Miwa Shirakawa's mind was a blur. She had never been this close to a man, let alone a student. The heat from his hand on her waist and the pressure of her breasts against him made her face turn a deep shade of scarlet.
The sound of Morishita hitting the floor finally snapped her out of it. "Fei-yu... kun, could you please let me go?"
"Oh, right. Sorry." He released her. "I saw you falling and reacted without thinking."
"I know, thank you." Miwa smoothed her clothes. She didn't mention the fact that he had squeezed her tighter right before letting go, not wanting to make things awkward. "Are you hurt? I hit you pretty hard."
Fei-yu's heart twinged with a bit of guilt. She was so kind. "You're soft as a marshmallow, Ms. Shirakawa. I'm fine."
Miwa's face turned even redder at the "marshmallow" comment.
Meanwhile, Morishita was groaning on the floor. He was in pain, but he was mostly furious that Miwa was still talking to his "attacker" instead of checking on him. "Ow... it hurts so much..." he moaned loudly, trying to get her attention.
"Morishita-kun! Are you okay?" Miwa asked, concerned.
Fei-yu watched him with a smirk. He knew exactly how much force he'd used—the kid was faking for sympathy. He looked at Morishita's long, eye-covering bangs and his obsessive reaction to Miwa.
Wait... that look... that behavior... Fei-yu's mind raced. The 'eyeless' protagonist look. The obsession with a teacher. Is he a Hypnosis-type NTR?
He activated his spiritual vision. A dark, ominous aura hung over Miwa's head. He cursed inwardly. Hypnosis was a pain in the ass—it was subtle, hard to detect, and dangerous. Was it a magical book? A device? Or just a suggestion-based ability like his own?
For a second, Fei-yu considered just killing him. A quick transformation into a Rider, one Kick, and the kid would be dust. But the "rewards" from the system usually required him to be a "timely rain"—saving the victim at the last possible second.
Miwa wanted to help Morishita up, but she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder. If she moved too much, she was going to leak right there in the hallway.
"Fei-yu-kun, could you help Morishita-kun up and take him to the infirmary?"
"Of course! I'd love to help him," Fei-yu said, flashing a "friendly" grin at Morishita. To the nerd, it looked like the grin of a demon.
"Wait! I'm fine! Suddenly I feel great!" Morishita scrambled to his feet, terrified of what Fei-yu would do to him if they were alone. To prove it, he even jumped up and down a few times.
"If you're sure..." Miwa said, clutching herself slightly. "I have to go. Please, no more fighting. I'll pretend I didn't see this, but if it happens again, I'll have to call your parents!~"
She hurried off toward the restroom.
"Ms. Shirakawa is so gentle," Fei-yu remarked, watching her go.
"Yeah..." Morishita agreed, a look of pure lust in his eyes.
"So," Fei-yu said, leaning in. "If anyone tries to hurt her... I won't let them off easy. Understand?" He didn't wait for an answer and walked into the office.
"What does that bastard mean?!" Morishita growled. "I would never hurt her!"
Fei-yu scanned the office and found Kanade Himuro sitting in a corner, buried in work. He walked over and stood beside her, looking like a repentant student. But as he looked down, his eyes caught a view that made his blood boil.