Her hands and feet were ice cold.
Her stomach was twisted into a tight knot of hunger, letting out occasional growls. It felt as though a cold, slimy frog was gnawing at her insides, croaking as it ate. It was a loathsome sensation.
Vida sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, her thin, pale legs swinging back and forth. There were no slippers in the prison cell, so she simply went barefoot. Her toes were small and delicate, adorned with a lovely shade of purple-pink nail polish.
Though she had the body of a young girl, she was over twenty years old. Thus, smoking, drinking, and painting her nails were all things she was entitled to do. Of course, Vida didn’t actually smoke or drink; she didn’t even perm her hair. Instead, she wore star-shaped hair ties, committed to her youthful aesthetic to the very end.
Vida stared warily at the senior girl outside the bars. She sensed a hint of trouble from the other girl’s unfriendly expression. She remembered her name started with “Gim” or something—Gimmy? Gigi? Ah, I’ve never taught her. I can’t remember.
Vida had joined the faculty two years ago and had only taught three classes. Gymnopedie, however, was a fourth-year student.
“Student… Gim… is there something you need?” Vida asked cautiously.
Because she was short and sitting down, when the girl stepped up to her, Vida’s line of sight was actually blocked by the senior’s chest. She couldn’t even see the girl’s face. An inexplicable pang of jealousy rose in her heart.
So tall… so big…
She’s the complete opposite of me…
Sigh…
Her mood sank even further.
“Hello, Teacher!” Gymnopedie greeted her in a friendly tone.
Phew.
The little teacher let out a sigh of relief.
Hmph. At least she knows how to respect her teachers. She seems like a good girl.
My stomach is about to cave in from hunger. Hurry up and bring me some food. Do I really have to ask for it myself? Vida swallowed hard.
Eh?
What are you doing, grabbing my foot?
Vida’s large eyes blinked in confusion. The girl in front of her had lifted one of her little feet. A warm palm pressed against her sole while slender, white fingers gripped her instep. Pale skin peeked through the gaps between those fingers, and the purple-pink nail polish on her five toes looked vivid and cute.
Gymnopedie half-knelt, one hand holding Teacher Vida’s foot while her other index finger began to stroke the pale-pink surface, tracing the faint blue veins beneath the skin.
Vida’s cheeks flushed. A tremor she had never felt before surged up her spine and into her skull. Her toes curled involuntarily as she cried out in a panic, “W-What are you doing?!”
Gymnopedie was a master of such arts, whereas Teacher Vida was a complete novice.
“Teacher Vida, how did Hatsuyuki die?”
Gymnopedie suddenly looked up, her terrifying gaze locking onto the little teacher’s eyes!
Vida flinched.
Ah… it’s the look of an avenger…
It’s so heavy…
Uuu… I don’t know anything. The Principal did everything…
Vida shrank her neck back in fear, yet she still tried to maintain her dignity as an educator. She looked up, pursing her lips tightly, and spoke in a stern tone. “What do you think you’re doing to me?! I am your teacher! Put my foot down! Or else I’m going to get very angry!”
“Such cute little feet. Teacher Vida, you really are a stunner…”
Excitement gleamed in Gymnopedie’s eyes. She shifted her grip to the teacher’s slender ankle and pulled forward, fully exposing the snowy foot before her.
“What are you saying?! You aren’t allowed to bully your teacher!”
Vida began to struggle, trying to pull her foot back. However, the girl’s fingers were like iron pincers, firmly locking her ankle in place. Then, the girl’s fingertips began to scrape back and forth across her tender red sole.
An unbearable itch surged through the little teacher’s nerves. She let out a shivering gasp. Her body, which had been tensed in resistance, immediately went limp. She writhed and twisted, let out whimpering pleas. “Don’t… don’t…”
“Oh my, I didn’t expect a teacher to make such cute sounds,” Gymnopedie said playfully.
Hatsuyuki’s death had to be avenged. Since the Principal wasn’t here, she would collect some interest from Teacher Vida first.
“No… stop… I can’t take it…”
The little teacher squirmed on the bed like a larva. The sharp scraping of fingernails against her sole tickled her very heart; the sensation spread from her chest to her entire body. Soon, her calf muscles tightened and trembled. Her waist arched as if it were breaking, and her feigned anger turned into sobbing entreaties.
