Both of them were convinced they would win the bet. In that instant, they simultaneously began fantasizing about how they would humiliate and dominate the other once they emerged victorious.
The "champagne" was already being popped in their minds. As for who would actually win, that would only be revealed when the next test results were posted.
"Ms. Himuro, hold onto me. I'll take you back."
Fei-yu straightened his posture, trying his best to keep his smirk hidden so Kanade wouldn't notice his scheme.
"Hold onto you? You didn't mention this step when you brought me in here."
Kanade's brow furrowed. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, suspecting the little bastard was just looking for another excuse to feel her up. Little did she know that except for the final "base," Fei-yu had already seen every inch of her. She had no privacy left where he was concerned. Still, she didn't want to make it easy for him.
"Sigh... You just didn't notice it before, Ms. Himuro. If you won't let me carry you, we'll have to wait until all the other teachers leave the office to sneak out."
Fei-yu let out a fake sigh of resignation.
"Fine. But don't you dare try anything else!"
Through the dim light, Fei-yu watched the conflict play out on her face before she finally compromised.
"Of course. I guarantee I won't do anything bad to you until the exam results are out," Fei-yu promised.
"Really?" Kanade's face was a mask of skepticism.
"Absolutely."
"Hmph! I hope so! Enough talk... just... just hold me."
She was used to him bullying her, so voicing the request for him to hold her made her cheeks flush a deep pink.
"Understood. Here I come."
Fei-yu's response carried a heavy weight of double entendre, making Kanade feel even more bashful and awkward. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace. As her lithe, burning body pressed against him, it was inevitable that he would react. Or rather, the reaction had never truly gone away, since he hadn't found a release yet.
With his rock-hard "sword" pressing against her crotch again, the searing heat made Kanade's body go soft and hazy. She couldn't help but let out a soft "Ing~" moan.
"You... you said...!"
Her head dropped weakly onto Fei-yu's shoulder, her voice hurried and sweet. In truth, her body had long since reached its limit. Between the constant groping, the kissing, and especially having both of her feet thoroughly licked by him, she was hyper-sensitive. The lingering cold and sticky sensation between her toes sent pulses of electricity through her entire frame.
Truth be told, even if Fei-yu had decided to force himself on her right then and there, she likely would have given in after only a token struggle. But Fei-yu wasn't that crude. He didn't want her first time to be spent in a cramped storage locker.
"I can't help it. You're too beautiful, Ms. Himuro. My body is out of my control; it's just instinct."
Fei-yu buried his face in her fragrant shoulder, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating mix of her sweat, skin, and hair.
"Who... who is more beautiful? Me... or Ms. Shirakawa?"
His sweet, cloying words acted like gasoline on the fire of her arousal. Her misty eyes shimmered with ripples of emotion as she asked the question in a trembling voice. As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. It made it obvious she was jealous of him holding Miwa Shirakawa earlier.
She expected the little bastard to be smug. She wasn't wrong. A smirk spread across Fei-yu's face. The fact that she was making him choose between her and Miwa proved she cared about him. It was the classic "who would you save from drowning" trap, and the intent was clear.
"You, of course. You are the most beautiful teacher I've seen in Japan. Your eyes are like stars; they draw me in."
Since he had no real connection with Miwa Shirakawa, he didn't hesitate to lie through his teeth for the sake of the mood. He mentally patted himself on the back. Back when he first woke up in this world, he couldn't even look Mitsuko in the eye without blushing. After a year of "special" training with the women in his life, he was a master of honeyed words.
His whispering sent shivers down Kanade's spine, leaving her as limp as a boneless slime.
"Alright, let's get you back, Ms. Himuro," Fei-yu whispered into her small, delicate ear.
Before she could even nod, the world brightened. The muffled chatter of the office rushed back into her ears.
"Am I... back?" she asked dizzily.
"Yes."
The sound of his voice snapped her out of her trance. Her moist eyes went wide, the lustful haze vanishing instantly, replaced by a flustered anger.
"You! You little bastard! Forget everything that just happened! Or I will never forgive you!" she hissed, glaring at him.
Fei-yu rubbed his nose. Man, her mood swings are fast. But he expected it, so he just nodded dumbly. "What about the bet?"
Kanade went silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth. "It stands! Just you wait for your punishment!"
Perfect.
Fei-yu's eyes drifted down to her black-clad feet. He realized he was still holding one of her high heels. Seeing her beautiful feet, the fabric of the stockings almost transparent from the moisture, his old habit flared up. He wanted to crouch down and play with them again.
Honestly, he wasn't fully satisfied with the locker session. Fine dining requires "color, aroma, and taste." In the dark locker, he had the aroma and taste, but the visual "color" was missing. He could only give that experience a passing grade.
If Kanade knew what he was thinking, she would have kicked him in the face.
"Stop staring! Finish your apology and get to class!" she barked, moving her feet out of his line of sight. "And put my shoe down, you foot-fetishist freak!"
Fei-yu crouched down and placed the heel on the floor. A ghostly shadow flickered behind him. As Kanade hurriedly shoved her foot back into the shoe and stood up, she saw a pen suspended in mid-air, writing furiously on a blank sheet of paper. She was stunned for a second, but then assumed it was more "magic."
The pen moved with lightning speed. Lines of text appeared in the blink of an eye.
"Done. Please have a look, Ms. Himuro. If you're satisfied, I'll head to class."
In less than two and a half minutes, Fei-yu handed over the finished apology.
"You... you're finished?" her voice trembled. How is that possible? What kind of magic is this?
She snatched the paper away and scanned it. Her shock grew. The prose was smooth, professional, and perfectly phrased.
If he uses this 'magic' during the exam... I won't stand a chance, she realized. She had to find a way to stop him. She didn't want to be bullied by him ever again.