"After all, you're only good at doing bad things in secret!"
Kanade Himuro twirled a silver strand of hair draped over her chest with her pale fingers. Her beautiful face was tilted up slightly, but her eyes remained lowered, looking down at Fei-yu He, who was still squatting on the floor. Her gaze was thick with disdain and mockery. It was as if she were saying: In broad daylight, in front of everyone, what can you possibly do to me?
This provocative posture made her look exactly like a "Mesugaki"—a bratty girl who needed a lesson.
Fei-yu's fists tightened. His expression shifted between light and dark. He didn't know who gave Kanade the courage to speak to him like this. Was it some hidden sense of security?
Business was business. He had copied homework and got scolded; he deserved that. He had accepted it because he had actually done something wrong. As a "model youth," he was willing to take responsibility. But being looked down upon and humiliated like this was outside his range of tolerance. Looking at her feet wasn't a valid excuse for her to attack him like this. You can't charge a man with harassment just because he glances at a beautiful woman in black stockings on the street.
Kanade was essentially pissing on his head now. Should he discipline this bratty woman? Should he show her that he could not only look but touch, and even...
Kanade's cold gaze watched Fei-yu's shifting expression. Her heart was full of triumph. In front of all these witnesses, the little bastard could only swallow his pride and let her humiliate him. The pleasure she felt now far exceeded the satisfaction of lecturing him. This felt personal.
To squeeze out even more pleasure, Kanade increased her "death-seeking" behavior. Her dangling, nylon-clad foot swung more violently, and her black high heel almost slipped off her toes entirely, hanging precariously.
Dammit!
Fei-yu's eyes widened. "Ms. Himuro, don't push me!" he growled, looking up and locking eyes with her. His gaze was no longer that of a student, but of a predator looking at prey.
Caught off guard by his intense stare, Kanade's heart skipped a beat. Bad memories flooded back, and her body felt a strange, sudden heat.
"Push you? What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about," Kanade forced herself to stay composed, her voice dismissive. But her flickering eyes betrayed her growing anxiety.
However, the noisy chatter of the office nearby reassured her. She remained stubbornly convinced that Fei-yu wouldn't dare do anything with so many people around.
"Fine!"
Fei-yu understood. Kanade wouldn't stop until she saw the metaphorical coffin. He had to teach her a real lesson. He stood up, his hawk-like eyes scanning the office for a suitable place for his "crime." His brain worked at lightning speed. Within seconds, he analyzed two potential spots: right here under the desk, or a storage locker against the wall used for miscellaneous supplies. The locker looked big enough for two people.
Hehe...
Kanade flinched as he stood up. She didn't understand why, in her own office, she felt so intimidated by his every move. It was pathetic.
"Why are you standing up? Keep crouching and write! You've been at it for ages and only wrote three words. Is that how a student behaves?" she snapped, trying to regain the upper hand, completely unaware of the danger closing in.
Fei-yu gave a cold snort.
"You! What are you—"
Before she could finish, her heart lurched. The high heel dangling from her toe slipped and clattered to the floor. A terrible premonition rose in her chest.
Suddenly, everything stopped.
The entire world froze. The teachers, the dust motes in the air, even the clock—everything was suspended in time. Only Fei-yu could move.
"Kanade, Kanade... Why do you have to seek death like this?" Fei-yu leaned down, his face inches from her exquisite, frozen features. He reached out and pinched her cool, elastic cheek, finding it amusing.
She couldn't answer. Even with her cheek pinched, she still looked arrogant. Fei-yu kneaded her face to his heart's content, letting out some of his frustration. Finally, he pressed a soft kiss to her thin lips.
Then, he scooped her up in a bridal carry and walked toward the lockers. A powerful, purple hand manifested beside him—Star Platinum—and yanked open one of the lockers. It was filled with old textbooks and dusty boxes. It was filthy, but that was easily fixed.
Four spectral hands appeared, wielding cleaning supplies. In a whirlwind of motion, the dust was vanished.
"It's your fault, Ms. Himuro. I'll have to collect 'labor fees' for Star Platinum and Crazy Diamond from your body later," Fei-yu muttered to the unconscious beauty in his arms.
He stepped into the locker. It was surprisingly spacious, enough to fit three people if needed.
Time began to flow again.
Inside the locker, Kanade's sentence was cut short as Fei-yu's hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her into "Mmmph" sounds. Confusion filled her eyes. She instinctively struggled, but Fei-yu used his powerful body to pin her against the back of the locker. He held both of her slender wrists in one hand.
She was trapped. She couldn't speak. Her eyes went wide with shock.
"Ms. Himuro, don't make too much noise... It wouldn't be good if the other teachers found us in here, would it?" Fei-yu whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
What does this little bastard mean? What does he mean 'don't let the others hear'?
Then, the reality of her location hit her. Where am I? I was just lecturing him! This... is this a locker? How did I get inside?
She glared at Fei-yu and then looked through the thin slit in the locker door. She could see the faint outline of the office.
It's him! It must be! The first time, he suddenly appeared in the bathroom! Dammit! I got too cocky and forgot he knows 'magic'!