Kanade pretended to review the apology while her mind raced to find a way to win. Her slender, pale finger tapped rhythmically on the desk.
Fei-yu watched her quietly. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, which was still flushed with a lingering pink. He had to go to class soon, and it would be embarrassing if someone noticed his "boner." Who gets hard while writing an apology in the teacher's office? Only a pervert like him.
Kanade bit her lip, a cunning smile suddenly touching her mouth. Initially, she wanted to make him promise not to use "magic" to cheat. But then she realized: magic, technology, notes—it's all cheating. And if you get caught cheating, your score is invalidated. If he has no score, he can't be first!
Hahaha!
As long as she stood right next to him during the exam and "caught" him using magic, she would win by default. Even if he got angry... well, a cheater has no right to be mad!
"Mmh, it's written well enough. You can go," Kanade said, trying to keep her expression neutral.
"That's it?" Fei-yu rubbed his nose. He had spent nearly thirty minutes in a locker but finished the actual task in two. It was quite the contrast.
"What? Is two hundred and fifty words not enough? Do you want to write a thousand?" she snapped, her annoyance returning at the sight of his smug face. Perverted little brat!
"Hehe, no thanks. I'm going then."
Kanade ignored him, looking back down at her book.
"Ms. Himuro," Fei-yu called out. He scanned the room to make sure no one was looking.
She looked up. A shadow loomed over her.
"I love you, Ms. Himuro."
Fei-yu leaned over and caught her sweet, soft lips. He swiped his tongue across them quickly before whispering into her ear. Then, before she could even process it, he bolted out of the office.
Kanade sat there, stunned. Her heart hammered against her chest. A deep, drunken flush spread across her beautiful face.
"Don't think words like that will make me go easy on you when I win," she whispered to the empty air, her hand wandering to her burning cheek.
Suddenly, a loud, angry shout from across the office broke her reverie.
"Get out! Get the hell out!"
She looked up to see a long-haired boy with obscured eyes stumbling out of another teacher's area.
"Morishita, mark my words! If you fail to turn in your homework again with that attitude, you're looking at a suspension!"
The boy, Morishita, tripped and fell in his haste to escape, looking like a stray dog as he scrambled away from the female teachers' judging eyes.
The office immediately filled with gossip.
"Ms. Kyoko is as strict as ever." "Isn't that a bit... much?" "Bad students like that need someone like Ms. Tsukishima to keep them in line."
Kyoko Tsukishima, a tall woman with a voluptuous figure poured into a blue pencil skirt, walked out of her area. She was clearly fuming, her large breasts heaving with every angry breath, revealing a deep, milky cleavage.
"That Morishita is a total bastard! Not a single word out of his mouth is the truth!" she ranted.
"Now, now, Ms. Tsukishima, don't let him ruin your health," another teacher consoled.
Kyoko took several deep breaths until her "peaks" leveled out. "You don't know how awful he is! I asked why he didn't do his homework. You know what he said?"
"He told me his grandfather died suddenly last night, so he was too busy with the funeral arrangements."
She paused, her anger flaring. "I felt bad for him. I really did. I was going to excuse him. But then I asked about his parents, and the bastard realized I was going to call home. So he told me his parents died of grief over the grandfather! He took me for a complete fool!"
The other teachers gasped. They couldn't believe a student would kill off his entire family just to get out of homework. What a savage.
Kanade felt a wave of disgust for this Morishita. To lie about death just to avoid a lecture... he was trash. Compared to him, Fei-yu He didn't seem so bad. At least the little bastard owned up to his mistakes (mostly).
Wait! Why am I thinking nice things about him! She shook her head violently. The sticky, cold sensation on her feet was still there, a constant reminder of how much saliva he had left on her. She couldn't even clean it off because her lunch break was too short to go home. She would have to walk around all day with his spit soaking into her stockings.
Perverted little freak!