Practical teaching, all I want is your reward.

“I thought you would like it. Normal slaves would definitely retaliate at this time, right?” Suzuki Tetsu said strangely.

"Don't give me that crap, I'm not like you perverts." Kamuro Masumi coldly raised her phone and took a few photos of Suzuki Toru and Sakayanagi Arisu.

Yes, she was just trying to clear her name and prevent Sakayanagi Arisu from mistakenly believing that she was the culprit. In fact, the murderer was Suzuki Toru, and her photo was the evidence.

"Come closer, why are you standing so far away?"

"You're so long-winded. By the way, your turtle is too ugly."

Why do I draw so well?

"Don't you come from other places?"

"Is there anywhere else I can draw?"

"Can't I use my arm?"

"Would you like me to write a few words?"

"Writing is fine, but what's with this sentence, 'Lord Kamuro, I am your little slave'?"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! Wait, don't try to take it!"

Thus, without Arisu Sakayanagi's knowledge, Masumi Kamuro and Tetsu Suzuki thoroughly enjoyed themselves on her.

"Feels good. It's good to relax sometimes." Looking at her masterpiece, Kamuro Masumi felt all her pent-up frustration released and couldn't help but smile.

"‘My brain isn’t working properly,’ ‘I’m a cute little loli’… Kamuro-kun, you’re really disgusting.” Suzuki Toru held his phone and complained about her masterpiece.

"Enough! I just don't want to be disgusted by someone like you. Whose fault do you think it is?!" A blush flashed across Kamuro Masumi's face, but then she felt that Suzuki Tetsu was the one who was blaming first.

"It's a pity she was wearing pantyhose today, otherwise I would have liked to write some tally marks on her thighs," Suzuki Toru said with regret.

Kamuro Masumi looked at Sakayanagi Arisu's calves and said expressionlessly, "How many tally marks? I feel that if I weren't here, you would probably have gone even further."

"I'm really not a foot fetishist." Suzuki Toru thought he could still argue. "Think about it, if I were a foot fetishist, do you think you'd still wear shoes to class?"

"You perverted red bean paste guy." Kamuro Masumi looked at him as if he were a dead man.

Suzuki Tetsu wanted to argue again, but looking at Sakayanagi Arisu and the wish on her body, he finally fell silent.

Just as Kamuro Masumi was about to return the lipstick, she suddenly realized something and her expression froze completely.

Wait, what was she doing just now?!

She even started writing and drawing on Sakayanagi Arisu's body. Doesn't that turn her from a bystander into an accomplice?

And this guy was actually filming it?

"Suzuki!"

The moment Kamuro Masumi lunged at him, Suzuki Toru was already prepared. He calmly turned around, and the girl missed her target and fell to the ground.

"Kamuro-kun, calm down. We're in this together now."

"You little bastard! You actually tricked me into doing this kind of thing!" Kamuro Masumi completely ignored his explanation. As long as she deleted her photos, she could maintain her innocence. Even if Sakayanagi Arisu asked, she could play dead.

In this cramped room, Suzuki Toru could hardly resist Kamuro Masumi's onslaught, and the two ran around the small table more than a dozen times.

She wasn't the delicate Sakayanagi Arisu; her physical strength was no less than that of a boy, and now she was in a state of embarrassment and anger. After running a few laps, Suzuki Toru was easily tackled to the ground by her.

"Give me the phone!" Kamuro Masumi straddled his abdomen, using her legs to clamp around his waist while pressing down on his wrists with her hands. This position was designed to suppress his resistance to the greatest extent possible.

"You were having so much fun just now, why do you want to erase the happy look from your face?" Suzuki Tetsu struggled desperately, even though this position allowed him to feel the girl's pert buttocks to the fullest extent.

"Because I didn't want to get involved in your affairs at all, it was you who tempted me!" Kamuro Masumi's face was flushed, but she still maintained an angry expression.

“No, no, no, from the moment you agreed to Sakayanagi-san's request, you had no way out, Kamuro-san,” Suzuki Toru said. “Now you can only go down one path: either stay with me or stand with Sakayanagi-san.”

"You want me to follow you?" Masumi Kamuro said expressionlessly. "I don't want to. I feel like I could be violated by you at any time, like you'd lick my feet."

Suzuki Toru was trembling with anger. Had his image really degenerated to this extent?

