Yūto Shō suddenly heard Egawa Mitsuki's scream. Before he could process what was happening, he felt his face grow hot, droplets striking his cheek.
He instinctively licked his lips, tasting something faintly salty.
Yūto Shō froze and touched his face. It was wet, slick with a transparent liquid that caught the light.
Once the realization clicked, Yūto Shō looked down at Egawa Mitsuki with a strange expression. She was dazed, gasping like someone who'd just taken a Raikiri to the chest, her consciousness still drifting somewhere far from the principal's office floor.
Her body twitched in soft aftershocks, face flushed crimson, mouth parted without her permission. The corners of her lips glistened, her eyes brimmed with tears, and an unmistakable, dangerous aura rolled off her in waves.
Yūto Shō swallowed hard. This woman was way too wet. He hadn't even done anything yet—just looked. If her reaction was this nuclear from foreplay alone, the bedsheet wouldn't survive the real thing. It'd be soaked clean through.
After a moment's hesitation, Yūto Shō pulled out his phone and started recording. He'd already offended Egawa Mitsuki beyond any chance of recovery, so he might as well go full send and document her lewd state for the archives.
"Don't take pictures, please don't—"
Egawa Mitsuki's vacant eyes flickered when she saw him aiming the lens at her, and she cried out in fright, face draining pale.
But Yūto Shō ignored her, filming on without a flicker of mercy, even catching her trembling pleas in crisp audio.
Seeing he had zero intention of stopping, Egawa Mitsuki felt something twist inside her chest. A deep, wounded grief welled up, and tears spilled down her cheeks in earnest.
She thought of her dignity as a woman being stomped flat by this man—not only was her body being toyed with however he liked, but her most shameful parts were on full display, and she'd just come undone right in front of him. Right under his nose.
The more she dwelled on it, the more it ate at her. He must think she was some shameless slut. And the worst part was, just being watched made her drip even harder, like her body was confirming the verdict against her.
Sorrow piled onto sorrow. Two hot streams traced down her cheeks, and Egawa Mitsuki kept weeping, shoulders shaking in small, broken hiccups.
Yūto Shō paused. The girl in front of him was crying in soft, stuttering sobs, tears clinging to her long lashes—pure and luminous, like Rei Ayanami after a bad sync test, or some lost kid wandering under a streetlamp searching for a way home. Pitiful didn't quite cover it.
Yūto Shō looked at the girl, then at his phone screen, and realized he couldn't keep clicking through her humiliation.
He sighed and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
He patted his jacket, fished out a small pack of tissues, swiped one across his own face, and then tossed the rest onto her lap with a clipped, impatient sound. "I'll delete the video. Stop crying already, it's annoying."
He was still rationing out his gentleness like it was a limited-edition gacha pull, because Egawa Mitsuki wasn't just arrogant—she looked down on regular people from up on her pedestal, and that rubbed him the wrong way.
Egawa Mitsuki didn't know if it was his sharp tone that startled her, but the tears suddenly stopped. She stared up at him, blank-eyed, crystalline droplets still trembling on her lashes. Combined with her foggy expression, she looked, somehow, almost cute.
Yūto Shō kept his voice flat and cold. "Clean yourself up. If anyone finds out you cried, or even suspects I bullied you, you're dead."
After delivering the threat, he didn't linger. He turned and walked out of the principal's office without looking back.
It was only when she heard the door click shut that Egawa Mitsuki came back to herself. She pushed up from the cold tile floor, and the pack of tissues slid off her lap and tumbled to the ground.
Egawa Mitsuki stared at the small crumpled pack, her gaze tangled, unreadable.
...
Yūto Shō went downstairs and discovered that the public sanitation zone assigned to him had already been swept and tidied. He didn't dwell on it. He grabbed his broom and headed back to the classroom.
When he stepped inside, everyone was bent over their books and the teacher's seat was empty. He didn't think much of it and slid into his own desk.
