Yūto Shō tilted his phone toward her face — the screenshot was bright and clear on the screen — and held his thumb over the 'send' button.
He smiled a slow smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"What do you think would happen," he said softly, "if this photo found its way into the group chat?"
"You carry that backpack to school every day — everyone would recognize it in an instant."
The tension in Egawa Mitsuki's body spiked like a cornered animal; she instantly lashed out with a sweeping kick aimed at his head.
Yūto Shō didn't even blink — he just hovered his finger another half-millimeter closer to 'send.'
Her leg froze in midair a few centimeters from his face; she was staring at the phone with real panic now.
"Do you remember," Yūto Shō said conversationally, "the first day of high school last year?"
"You introduced yourself as a martial arts expert — claimed none of the adults could take you down."
"You also said you weren't interested in dating and told all the boys not to bother."
Her expression was blank but sweat was beading on her forehead now; she looked like someone who'd just been hit with a status effect.
Yūto Shō's smile widened as he studied her.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her raised leg — palm closing tight around her thigh — and lifted it higher.
She tried to pull away but he squeezed harder and snapped out an order:
"Don't move!"
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood but didn't dare struggle again; one slip-up and that photo would be in everyone's hands within seconds.
He hoisted her leg up above their heads until she was doing a full standing split; her skirt slid up past her hips revealing smooth pale skin and black safety shorts stretched tight across her ass.
Yūto Shō swallowed thickly at the sight but kept smiling:
"Hold it there for me," he said quietly.
His phone was still pointed straight at Egawa Mitsuki's face; thumb hovering over 'send.' She glared daggers at him but didn't dare drop her leg.
He was genuinely surprised she'd fold this quickly after threatening him only minutes before; apparently she wasn't nearly as tough as she'd acted earlier.
She spat venom:
"You dare treat me this way?! Aren't you afraid I'll get revenge?"
"Of course I'm afraid," Yūto Shō replied lightly. "But would you let me go otherwise?"
"If not... then why shouldn't I have some fun while I can?"
With that he pinched the soft flesh of her inner thigh hard enough to leave marks; Egawa Mitsuki gasped involuntarily and shot him a look that could kill small animals.
"Your legs are pretty elastic," Yūto Shō mused aloud as he gave them another experimental squeeze.
"Hnnng..."
A faint moan escaped Egawa Mitsuki's lips despite herself; there was a glazed look in her eyes now too...
"Don't move," Yūto Shō warned again as his hand drifted up along her trembling thigh until it reached just under the hem of those black shorts... where he slipped one finger inside—
"No—!" Egawa Mitsuki yelped in panic; instinctively dropping her leg back down to earth—
Yūto Shō snapped:
"I told you not to put your foot down! Kneel!"
She shot him another death glare—but this time there was real fear behind it too...
"Kneel—right now—or everyone sees what kind of freak you really are."
He pressed harder on 'send' for emphasis.
Panic flashed across Egawa Mitsuki's face; she looked like someone who'd just been hit with an ice spell—her whole body shivering uncontrollably...
After several long seconds she gritted her teeth—and slowly lowered herself onto both knees before him... humiliation written all over every inch of that once-proud face...
Seeing such a beautiful girl forced into submission like this filled Yūto Shō with something dark—a sense of revenge he'd never quite tasted before...
He held up his phone for show—then jammed two fingers roughly into Egawa Mitsuki's mouth:
"Lick them clean for me—or everyone finds out what kind of sick toys you've got hidden away in your bag."
The foreign taste made Egawa Mitsuki gag—but faced with no other choice... she awkwardly began licking at Yūto Shō's fingers until they shone wetly under the light...
Yūto Shō swallowed hard at how good it felt—and secretly filmed everything from behind his camera lens...
Before long—the bell rang for class changeover outside—
Regretfully—he pulled out of Egawa Mitsuki's mouth leaving behind only spit trailing between them like spider silk—
She gasped for air—cheeks flushed red with shame—as tears threatened to spill from those empty eyes...
His filthy fingers had just defiled something sacred inside of her!
Yūto Shō wiped them off on Egawa Mitsuki's cheek without hesitation:
"You dirtied my hands—it only makes sense to wipe them clean on your face too right?" He grinned wickedly at how normal such cruelty sounded coming from his own lips...
Is this really normal...? The thought barely registered through all that anger boiling inside of Egawa Mitsuki—she wanted nothing more than to lash out—but right now even standing seemed impossible...
While filming everything for posterity—Yūto Shō couldn't help but marvel at how stunningly broken such an arrogant girl could look when forced into submission... There was even an urge deep inside him—to dirty every inch of that pristine beauty... But since they were still technically inside school property (and someone could walk in any second) he decided against going any further today...
Several minutes later—the video ended—and Yūto Shō finally stepped back from where he'd been looming over top of Egawa Mitsuki all this time...
Even though she'd lost most control over herself during their encounter—it wouldn't do well for him not to keep some distance between them now either...
As he turned to leave however—a flash caught his eye—the office surveillance camera mounted above one corner wall—and computer sitting idle atop a nearby desk...
Thinking quickly—he walked over—logged onto the principal's account—and deleted every trace left behind during their little rendezvous together here today…
Only then did Yūto Shō leave—with head held high—as though nothing untoward had happened here whatsoever…
…
Meanwhile…back inside the principal's office…where humiliation still lingered thick upon air…Egawa Mitsuki finally managed to stand upright again…her mind racing through possible ways to exact revenge against such insolent scum…
She'd installed those cameras specifically today—with intention of capturing evidence should things ever turn south between herself and a certain classmate…but instead ended up providing ammunition against own worst enemy yet again… If only I hadn't underestimated cunningness hiding beneath surface level idiocy displayed thus far…
But no matter what happens next—from now onwards—they'd always be mortal enemies locked forevermore within an endless cycle of struggle and retaliation…until either side finally emerges victorious once & for all…
…
Back inside the classroom once more—the teacher continued lecturing away obliviously—as though nothing unusual had occurred mere moments prior…
Yūto Shō couldn't help marveling silently about just how shameless adults truly are sometimes… to play dumb after having orchestrated everything themselves behind the scenes earlier today…
With a slight frown creasing the brow however…it wasn't long before focus returned fully towards classwork ahead instead…