Sasaki Fuyumi suddenly heard Egawa Mitsuki's sharp cry. Before he could figure out what was happening, he felt a warmth spray across his face.
He instinctively licked his lips, tasting something on his tongue.
Sasaki Fuyumi was stunned for a moment. He touched his face; it was damp. His face was covered in a clear liquid.
Realizing what had just happened, Sasaki Fuyumi looked at Egawa Mitsuki with a strange expression. Egawa Mitsuki's face was blank, her mouth open as she gasped for air, as if she'd suffered a tremendous shock. Her consciousness seemed to be in a daze.
At the same time, Egawa Mitsuki's body was still trembling slightly. Her face was flushed, her small lips unconsciously parted, a glistening trail at the corner of her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes. Her entire being exuded an incredibly lewd aura.
Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't help but swallow hard. 'Damn, this woman is way too responsive,' he thought. 'I haven't even done anything yet, just looked, and she reacts like this. If things ever get serious, won't the sheets be completely soaked?'
Hesitating for only a second, Sasaki Fuyumi pulled out his phone and started recording the compromising scene before him. He'd already made a mortal enemy of Egawa Mitsuki anyway; he might as well go all the way and document her lewd appearance too.
"Don't film! Please don't film me!"
Egawa Mitsuki's dazed eyes flickered. Seeing him pointing his phone at her, she cried out, her face pale with fright.
But Sasaki Fuyumi ignored her, continuing to film her as he pleased, capturing even her pleas for mercy.
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, a pang of sorrow struck Egawa Mitsuki's heart. She felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.
Tears began to fall.
She thought about how he had trampled her dignity as a woman. Not only had her body been toyed with, but even her most shameful places had been completely exposed.And on top of that, she had lost control and squirted just from his gaze.
Thinking about it made her feel miserable and pained. He must think she was some kind of lewd woman, right? To cum just from being looked at – it was worse than any wanton woman.
The more she thought, the sadder she became. Two streams of hot tears flowed down her cheeks. Egawa Mitsuki continued to cry tears of sorrow.
Sasaki Fuyumi was taken aback. The girl before him sobbed intermittently, crying like pear blossoms in the rain. Her long lashes were adorned with teardrops, making her look as pure and lovely as a lotus just emerging from the water, yet also like a lost child unable to find her way home under the night sky – pitiful and endearing.
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at the girl, then at his phone, and found he could no longer harden his heart enough to continue filming.
He sighed and put his phone away.
Reaching into his pocket, Sasaki Fuyumi pulled out a pack of tissues, wiped his face, then tossed the remaining pack onto the girl. Impatiently, he said, "I deleted the video. Stop crying. You're annoying."
He still showed his cruelty. Egawa Mitsuki wasn't just proud and arrogant; she also looked down on ordinary people, which he found repulsive.
Perhaps frightened by his harsh tone, Egawa Mitsuki abruptly stopped crying. Her eyes stared blankly at him. With sparkling teardrops still clinging to her lashes, combined with her dazed expression, she somehow looked kinda cute and moe.
But Sasaki Fuyumi just said coldly, "Clean yourself up. If anyone finds out you've been crying, or even suspects I bullied you, you're dead."
Having delivered his threat, Sasaki Fuyumi didn't stay any longer. He turned and left the School Director's office.
Only when she heard the door close did Egawa Mitsuki snap out of it. She sat up from the cold floor. The pack of tissues rolled off her and landed on the ground.
Egawa Mitsuki stared at that pack of tissues, her expression somewhat complicated.
...
Arriving downstairs, Sasaki Fuyumi noticed that the public area he was responsible for cleaning had already been tidied up. He didn't think much of it, picked up his broom, and returned to the classroom.
Upon entering the classroom, Sasaki Fuyumi found everyone studying quietly on their own; the teacher wasn't there. He didn't dwell on it and went straight to his seat.
One class period passed quickly. Egawa Mitsuki never returned to the classroom. The image of her crying, like pear blossoms in the rain, surfaced in Sasaki Fuyumi's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Just then, a waft of fragrant perfume approached.
Yanagi Ayane came to Sasaki Fuyumi's side. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Fuyumi-kun, let me tell you something – our homeroom teacher resigned."
Sasaki Fuyumi felt her breath tickle his ear, warm and itchy. He was a bit surprised.
Hearing Yanagi Ayane's words, though, his heart stirred, but he didn't show it on his face.
Yanagi Ayane had been watching his expression closely. Seeing no change, she had to ask him quietly, "Fuyumi-kun, was it you?"
"What was me?" Sasaki Fuyumi pretended not to understand.
Yanagi Ayane lowered her voice, "The teacher just assigned you to clean, and immediately got fired. Besides, I saw it before – you weren't even cleaning that public area yourself."
Sasaki Fuyumi shot her a surprised glance. The girl looked at him with conviction, but he could tell she was faking it; there was a probing look in Yanagi Ayane's eyes.
She probably suspected he was some kind of rich second-generation heir?
Sasaki Fuyumi instinctively started playing along.
Looking wronged, he said, "I really don't know anything about this. When I went to clean, I got a stomach ache and ran to the bathroom. Some guy from the class next door helped me with my cleaning duty. Besides, I'm just a student. How could I possibly get a teacher fired?"
Yanagi Ayane studied him carefully, then suddenly beamed a charming smile. "I'm just kidding! Look how scared you got. The teacher just got sick, couldn't keep teaching, and went back home to recover, that's all."
Sasaki Fuyumi said sympathetically, "Hope the teacher gets well soon."
Yanagi Ayane gave him one last meaningful look, said nothing more, walked towards the back door, and quickly left the classroom.
Sasaki Fuyumi watched her leave, then withdrew his gaze, only to find Sato Ruri in the front row staring at him through gritted teeth. When she realized he'd noticed, her eyes flickered away, and she quickly turned back around.
Sasaki Fuyumi thought, 'She's probably still upset about the way I've been treating her these past couple of days. Seeing how angry she is, maybe I should double the effort after school today?'
Thinking of the interesting possibilities, Sasaki Fuyumi revealed a pleasant smile.
Just then, Sato Ruri secretly glanced back at him again. Seeing that infuriating smile on his face, her pretty face paled. She anxiously turned back around, feeling restless, but unbeknownst to her, her earlobes had gradually turned red.
…..
The school bell rang in the evening. As soon as the teacher dismissed them, Sato Ruri was the first one to rush out of the classroom, drawing the attention of all her classmates.
The corner of Sasaki Fuyumi's mouth twitched. Was he really that terrifying?
Hesitating, Sasaki Fuyumi didn't get up to chase her. The girl had run off too fast. If he went after her in front of so many people, his intentions would be way too obvious.
Since Sato Ruri had escaped, Sasaki Fuyumi gave up on the idea of continuing to discipline her for now. This time, the girl was on guard; she wouldn't be caught so easily again.
Sasaki Fuyumi had no choice but to pack his things and head home.
...
Arriving at the residential complex where he lived, Sasaki Fuyumi encountered Yuki Rei, the young wife he'd met once before, at the entrance. She was standing painfully, leaning against a tree, looking like she'd twisted her ankle.
Seeing she was alone, Sasaki Fuyumi was about to approach her and strike up a conversation when a prompt appeared.
[You've spotted a lone, injured young wife and are about to approach her. However, you keenly notice her husband hiding in a nearby car, secretly watching you both. He's eagerly waiting for you to make contact with his beloved wife.]