Yūto Shō asked Egawa Mitsuki to help sweep the floor. Seeing her troubled expression, he deliberately mocked, "What, you can't even sweep the floor? You're all grown up—did you only ever level up your jerking-off skill tree?"
Egawa Mitsuki was instantly furious, holding back her anger as she said, "It was the teacher who took it upon himself to target you. It has nothing to do with me."
Yūto Shō snorted. "It's all your fault for being too sexy—that's why I filmed that video yesterday. Not my problem."
Egawa Mitsuki's face flushed and then drained pale from his choking words, and what he said dragged her right back to the painful memory from the day before.
Her mouth roughly invaded by the opposite man's fingers, her pink tongue rubbed wildly by the rough pads of those fingers. Even now, the tip of her tongue still felt as if it were being dragged across by callused skin, filling her with a sense of shame sharp enough to make her want to disappear.
"I'll find someone else to clean up. You don't need to do anything," Egawa Mitsuki said coldly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
Yūto Shō watched her with great interest. This woman—stubborn yet shy—was the kind of tsundere archetype that lit up some sadistic itch in him, the kind that made you want to bully her until she cracked.
Yūto Shō nodded. "Alright. But I'm interested in the principal's office right now. Take me to visit again."
Egawa Mitsuki's eyes flickered with panic. "What are you trying to do?"
"What do you think?" Yūto Shō stared at her with a teasing gaze.
He didn't force her—just smiled and held her gaze, applying the kind of silent pressure that felt like a Death Note villain savoring his next move.
Egawa Mitsuki's face turned pale, fists clenched tight. She wanted to reject Yūto Shō with everything she had, but the second she thought about the video sitting in his hand, helplessness flooded her chest.
At the same time, Yūto Shō's actions yesterday had left an indelible mark on her psyche. No one had ever dared treat her like this since childhood, and the shadow he'd cast over her was already burned in deep. She didn't even have the courage to refuse.
After wrestling internally for a long stretch, Egawa Mitsuki finally lowered her proud head, deflated like a shounen rival after a flawless defeat. "Only this once. If the principal finds out you treated me like this, you'll be in serious trouble."
Yūto Shō's heart skipped a beat, but he doubled down on going to the principal's office. Egawa Mitsuki's background was clearly stacked—she could commandeer the principal's office on a whim, which made it the safest spot on campus, basically her home-field buff.
Seeing she couldn't scare him off, despair bled deeper into her eyes, and finally she said coldly, "Fine. I'll take you there."
With that, she walked toward the building where the principal's office was located, her figure carrying the silhouette of someone who'd just dropped to one HP.
Yūto Shō didn't tail her. He waited until she'd entered the building first, then strolled over.
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Arriving at the familiar principal's office, there wasn't a soul in sight. Clearly, Egawa Mitsuki was terrified of being noticed and had already cleared the area like she was setting up a private instance.
He still didn't know what kind of background Egawa Mitsuki came from, but her words carried boss-tier weight at school. At that moment, Yūto Shō remembered the principal's surname was also Egawa. Could it be tied to her family tree?
Yūto Shō pushed the door open and stepped inside, then closed it behind him.
Egawa Mitsuki had her back to him. Hearing the door click shut, her delicate body trembled, and despair surfaced on her stunning face.
Yūto Shō noticed the girl's legs quaking uncontrollably, like she was scared out of her mind. He found it amusing—a girl with such a high-tier background was actually a coward at heart. Had her family insulated her so completely since childhood that the first time she encountered a real scumbag, her resistance gauge just emptied?
Yūto Shō felt even more at ease. He'd originally been wary of Egawa Mitsuki's martial prowess. After all, she'd trained in judo since childhood. Even if she wasn't quite the prodigy she boasted about being, she was easily strong enough to fold him in half.
Of course, now that Yūto Shō had exchanged for a vital evasion skill, if they really threw down, who'd come out on top was a coin flip. Still, Yūto Shō had zero interest in testing that build.
