At that moment, Kamuro Masumi was completely stunned.

Since Sakayanagi Arisu had been sitting on the bed behind her, she hadn't noticed anything amiss—until Kaoru Mitoma suddenly rushed over and caught Sakayanagi just as she was about to fall.

"Huh?"

Kamuro Masumi's pupils constricted slightly, unable to believe what she was seeing.

In the blink of an eye, Sakayanagi had fainted?

Quickly snapping back to reality, she stood up in a panic.

"She must be having a heart attack! We need to take her to the infirmary right now!"

However, Kaoru didn't follow her suggestion.

Instead, he gently laid Sakayanagi on the bed and calmly said, "No need for the infirmary. She's still breathing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he checked Sakayanagi's pupils and pressed his ear against her chest—her heartbeat was steady.

The effect was just as intended.

"She's unconscious! How is that not a problem?!"

"Have you ever seen her take medication before?"

"Not that I recall."

"Then it's not that serious. Besides, I was the one who put something in her tea. I know exactly how it works."

"So it was you who— Wait, you drugged Sakayanagi?!"

Kamuro Masumi looked at him as if he were an irredeemable pervert, instinctively taking a step back.

Her calf bumped against the nearby table, and her gaze dropped to the teacup still sitting there.

In an instant, she understood—he had drugged the tea!

"Relax, the effect only lasts about an hour or two. I tested it on myself last night. It just lets the person sleep peacefully, nothing more." Kaoru wasn't lying.

To be safe, he had experimented on himself first.

The Wish Machine's "Sleeping Tea" had no side effects.

"No, no, no! That's not the issue here!" Kamuro Masumi was practically treating him like a criminal.

"Why did you drug us? Has your fetish evolved from being a foot freak to a lolicon who forces sleep and then... you know?!"

"Not at all. I didn't drug you—the dose was small, and I only gave it to Sakayanagi." Kaoru gave her a puzzled look.

"Besides, if you were asleep, I wouldn't get to see your expressions. Why would I go through the trouble?"

Kamuro Masumi froze.

Forget why he hadn't drugged her—had he actually considered doing something to her and Sakayanagi Arisu?!

"She should have vaguely anticipated that I might do something to her today. Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought you along. But she's too confident—arrogant, even—and that overconfidence became her weakness." Kaoru turned his gaze back to Sakayanagi Arisu's sleeping face.

"She assumed that with you here, I wouldn't dare do anything too extreme to her—at worst, just play a game of chess or endure her taunts. That's why she fell for it."

Kamuro Masumi's lips twitched slightly.

Not only had Sakayanagi failed to predict this, but even she hadn't seen it coming.

No, no—no normal person would expect Kaoru to resort to drugging someone, right?

"Is this… something the school allows students to buy?" Masumi's expression darkened.

If the school permitted students to freely purchase such drugs, wouldn't that lead to all kinds of poison-related incidents in the future?

"I made it myself in secret." Kaoru clearly didn't want to dwell on the topic as he rummaged through his things nearby.

"I'd appreciate it if you kept this between us. Don't tell anyone."

"Impossible. Drugging and knocking out a girl is a crime, no matter how you look at it." Masumi flatly refused.

This kind of thing—either you drug someone together, or you don't do it at all. She had no idea what he was thinking.

Right now, Sakayanagi was asleep on the bed, and Masumi just stood there, feeling incredibly awkward.

How was she supposed to explain this when Sakayanagi woke up later?

"You're right. In that case, how about doing me a small favor?" Kaoru tossed his phone toward Masumi.

"Take some pictures for me later."

Masumi caught the phone reflexively, but upon hearing his request, she nearly hurled it back at him.

"What the hell are you planning?! Let me make this clear—if you try anything bad with Sakayanagi, I won't just stand by and watch!"

"Relax. I just want to snap a few embarrassing photos of her."

Kaorua pulled out a tube of lipstick.

Compared to markers or paint, this was much easier to handle and wouldn't leave any lasting traces.

While Masumi was still processing his words, he had already approached Sakayanagi.

To be honest, the little princess's sleeping face was quite lovely.

Her slightly upturned eyelashes had settled, her eyes tightly shut, her cute little nose perked up, and her soft pink lips pressed together.

Her fair, delicate skin had a snow-like sheen, looking as if a gentle poke would sink right in—who knew how soft it would feel?

Her petite body lay flat on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently.

A pretty bow covered her modest curves, and beneath her skirt extended a pair of slender, straight legs, tightly wrapped in thick tights, revealing only the most refined contours—enough to make someone want to reach out and touch them.

