Himuro was secretly thrilled. She had finally put this brat in his place, and he couldn't do a thing about it. If she were home, she'd be opening a bottle of vintage champagne. She imagined three years of this—her constantly lording her authority over him.
She didn't care if they were in different classes next year; she'd follow him. He had to pay for what he'd done to her.
Lost in her triumph, she didn't realize Fei-yu was staring at her foot with predatory intensity.
After a while, she glanced down and saw that his paper was empty except for his name. "What's this? Are you protesting? Do you think you're above my punishment?"
She looked closer and realized his head was tilted toward her legs. Is he... looking at my feet?
What's so special about feet? she wondered. She checked her shoes for dirt but found none. Then, she heard it—a faint, distinct sound of someone swallowing hard.
The realization hit her like a lightning bolt. Foot fetish? Does this little bastard actually have a thing for feet?
She found it disgusting—feet were for walking, they were dirty. But then again, this was the "stalker" who had blackmailed her. It made sense that he'd have a depraved kink.
She was about to scold him for his "filthy eyes," but then a different thought occurred to her. She wanted to tease him. To let him see, but never touch. That was the ultimate torture.
"Is it a good view?" she asked suddenly, her voice dropping.
Fei-yu froze. It was a trap. If he said yes, he was a pervert. If he said no, he was lying and insulting her.
"Hmph. Don't try to play dumb. You've been staring for ten minutes and haven't written a word."
"It's a good view," Fei-yu admitted, deciding to just own it.
Himuro didn't get angry. Instead, she twirled a lock of her silver hair around her finger and smirked. "A good view? Too bad. Looking is all you'll ever be allowed to do."
She let her shoe slip further off her heel, exposing her silk-covered arch and the curve of her sole. She was doing it on purpose. They were in a crowded office; he wouldn't dare do anything here.
Look all you want, you little brat. It'll never be yours, she thought triumphantly. She was so focused on her immediate victory that she didn't consider what he might do once they were alone.