The scene now was bizarre—a silver-haired lolita lay sprawled on the bed, deep in an infant-like slumber, her face and arms covered in strange doodles and cryptic scribbles.

On the ground, a girl was straddling a man.

Her slightly plump curves were clearly outlined by her thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Bent at the waist with her legs clamped around the man's hips, the rounded shape of her pert backside was prominently visible through the tight jeans, the curve pressing against the man's abdomen as if to pin down his resistance.

Every now and then, she would reach out to snatch at the man's phone.

"Hurry up, give me your phone!"

"You've already done it, why care about this now?"

"I was accidentally fooled by your sweet talk. Thinking carefully, you could've just drugged me too. The only reason you didn't was because you wanted to drag me down with you."

"You're already in deep."

"Damn it!"

Any passerby who happened upon this scene might think they'd stumbled upon some mysterious ritual.

Kamuro Masumi didn't dare get up from him, not even shifting slightly, otherwise Kaoru Mitoma could immediately break free from her restraint.

She could only use her body weight, pressing one hand against his wrist while desperately reaching for the phone with the other.

However, Kaoru stretched his arm straight out, keeping the phone just beyond her reach.

Kaoru likewise didn't dare loosen his grip on the phone, otherwise Kamuro would immediately get up from him.

The moment she made any move to rise, he would seize her and prevent her from standing.

Thus, the two found themselves in a deadlock, neither daring to make any sudden moves.

"Stop squirming!" Kamuro glared at Kaoru.

With their current proximity, she could feel his breath against her neck.

"You're the one who shouldn't move." Kaoru took a deep breath, his nose filled with the girl's sweet, soft fragrance.

Perhaps from exertion, a few strands of her hair clung to her forehead.

Moreover, her collar sagged slightly from gravity, faintly revealing delicate skin and a glimpse of pale collarbone, as if a little further would expose the peaks of her chest.

"I don't understand what goes through the mind of a foot-fetishist like you."

Panting slightly, Kamuro finally gave up when she realized she couldn't win the tug-of-war.

"Whatever, consider today my bad luck."

With that, she finally got up from Kaoru.

Kaoru watched her with lingering suspicion, but continuing this stalemate seemed pointless.

He bluntly said, "You don't actually have to obey Sakayanagi. Even if she threatens to expose your past—it's not like you have any friends. Who would care about that anyway?"

Kamuro's mouth twitched.

How very sorry she was for not having any friends.

"Without value, the class might abandon me someday." Kamuro cut him off before he could speak, anticipating his response.

"This isn't just my thinking—many in class feel the same. Take Yamamura—why do you think she obeys Sakayanagi's orders?"

"I could protect you too, you know?" Kaoru was perplexed.

Whether within the rules or beyond them, he now had the ability to shield Kamuro.

"Until graduation?" Kamuro Masumi scoffed dismissively.

"Give it up. Most people prioritize class interests over individuals. Asking them to sacrifice both Personal Points and Class Points to protect one person is far too sentimental."

This approach seemed more like Class B's style.

Their Class A didn't need to climb rankings—they just needed to ensure smooth graduation.

On that basis, losing one or two worthless burdens would actually benefit Class A more.

"I understand your perspective, but are you really useless right now?" Kaoru smiled.

"After becoming the grade-wide champion at the sports festival, do you think anyone would abandon you?"

Kamuro Masumi stared at him intently.

Kaoru hesitated for a moment, about to speak, when the girl suddenly leaned in and snatched his phone with lightning speed.

"Finally fell for it. Dealing with you really is a pain."

Kaoru's smile faded as he stared blankly at Masumi.

"Ah, damn—it's password-locked." Masumi frowned the moment she got her hands on it.

"What's the password?"

"Like I'd tell you?" Kaoru remained unshaken—otherwise, he wouldn't have been so careless.

"Your birthday?" Masumi glanced at his expression, noticing his slight stiffness, and immediately started entering the code.

"Wait, even if you delete the photos, what are you trying to hide? Once Sakayanagi wakes up and sees you unharmed, she'll assume you conspired with me." Kaoru made a last-ditch effort to reason with her.

"If you can guess her thoughts, why wouldn't she guess yours? As much as I hate to admit it, I'm her last line of defense." Masumi flipped through the gallery.

"Tch, you really are a foot fetishist creep—you even took pictures of feet."

"I'm not a foot fetishist! She was the one walking around with her legs exposed—why shouldn't I look?" Kaoru was tired of his image being dragged through the mud.

He felt the need to set the record straight.

"You even took pictures of my feet. How is that not being a foot fetishist?" Masumi gave him a strange look.

She was wearing jeans—her entire legs were covered except for her exposed feet.

"Honestly, today I was planning to take some... provocative photos. You know, while Sakayanagi was unconscious." Kaoru admitted his crime.

"I didn't expect you to show up too. My bad."

"Disgusting." Masumi shot him a look of utter contempt. "To you, feet are the most provocative thing, huh?"

"Don't slander me!" Kaoru felt humiliated.

How could he possibly be a foot fetishist?

Masumi smirked coldly and stretched out her right leg—her slender calf and white-socked foot planted firmly on the floor in front of Kaoru.

"If you admit you're a foot fetishist creep, I might let you have a lick."

Kaoru stared at her foot.

The texture of socks was nothing like stockings, and the scent was completely different too.

Noticing the hesitation on Kaoru's face, Kamuro Masumi snorted twice.

A foot-fetishist pervert was still a pervert—normal people wouldn't hesitate because they'd never even consider licking in the first place.

"Don't want to? Or would you prefer bare feet?" Masumi said, as if accommodating his feelings—or deliberately tempting him.

Her fingers pinched the edge of her sock, slowly pulling it off to reveal fair, delicate toes and a rosy, tender ankle that looked utterly delectable.

At the sight, Kaoru's throat moved slightly.

The corners of Masumi's lips curled up faintly.

Then, suddenly, she saw Kaoru move toward her, leaning in.

A flicker of shyness flashed in her eyes instinctively, but she quickly steadied herself.

After all, this guy was a foot-fetishist pervert—of course he couldn't resist.

It was exactly as she'd expected.

However, the next moment, Masumi only felt a warm, wet sensation on her cheek.