Lesson Learned

I think she likes me.

Sugaya's skills an artist were definitely something.

The drawing was in watercolours with a sharp dark outline highlighting each explicit detail of the woman's upper half, a trail of black hair traipsed down the woman's back as she stared up at the sky and puckered her lips.

Mitsuko stared at the drawing of the naked woman for far too long, eyeing the curve of her breasts—

She hastily looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up. "You're worse than Okajima," she muttered to herself, looking around the corner.

Rio had gone to take a bath about twenty minutes ago, which meant, if their sleepover history served right, she'd be due out and be walking down the hallway in around five minutes.

So I just need to hang the drawing up, hide, and then watch her reaction—

"So you're into hentai, huh?" Karma's voice slithered in her ear.

Mitsuko whipped around in alarm. "Ah!"

Karma smiled slyly, looking down at her. "Hi."

Her mouth hung open for a second before her eyes darted to the drawing in her hands.

Another second passed by.

"What?!" She hid the drawing behind her back, stepping back. "Oh?" She gave a strained laugh, pointing at the drawing. "You mean this? I found this in storage." Mitsuko cleared her throat. "I was going to return it to the owners—It's not mine."

Karma raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, obviously." She laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "Why else would I have it?"

He stared at her for a moment as a crooked smile slid onto his face. "Right. Of course." He swiped the drawing from her before she could blink. "Why else would you have it, right?"

"Hey!" Mitsuko tried to grab it but he held it out of reach.

"I gotta say, though, the detail is exquisite." He grinned at her wolfishly as he pointed at the woman's nipples. "You wouldn't appreciate it but this would drive the boys here wild, especially Koro-sensei." He smirked. "Mind if I keep it? For pranking purposes of course."

"Absolutely not!" Her cheeks burned red, snatching the drawing back. "You're such a pervert."

His smirk grew wide. "You think so?"

"Uh, what are you doing?" It was Rio.

Mitsuko choked, as her back tensed. "Uh..." She turned around, keeping the drawing hidden behind her back and went even redder when she looked at the other girl.

Rio was in a dressing gown with a towel draped on her arm, her hair was still damp and framed her face—

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!

Mitsuko gulped. "Uh..."

"Mitsuko found a drawing in storage." Karma swiped the drawing from her hand again.

She narrowed her eyes. "Karma!"

He grinned and proudly presented it to Rio.

Mitsuko tensed and stared at Rio intently, analysing her reaction.

Rio's eyes widened at first, and her brow furrowed faintly as her gaze raked over the image.

Were her pupils dilating?

Mitsuko curled her hand into fists.

Then Rio smirked at Karma. "Oh, I see. Do you need some alone time with it or?"