyumi didn't follow immediately. He waited until she had entered the building before going in himself.
...
Arriving at the familiar door of the principal's office, the surroundings were completely empty. Apparently, Egawa Mitsuki, afraid of being seen, had cleared everyone out beforehand.
Just what was Egawa Mitsuki's background, to have such sway at school? It suddenly occurred to Sasaki Fuyumi that the principal's surname was also Egawa. Could he be related to Egawa Mitsuki's family?
Sasaki Fuyumi pushed the door open and closed it behind him.
Egawa Mitsuki had her back to him. Hearing the door close, her body trembled, and a look of despair crossed her beautiful face.
Sasaki Fuyumi noticed her legs were trembling uncontrollably, as if she was terrified. He found it amusing.
This girl with the astonishing background was a coward. Had her family protected her too well, leaving her unable to muster the courage to resist when she finally encountered a scumbag?
Sasaki Fuyumi felt even more at ease.
Initially, he had been wary of Egawa Mitsuki's physical prowess. She'd been practicing wrestling since childhood. Even if she wasn't as good as she claimed, she could probably still handle him easily.
Of course, now that Sasaki Fuyumi had exchanged for the Vital Point Evasion skill, if he fought her recklessly, it was hard to say who would win. But he didn't plan on finding out.
Dealing with women required shamelessness.
His main reason for coming here was to memorize Egawa Mitsuki's scent. According to the skill's requirements, he needed to sniff various parts of her body in sequence to successfully imprint her odor. Doing this required a private place.
Egawa Mitsuki's body was incredibly tense. Sasaki Fuyumi's silence after entering put immense psychological pressure on her, making her feel like she was awaiting judgment.
Finally, Egawa Mitsuki's nerve broke. She gritted her teeth and turned to face Sasaki Fuyumi, asking hysterically, "What do you want from me?"
Looking at the terrified girl, a plan suddenly formed in Sasaki Fuyumi's mind. He put on a benevolent expression. "Don't think of me as a pervert. If you hadn't suddenly come after me yesterday, I wouldn't have done that to you."
Seeing her distrustful look, Sasaki Fuyumi had to add, "How about this? Whatever I do next, I promise I won't lay a finger on you. Okay? Feel better now?"
"Really?" Egawa Mitsuki still didn't believe him, but couldn't help asking.
Sasaki Fuyumi said seriously, "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you, do I? Think about it. If I wanted to do something to you, could you really stop me?"
Egawa Mitsuki calmed down. It was true. If Sasaki Fuyumi wanted to do something to her, she couldn't refuse. But if he promised not to touch her, why bring her here?
Sasaki Fuyumi didn't give her time to think. He continued, "But accordingly, I can only promise not to touch you, and definitely not make you strip naked or anything like that. Aside from that, no matter what I do, you can't object and must cooperate."
Hearing this, Egawa Mitsuki bit her lip and nodded. "Fine. I hope you keep your word."
Egawa Mitsuki figured that as long as Sasaki Fuyumi didn't touch her, even if he perversely stripped naked in front of her, she wouldn't bat an eye.
A naked cockroach was nothing to get worked up about.
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her. "I hope you keep your word too."
Egawa Mitsuki steeled herself and closed her eyes. "Hurry up and do whatever you want. My time is valuable. Unlike you lowlifes."
A flicker of darkness crossed Sasaki Fuyumi's eyes. With her personal safety seemingly guaranteed, Egawa Mitsuki was starting to show her true colors. This attitude was infuriating. He really wanted to dirty that proud, perfect face of hers.
Then, an idea struck him, and an evil smile spread across his face.
He first walked right up to Egawa Mitsuki, admiring her nearly flawless, pretty face for a moment, swallowing hard. Then he leaned in, burying his face in the curve of her neck, and sniffed.
Hearing the movement, Egawa Mitsuki opened her eyes and saw him sniffing her neck. Frowning, she asked, "What are you doing?"
Sasaki Fuyumi said, "Can't you see? I'm smelling your scent. It's really fragrant."
As he spoke, Sasaki Fuyumi deliberately took a deep breath. Whether Egawa Mitsuki used perfume or not, he did catch a faint, elegant fragrance.
Egawa Mitsuki's expression was blank, as if his behavior was beneath her notice.
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi pulled back from her neck, stood before her, and commanded, "Raise your arms."
Egawa Mitsuki frowned but complied, raising her arms. According to their agreement, as long as he didn't make her strip or touch her, she had to cooperate with anything else.
But the moment she raised her arms, Sasaki Fuyumi, like a true pervert, ducked his head and began sniffing her armpits.
Her eyebrow twitched. Her face flushed crimson. She almost lashed out, but remembering that breaking the agreement would free Sasaki Fuyumi from his promise as well, she gritted her teeth and endured, forcing herself to watch his disgusting behaviour with intense embarrassment.