Chapter 370 If You've Got the guts, Then Lick It

The scene is somewhat bizarre: a silver-haired loli lies on the bed, fast asleep like a baby, her face covered with strange patterns, and even her arms have strange writing on them.

On the ground, a girl straddled a man. Her thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans revealed her slightly plump figure. She bent over, her legs wrapped around the man's waist. From behind, her small, pert buttocks were clearly visible, appearing particularly round and firm under the tight jeans. Her buttocks pressed against the man's abdomen, as if this could suppress his resistance. She would occasionally reach out to snatch the man's phone.

"Hurry up and give me the phone!"

"You've already done it, why are you still worried about this?"

"I was tricked by you by accident. If I think about it carefully, you could have easily drugged me. The reason you didn't is because you wanted to drag me down with you."

"You're already in the water."

"hateful!"

If someone were to accidentally witness this scene, they might think they had stumbled upon the site of some mysterious ritual.

Kamuro Masumi dared not get off him, or even move an inch, otherwise Suzuki Tetsu could immediately break free from her hold. She could only use her weight to press down on his wrist with one hand and desperately try to grab the phone with the other.

However, Suzuki Toru stretched out his arm so that she couldn't reach the phone.

Suzuki Tetsuya didn't dare to let go of his hand holding the phone, otherwise Kamuro Masumi would immediately get off him. As soon as Kamuro Masumi made a move to get up, he would immediately grab Kamuro Masumi and prevent her from getting up.

As a result, the two are now basically in a state of mutual restraint, and neither dares to make any rash moves.

"Don't move!" Kamuro Masumi glared at Suzuki Toru. Because the two were so close, Suzuki Toru's breath was hitting her neck.

"You're the one who shouldn't move." Suzuki Toru took a deep breath, feeling the girl's scent filling his nostrils. It was soft and fragrant, and he could see a few strands of her hair sticking to her forehead, probably because she was sweating a little.

Not only that, her collar also drooped down with gravity, vaguely revealing her delicate skin and a glimpse of her fair collarbone, as if if you looked any deeper you could see the girl's breasts.

"I don't understand what you're thinking, you perverted foot fetishist." Kamuro Masumi was a little out of breath. Seeing that she couldn't win against him, she simply gave up. "Fine, fine, I guess I'm just unlucky today."

With that, she finally got up from Suzuki Toru.

Suzuki Toru looked at her with some skepticism, but it seemed like continuing like this wouldn't solve anything, so he simply said, "Actually, you don't need to listen to Sakayanagi-san. Even if she were to reveal your past, you don't have any friends, so who would care?"

Kamuro Masumi's lips twitched. She was sorry that she didn't have any friends.

“If I’m not valuable, the class might abandon me someday.” Kamuro Masumi interrupted him as he was about to speak, "This isn’t just my opinion; many people in the class have similar thoughts, like Yamamura. Why do you think she would listen to Sakayanagi’s orders?"

"I can protect you too?" Suzuki Tetsu was puzzled. Whether it was within the rules or outside the rules, he now had the ability to protect Kamuro Masumi.

"Until graduation?" Kamuro Masumi said dismissively. "Give up. Most people prioritize the interests of the class. Individuals can be sacrificed, but asking them to give up their personal and class points to protect one person is too sentimental."

This approach is more like the style of Class B, while Class A students don't need to climb classes; they just need to make sure they can graduate smoothly.

On this basis, losing one or two worthless burdens would actually be more beneficial to Class A.

“I understand your thoughts, but are you really that useless right now?” Suzuki Tetsu smiled. “If you become the top student in the entire grade at the sports festival, do you think anyone would give up on you?”

Masumi Kamuro stared at him intently.

Suzuki Toru hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to speak, when the girl suddenly leaned in front of him and snatched his phone away with lightning speed.

"Finally fell for it. Dealing with you is really troublesome."

Suzuki Tetsu's smile gradually faded, and he stared blankly at Kamuro Masumi.

"Oh no, it has a password." Masumi Kamuro frowned as soon as she got it. "What's the password?"

"There's no way he'd say something like that, right?" Suzuki Toru was completely unfazed; otherwise, how could he be so completely unguarded?

"Your birthday?" Kamuro Masumi glanced at his expression and, seeing that it was somewhat stiff, immediately started typing in the password.

