Fei-yu carefully peeked up at Himuro, only to find her icy gaze locked onto him. There was no doubt now.
He felt a cold sweat. He might be an adult in a teen's body, but even college students fear a pissed-off teacher. Should I use hypnosis to make her forget? he thought. No. I messed up. I have to take it like a man. If I use my powers every time I'm in trouble, I'll turn into a monster like Homelander.
"Fei-yu! Stand up!" Himuro barked.
Fei-yu stood slowly under the gaze of the whole class. Some looked shocked—they didn't think the "hero" of the baseball field was a dummy who couldn't even copy homework correctly. Others looked sympathetic. And some, the losers and shut-ins, looked triumphant.
But no one was happier than Izumi Nogami, the gyaru. She was practically vibrating with joy. This was better than any orgasm she'd ever had. She wanted to stand on her desk and cheer. This was her revenge for the spanking he'd given her.
"Hahaha! He can't even copy homework! Even a dumb gyaru like me can do that!" she thought gleefully. She decided she was going to mock him mercilessly after class.
"You didn't even try," Himuro sneered. "You turned your work in stapled to the person you copied from! What do you think you'll achieve in society with that level of stupidity?!"
That's a bit much, Fei-yu thought. If they were in private, he'd have ways to shut her up. But here, he had to play the part. He didn't want other guys seeing him dominate her.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Himuro. It won't happen again," he said with a sincere-looking bow.
Himuro blinked. She expected him to talk back or be defiant. His quick apology robbed her of the chance to vent the frustration she'd been carrying since their last "encounter." It was like she was just getting into the mood and he suddenly "went limp."
"Since it's your first offense and you apologized... I won't report you," she said, trying to regain her composure. "But to make sure it doesn't happen again, you're coming to my office after class to write a 250-word apology letter!"
She didn't realize that this impulsive punishment would lead to a very "messy" afternoon for her.
"Yes, ma'am," Fei-yu said, sitting back down.
Himuro gave the class one more warning before starting the lesson. Fei-yu stared at her back. He realized that despite her harsh words, she had actually let him off easy. She could have sent him to the principal.
She's actually a softie deep down, he thought. A softie with some very... interesting kinks.