The class period passed in a blur, but Egawa Mitsuki still hadn't reappeared. Yūto Shō remembered how hard she'd been crying, eyes puffy and red, and a flicker of unease moved through him despite himself.
Just then, a soft floral scent drifted across him.
Kirei Ryu slid up to Yūto Shō's side, bent down close, and whispered against his ear, "Yūto-kun, I've got news for you—our homeroom teacher just resigned."
The warm breath against his ear startled a tingle down his neck, but Yūto Shō kept his face perfectly still. Inside, his pulse jumped a notch.
Kirei Ryu was watching him like a hawk. When she caught no reaction, she pressed, voice lower, "Yūto-kun… was it you?"
"What did I do?" Yūto Shō played dumb, his expression a flawless poker face.
Kirei Ryu murmured, "The teacher just put you on cleaning duty, and within the hour she's gone. Plus, I saw earlier—you didn't actually do the public area sweep yourself."
Yūto Shō looked at her with mild surprise. The girl's eyes were locked on his, doe-soft on the surface, but Yūto Shō could feel the blade underneath. She was fishing.
She probably suspected he was some kind of secret protagonist with a cheat skill, the rich-kid-in-disguise trope straight out of a webtoon.
Yūto Shō slid right into character, putting on his best wounded-innocent face. "I really don't know anything about that. My stomach started hurting while I was sweeping, so I ran to the bathroom. A guy from the next class covered for me. Besides, I'm just a student—how on earth would I get a teacher fired?"
Kirei Ryu studied him for a long beat, then suddenly broke into a sweet, dimpled smile. "I'm just teasing you. Look how nervous you got. The teacher's just sick and can't keep working, so she went home to recover."
Yūto Shō adopted a concerned tone. "I hope she gets better soon."
Kirei Ryu gave him one last lingering look, said nothing more, and drifted toward the back door, slipping out of the classroom in a graceful sweep.
Once she was gone, Yūto Shō let his gaze drop—and caught Sato Ruri up front, grinding her teeth as she glared daggers over her shoulder at him. The moment she realized she'd been spotted, her eyes flickered and she snapped her head forward.
Yūto Shō figured she was still stewing about what he'd put her through these past couple of days. Since she was that worked up, why not double her overtime after school tonight?
The thought sparked something delicious. A slow, satisfied smile curved his mouth.
At that exact moment, Sato Ruri snuck another glance back. The Cheshire-cat smile on his face hit her like a jump scare, and her pretty face went chalk-white. She whipped her head around, fidgeting, ears flushing a guilty pink she couldn't hide.
At dusk, the school bell rang, and the second the teacher dismissed them, Sato Ruri was the first one out the door—launching herself into the hallway like she'd activated Instant Transmission. Her classmates blinked after her, baffled.
Yūto Shō's mouth twitched. Was he really that terrifying?
After a beat of hesitation, he decided not to chase. The girl had been moving like a bullet, and bolting after her in front of the whole class would basically broadcast his intentions on a megaphone.
Since Sato Ruri had wriggled free this round, Yūto Shō let her have it. She'd be on high alert now, and snagging her again wouldn't be as easy as last time.
He packed up his things and headed home.
Back at his residential complex, Yūto Shō bumped into Tachibana Hina at the entrance—the married woman he'd crossed paths with once before. She was leaning against a slim tree, weight off one foot, face tight with pain like she'd rolled her ankle.
Yūto Shō scanned the area, saw no one beside her, and was about to step over and offer help when a familiar prompt bloomed across his vision.
"You find a lonely, injured married woman and want to approach her to talk, but you notice her husband is hiding in a nearby car, secretly watching you. He's excitedly waiting for you to get close to his beloved wife."
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A/N: I decided to change the milf's name to Tachibana Hina from 'Domestic No Kanojo' since I didn't like the manga ending. As you can guess, the husband will be Natsuo Fuji.