“Forgive me… spare your teacher… it’s too itchy… don’t bully me anymore… I’m so hungry… Ah… I can’t… I… ah!”
Gymnopedie’s keen eyes caught the moment Teacher Vida’s thigh muscles locked tight. The teacher’s waist arched upward violently and her knees pressed together. Her hot pants quickly soaked through with a large, damp patch amidst her tremors. She had lost control of her bladder.
Vida collapsed onto the bed, giving up her struggle. Her pupils were dilated to their limit, her expression one of utter despair, as if she had sunk into a never-ending nightmare. After a moment, she curled into a ball, clutching the bedsheets and sobbing quietly.
“Oh, is that all? We haven’t even reached the end yet…”
Gymnopedie began to climb onto the bed, intending to continue her torment. She wouldn’t stop, even if the woman broke.
Right then, a foot slammed into Gymnopedie’s backside with a heavy thud!
She instantly lost her balance and went tumbling into the wall. As she turned her head, she saw the young black-haired girl slowly withdrawing her leg. It was she who had delivered that perfect front kick.
“Wang Yue!” Gymnopedie bared her teeth, her face twisted with malice.
“What’s the point of bullying a teacher? Why don’t you try me?” Wang Yue sneered, beckoning with her finger.
Gymnopedie climbed off the bed and stood before the black-haired girl. She was a full head taller, radiating an intense sense of pressure.
“Have you gotten a bit too full of yourself? I can use magic. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous for a first-year to think they can beat a fourth-year?”
I’ll just take Wang Yue down too, Gymnopedie thought.
She drew a wand from her thigh holster, but before she could even point it at the girl, Wang Yue flicked her hand. In the next instant, something impossible happened!
Gymnopedie’s palm unraveled like fine noodles in a pot, dissolving into countless white threads. Her wand clattered to the floor. Wang Yue caught one end of the threads with her fingertips and gave it a gentle tug. Suddenly, Gymnopedie’s entire arm vanished into thin air!
The empty sleeve hung limp. A bright white thread extended from the cuff, looking as though her entire body was woven from such silk!
Gymnopedie let out a scream of terror. Her instinct was to run, but she realized she was like a knitted doll whose loose thread had been caught. The faster she ran, the faster she would unravel. She forced herself to stop.
“Did you underestimate me a bit too much, Senior Gymnopedie?”
Wang Yue’s hand moved as if playing cat’s cradle, weaving Gymnopedie’s Life-fibers. Her other hand reached out to cup the senior’s heavy breast. It felt like a balloon filled with water. She gave it a little weigh—good heavens, it had to be at least a kilogram.
Gymnopedie’s face went pale. Her eyes were filled with profound humiliation and her pupils dilated. Usually, she was the one handling others; this was the first time she was being toyed with so freely. Yet, amidst the mortal terror, a thought of wanting to please her captor sprouted—perhaps she should offer the other one as well.
Gymnopedie grit her teeth, her eyes darting around as she calculated how to call for backup. She even thought that even if Wang Yue possessed the Power of Rules, she was no match for the Witches. Once they caught her and stripped her of that power, perhaps it would be granted to her instead…
“Senior, you aren’t thinking of calling for help, are you?” Wang Yue gave her a surprised look.
Having her inner thoughts read so easily, Gymnopedie’s face flushed red and white. She found herself speechless. Then, Wang Yue stood on her tiptoes and whispered a few words into her ear.
Hearing them, Gymnopedie’s expression changed drastically. Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Hatsuyuki is still alive…
How can that be…
She felt dazed. An immense wave of joy surged through her, accompanied by a sense of unreality. Gymnopedie no longer cared that Wang Yue held the thread of her life. She asked urgently, “I want to see her!”
“That depends on your performance.”
Thus, Wang Yue successfully turned the sadistic senior.
However, Gymnopedie couldn’t do anything that directly betrayed Granahl, or else her connection to her faith would be severed. A betrayal at the critical moment would be far more effective. In the meantime, as long as it didn’t count as direct treason, she could certainly look after the teachers.
Wang Yue then walked to the bed and gently picked up the sobbing little teacher.
“I’ll take you to have a bath, Teacher Vida.”
“Dirty…” the little teacher whimpered, her face burning with shame.
“It’s fine. I do this often.”