When dealing with women, you have to be shameless—pure villain protagonist energy.
The main reason Yūto Shō came here was to memorize Egawa Mitsuki's scent. According to the skill requirements, he needed to smell each part of the girl's body one by one to successfully imprint her scent, like a creepy reverse-Kakashi's-ninken setup. Pulling that off required a concealed location.
Egawa Mitsuki's body was rigid.
After Yūto Shō came in, he stayed silent, piling psychological pressure on her until she felt like she'd been hauled in for a trial cutscene.
In the end, Egawa Mitsuki's nerve snapped. Gritting her teeth, she spun to face Yūto Shō and said hysterically, "What exactly do you want to do to me?"
Yūto Shō looked at the frightened girl, and a plan suddenly bloomed in his head. Putting on a friendly face, he said, "Don't peg me as some pervert. If you hadn't suddenly attacked me yesterday, I never would have done that to you."
Seeing her distrust still locked in, Yūto Shō went on, "How about this—no matter what I do next, I promise I won't touch a single hair on your head. Sound good? Relax."
"Are you telling the truth?" Egawa Mitsuki still didn't buy it, but she couldn't help asking.
Yūto Shō said seriously, "Of course. I have no reason to lie. Think about it—if I really wanted to do something to you, could you stop me?"
Egawa Mitsuki calmed down. Indeed, if Yūto Shō wanted to act, she had no counter. But if he was swearing not to touch her, then what was the actual goal of dragging her here?
Yūto Shō didn't give her time to overthink and continued, "But in exchange, I can only promise not to touch you. And I definitely won't make you strip or anything. Other than that, no matter what I do, you don't get to object—you cooperate with me fully."
Hearing this, Egawa Mitsuki gritted her teeth and nodded. "Fine. I hope you keep your word."
Egawa Mitsuki figured that as long as Yūto Shō didn't touch her, even if he went full streaker and ran naked laps in front of her, she wouldn't so much as twitch. Just a naked NPC bug, nothing worth flinching at.
Yūto Shō glanced at her and said, "I also hope you keep your word."
Egawa Mitsuki went all in, closed her eyes, and said, "Do whatever you want—do it fast. My time is valuable. I'm not like a side-character extra such as yourself."
A trace of malice flickered in Yūto Shō's eyes. The second her personal safety was guaranteed, Egawa Mitsuki's true colors started leaking through again. That face of hers was infuriating in the best way—it made you want to ruin it, to smear her flawless main-heroine aesthetic.
Then Yūto Shō thought of something, and a wicked smile curled across his mouth.
He stepped up to Egawa Mitsuki first, admired her near-perfect face for a beat, swallowed hard in secret, then leaned in close to her neck and inhaled.
Egawa Mitsuki's eyes snapped open at the sound and caught him sniffing her neck. She frowned. "What are you doing?"
Yūto Shō said, "Can't you tell? I'm memorizing your scent. It smells amazing."
As he spoke, Yūto Shō deliberately drew in a deep breath. He wasn't sure if Egawa Mitsuki had spritzed on perfume, but he definitely caught a faint, delicate fragrance.
Egawa Mitsuki showed no expression, like his behavior didn't even register on her threat meter.
Seeing this, Yūto Shō left her neck, planted himself in front of her, and ordered, "Raise your arms."
Egawa Mitsuki frowned but still lifted her arm, because per the earlier agreement, she had to cooperate with everything Yūto Shō asked—short of undressing or being touched.
But the second Egawa Mitsuki raised her arm, she watched Yūto Shō pivot into full pervert mode, leaning into her armpit and inhaling the scent there like some unhinged otaku discovering a rare loot drop.
Her brows twitched, her face burned scarlet, and she nearly lost her temper—but remembering that breaking the agreement would free Yūto Shō from his end of the deal too, she gritted her teeth and endured it, swallowing the humiliation as she watched him disgust her in real time.