Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Back in the classroom, despite the little incident with Chiya Mio, it didn't take long. When he returned, there weren't many people in the classroom yet.

Chiya Mio, who had just left, was also not there, clearly indicating that she had other matters to attend to.

Place the packed tableware of Chiya Mio on her seat, along with her socks.

Fujiwara Matsu sat back down in his seat, and after confirming that no one had seen him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I lay on the table, ready to enjoy my lunch break.

However, Chiyo's words kept nagging at him, and he couldn't sleep.

When Chiyo returned to the classroom with a group of people, his gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on him, but he chose to look away.

Even from a distance, Chiya Mio could see the bento box on her table.

"Hey, Misaki, your bento box is here! Did you forget to bring it?"

Chiya Mio opened her bento box, and it looked exactly the same as when she left.

"They probably ate a couple of bites and forgot to take it with them."

While dealing with the others around her, she covered the lunchbox, but her hand paused for a barely perceptible moment before she sat down in her seat.

After sitting down, she turned her gaze toward Fujiwara Matsu and smiled at him.

Fujiwara Matsu pretended not to see it. He hadn't figured out what the other person was thinking yet, and he couldn't let it disrupt his original peaceful plan.

Seemingly annoyed at being ignored twice, Chiya Mio chose the strategy with the most comments. She dispersed the crowd around her and walked straight to Fujiwara Matsu's seat.

"Knock knock!"

Chiya Mio tapped Fujiwara Matsu's table twice:

"Fujiwara-kun, could you come out with me for a moment?"

The girl's voice, as melodious as a nightingale's, rang out, not too loud, not too soft, just enough for most people in the class to hear.

Now Fujiwara Matsu only has one choice: go out with the girl. Otherwise, given the "atmosphere," he will be forced to become a low-level, shadowy figure in the food chain.

"He actually rejected Chiya-kun"—that's a huge crime.

She got up and followed Chiya Mio out of the classroom, the two of them walking to a secluded corner.

Fujiwara Matsu first made sure that no one was following before turning back to face Chiya Mio.

"Fujiwara-kun, you're really naughty. You didn't even properly accept your master's reward."

"I don't have the habit of eating other people's leftovers, so please allow me to decline Chiya-kun's kind offer."

"Also, I haven't agreed to your request yet, Chiyo-kun."

The girl crossed her arms, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"It's alright, Fujiwara-kun, you'll definitely agree. I'm just exercising my master's rights ahead of time."

Chiya Mio gently lifted Fujiwara Matsu's chin with her fingers, and Fujiwara Matsu raised his hand and pushed her hand away.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Also, it's best if you keep your distance from me, Chiya-kun."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Chiya Mio pulled out the socks that Fujiwara Matsu had recently put in her drawer.

"Fujiwara-kun, look what this is?"

"I've already returned it to its rightful owner, shouldn't I?"

She took two steps forward and stuffed what she was holding into Fujiwara Matsu's pocket:

"I said, you must bring Fujiwara-kun here yourself. This is the master's order."

"I refuse..."

Before she could even utter the word "refuse," Chiya Mio continued speaking.

"Fujiwara-kun, you don't want people to know right now, do you?"

Here we go again… Fujiwara Matsu’s lips twitched. But he had to admit, this trick really worked on him.

He paused for a moment by his pocket, then resignedly stuffed the wad of fabric deeper into his pocket to avoid being discovered.

Time flew by and it was time to leave school in the afternoon. Fujiwara Matsu had been on tenterhooks all afternoon, worried that Chiya Mio would suddenly expose her and confirm his reputation as a pervert. Fortunately, she didn't.

As agreed between the two, Fujiwara Matsu arrived at the literary club.

He did not go with Chiya Mio. To avoid suspicion, Fujiwara Matsu waited for Chiya Mio to leave first before setting off.

Pushing open the door, I found the curtains drawn, with only a few rays of the setting sun filtering through the gaps.

The air was filled with the faint smell of ink from old books.

At this moment, Chiya Mio was sitting upright in a chair, holding a copy of "Snow Country" in her hand.

"Have we finally arrived, Fujiwara-kun?"

Fujiwara Matsu first closed the door, then walked to the chair next to Chiya Mio and sat down.

"Chiya-kun, what do you want with me?"

"Fujiwara-kun, did you bring what I asked you to bring?"

Fujiwara Matsu breathed a sigh of relief, took the wad of cloth out of his pocket and tossed it to her. Because it had been in his pocket for a while, the cloth had absorbed his body heat.

"What? Fujiwara-kun didn't do anything weird with my socks, did he?"

"I was in class all afternoon and never left your sight. How could I have had time to do anything strange?"

Unable to hold it in any longer, Fujiwara Matsu blurted out his inner thoughts, but Chiya Mio's smile didn't change even after being told that.

"Who knows? I've been waiting for quite a while, who knows..."

"It's not that short."

The girl simply clicked her tongue softly, and Fujiwara Matsu felt his dignity had been challenged.

But he still chose to get straight to the point.

"So, what is this long-awaited reward you're talking about?"

Chiya Mio got up and sat on the table, her indoor shoes falling to the floor with a clatter.

A pair of bare feet, as white as mutton fat jade, appeared before Fujiwara Matsu's eyes.

If Fujiwara Matsu remembers correctly, Chiya Mio was wearing white socks that afternoon, but they're gone now, as if she'd made preparations in advance.

"Fujiwara-kun, please help me put this on."

Chiya Mio handed the stockings to Fujiwara Matsu and began to speak.

Several question marks appeared above his head as he stared at Chiya Mio:

"Shall I help you? Are you alright?"

"Fujiwara-kun, you should..."

here we go again……

The familiar "incompetent husband" scenario left Fujiwara Matsu somewhat at a loss, and she was just about to refuse:

"If you want to know what I want to do, Fujiwara-kun, you'd better do as I say."

A single sentence hit his sore spot, and Fujiwara Matsu sighed in despair, took the thing she handed him, and rather roughly tried to put it on Chiya Mio's feet.

At that moment, she pressed his hand down:

"Fujiwara-kun, that's not how it works, you should..."

She took Fujiwara Matsu's hand and traced it down her calf, down her knee, her thigh, and all the way to her groin...

The girl stopped there; if she continued upwards, Fujiwara Matsu felt she would die.

Fujiwara Matsu was the first to release his grip, swiftly withdrawing his hand and then looking away, his ears burning slightly.

Chiya Mio's soft laughter drifted over, and by the time he turned around, she was already dressed.

"If Fujiwara-kun would like, this isn't out of the question as a reward, is it, Fujiwara-kun?"

What do you think?

"If this is what you call your dream, Chiya-kun, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chiya Mio's actions interrupted him.

Sitting on the table, Chiya Mio lowered her eyes slightly and raised her foot, which was just wearing thick black stockings.

Fujiwara Matsu, sitting on a chair to the side, was in a low position, and without her having to exert much effort, her rounded toes easily lifted his chin.

The touch of the stockings came again, carrying her body heat.

"That's the way it is, Fujiwara-kun, lick it."

"Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?"

[Subjugation operation in progress. Please continue your current actions to completely subdue the target.]