For a brief moment, as Kaoru drew closer, he felt as though he were approaching a sleeping beauty.

But despite the fleeting thought, he proceeded to doodle several turtles on Sakayanagi's lovely face—all while she remained completely unaware.

"Are you a child?" Masumi looked at him with utter disdain.

After going to such lengths to drug her, this was all he wanted to do?

"You might as well have just challenged her to a bet. Maybe you could've pinned her down and drawn on her properly."

"I can't beat her!" Kaoru said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You think I like doing this? If I could win against her, why would I need to drug her?"

Kamuro Masumi was momentarily speechless before asking, "You're not expecting me to take pictures of her like this, are you?"

"I thought you'd enjoy it. Any normal slave would seize the chance to retaliate, wouldn't they?" Kaoru replied, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Cut the crap. I'm not a freak like you." Kamuro Masumi coldly raised her phone and snapped a few photos of Kaoru and Sakayanagi Arisu.

Well, she was just clearing her own name—making sure Sakayanagi wouldn't mistakenly blame her when the real culprit was Kaoru.

These photos were her evidence.

"Get closer. Why are you standing so far away?"

"Stop nagging. By the way, your turtle looks hideous."

"Why would I draw it nicely?"

"Not trying anywhere else?"

"Where else is there to draw?"

"What about her arms?"

"Should we write something?"

"Writing is fine, but what's with this line—'Lady Kamuro, I am your little slave'?"

"Stop hitting me! I surrender! Wait—don't snatch it!"

And so, completely unbeknownst to Sakayanagi Arisu, Kamuro Masumi and Kaoru Mitoma had their fun with her.

"Feels good. Everyone needs to unwind sometimes." Masumi admired her handiwork, the frustration she'd bottled up finally released, and couldn't help but smile.

"'My brain doesn't work,' 'I'm a cute little loli'... Kamuro, you're seriously disgusting." Kaoru held up his phone, mocking her masterpiece.

"Shut up. The last person I want to hear that from is you. Whose fault do you think this is?!"

A faint blush crossed Masumi's face before she decided Kaoru was just shifting blame.

"Too bad she's wearing tights today. Otherwise, I'd have written a few tally marks on her thighs." Kaoru sighed regretfully.

Masumi glanced at Sakayanagi's calves and said flatly, "A few tallies? If I weren't here, I bet you'd go even further."

"I swear I'm not a foot fetishist." Kaoru felt he could still salvage this.

"Think about it—if I were, would you even be allowed to wear shoes in class?"

"You're so disgusting." Masumi's gaze was practically lethal.

Kaoru wanted to argue further, but after looking at Sakayanagi and the "art" on her, he fell silent.

Just as Masumi was about to return the lipstick, she froze, realization dawning.

Wait—what had she just been doing?!

She'd joined in scribbling on Sakayanagi, turning from a bystander into an accomplice!

And this guy had been filming the whole time?!

"Mitoma!"

The moment Masumi lunged at him, Kaoru was already prepared.

He sidestepped smoothly, leaving her to crash onto the floor.

"Kamuro, calm down. We're in this together now."

"Together my ass! You tricked me into this!" Masumi ignored his excuses.

If she could just delete those photos, she could still play innocent.

Even if Sakayanagi questioned her, she could feign ignorance.

In the cramped room, Kaoru struggled to evade Masumi's assault as the two circled the small table a dozen times.

She was no delicate Sakayanagi Arisu—her physical prowess was on par with most boys, and now, fueled by humiliation and anger, she swiftly caught up to Kaoru after a few laps and tackled him to the ground.

"Give me the phone!" Kamuro Masumi straddled his waist, pinning him down with her legs while pressing his wrists against the ground.

This position maximized her control, leaving him little room to struggle.

"You were having so much fun earlier—why delete the evidence of your enjoyment?" Kaoru protested weakly, though the position did give him an undeniable awareness of the girl's perky ass.

"Because I never wanted to get involved in your mess! You're the one who tempted me!" Masumi's face burned red, but she maintained her furious glare.

"No, no, no. The moment you agreed to Sakayanagi's request, you were already in too deep, Masumi," Kaoru said.

"Now you only have two choices—stand with me or stand with Sakayanagi."

"You want me to side with you?" Masumi's expression turned icy.

"No way. Being near you feels like an open invitation for harassment—what's next, licking my feet?"

Kaoru trembled with indignation.

Had his reputation really sunk that low?