Chapter 172: A Room Called Regret, A Theater Called Hope
Crouched in the farthest corner of her spotless room—hands around her knees, face buried in shame—Kirisu Mafuyumade a soft sound. It wasn’t quite a scream, nor a gasp. It was more like the helpless squeak of a cornered mole who had suddenly realized its den had collapsed in on itself.
"M-M-Mafuyu, what did you do...?"
She muttered to herself, mind reeling.
You... flirted with your student.
You acted spoiled. You called him "darling."
You begged for a shoulder massage and ear cleaning like some kind of pampered wife!
And that student wasn’t just anyone. It was Yukima Azuma—a boy who had shown you nothing but respect, kindness, and restraint.
And worst of all...
He was someone Yukinoshita Yukino liked.
A wave of guilt hit Mafuyu so hard she nearly keeled over again.
If there was a hole nearby, she would’ve burrowed down, curled up, and requested to be sealed inside forever.