"Wait, even if you delete the photos, what can you hide? When Sakayanagi wakes up and sees you're safe and sound, she'll definitely think you were in cahoots with me." Suzuki Tetsuya was making a last-ditch effort to get Kamuro Masumi to think things through calmly.

“You can guess what she’s thinking, so why can’t she guess what you’re thinking? Although I’m very unwilling, I’m her last line of defense.” Kamuro Masumi flipped through the photo album. “Tsk, you really are a perverted foot fetishist, even taking pictures of feet.”

"I'm not a perverted foot fetishist. After all, she's showing her legs and swaying around here, why can't I look?" Suzuki Toru was fed up with his image being reduced to this state, and he felt he needed to really clarify things.

"You even took pictures of my feet. Isn't that a perverted foot fetish?" Kamuro Masumi looked at him strangely. She was wearing jeans, and her whole legs were inside the jeans, with only her toes showing.

"Actually, I was planning to take some sexy photos today, that is, to take some lewd pictures of Sakayanagi while she was unconscious." Suzuki Tetsu admitted his crime. "I didn't expect you to come over too, I'm sorry."

"How disgusting." Masumi Kamuro gave her a particularly disgusted look. "For you, feet are the sexiest photos, right?"

"Please don't slander me!" Suzuki Toru felt humiliated. How could he possibly be a foot fetishist?

Kamuro Masumi gave a cold laugh and stretched out her right leg towards Suzuki Toru. Her straight calf and her foot, clad in white mid-calf socks, landed on the floor in front of Suzuki Toru.

"If you admit you're a perverted foot fetishist, you can lick this."

Suzuki Toru looked at her feet. The feel of socks and stockings was obviously different, and the smell was completely different as well.

Noticing the hesitation on Suzuki Toru's face, Kamuro Masumi snorted twice. A perverted foot fetishist is a perverted foot fetishist; a normal person wouldn't hesitate because they simply couldn't bring themselves to do it.

"Don't you want to lick it, or do you want to go barefoot?" Kamuro Masumi seemed to be taking care of his feelings, or perhaps she was deliberately tempting him. She pinched the edge of her socks with her fingers and slowly pulled them off, revealing her clean white toes and delicate, rosy ankles, which looked very tempting.

Seeing this, Toru Suzuki's throat bobbed.

Kamuro Masumi's lips curled up slightly. Then, she suddenly saw Suzuki Tetsu move and move closer to her. A hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down. After all, this guy was a perverted foot fetishist and he couldn't resist. It was not beyond her expectations.

However, the next moment, Masumi Kamuro felt a warm, moist sensation on her face.

Chapter 371 *Slap!*

Snapped!

Perhaps out of instinct, the moment she sensed something was amiss, Masumi Kamuro slapped him as if she were swatting a fly.

Unsurprisingly, Suzuki Toru covered his face; after all, licking a girl's face would normally get him a beating.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I don't know why I just did it subconsciously..." As she spoke, Masumi Kamuro gradually realized what she was doing, her face turning bright red, her eyes filled with shame and indignation. "What the hell are you doing?!"

This guy actually took advantage of her being off guard and suddenly licked her. This can no longer be considered a perverted foot fetishist, but an incurable pervert!

Kamuro Masumi felt goosebumps rising on her skin, and her face still felt sticky. She touched it, but it didn't seem to be there. Could it have seeped into her skin?

"Didn't you tell me to lick it?" Suzuki Tetsu said calmly. "Since it's all licking anyway, it doesn't matter where I lick it."

"How could they be the same!" Kamuro Masumi was shocked by his shamelessness, and then suddenly realized that she was in extreme danger. If this guy wanted to do something to her, it seemed that she couldn't stop him at all.

"You dare to make me lick your feet? You're the one who's even more perverted and lewd, aren't you?" Suzuki Tetsu sneered. "What normal girl would take off her socks in a boy's room and let him lick her toes? That's clearly your fetish."

Kamuro Masumi laughed in anger. This guy was actually accusing her first. She held up her phone and said coldly, "Look at these photos yourself. What are they? Either they're secretly taking pictures of my butt, or they're taking pictures of Sakayanagi's feet. You perverted lewd pervert!"

“I did take some pictures, but didn’t you take these yourself?” Suzuki Toru pointed to some photos on his phone. “It’s one thing for me to take pictures of feet, but you also secretly took pictures of Sakayanagi-san’s breasts.”

"Nonsense, when did I take any pictures!"