“Oho, Big Brother Su~ You’re awfully early today!”

The moment I stepped through the school gate, Class Monitor and Student Council President Lu Hanhan blocked my path. She twirled a pink notebook—clearly checking for latecomers.

“Haha… had something come up. I’m late.”

I instinctively stepped back, staring at the beautiful girl before me. A cold sweat soaked my back in an instant.

Don’t be fooled by her cute face. She enforced rules without mercy—and she was a karate expert. Once, she nearly kicked me into next week.

“Cut the chatter. Grade, class, name, student ID—report now!”

President Hanhan spun her blue ballpoint pen, barely glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

“We’re in the same class… you already know that…”

I pouted slightly but obediently answered anyway.

Lu Hanhan carried quiet pride—not arrogant, but utterly intolerant of rule-breaking. Everything *had* to follow protocol.

[Fox Demon’s voice echoed in my mind]

[Her skirt’s so short! Girls in your era are bold, huh?]

I instinctively glanced at President Hanhan’s black pleated skirt. It was fine—just a fingertip above the knee.

Unlike others who hacked their skirts ultra-short, I knew without looking: safety shorts underneath.

[What *are* these pants? So sheer—are they silk?]

The Fox Demon forced my gaze to linger on her slender calves. She meant the knee-high socks—thin, elegant, hugging every curve.

“Hey… knock it off. People’ll think I’m a creep,” I muttered.

President Hanhan was jotting notes, oblivious to my wandering eyes. One wrong glance, and she’d kick me flying.

[What’s to fear from a woman? Let this queen feel these strange pants.]

Her words barely faded—my right hand shot toward the President’s leg.

*No way!* Since when do fox spirits obsess over stockings?! Isn’t that a guy thing?!

“DON’T!”

I lunged my left hand to clamp my traitorous right wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

She paused her pen, frowning up at me.

“A… cramp! My hand’s spasming!”

Veins throbbed on my forehead. I wrestled my stiff hand down with every ounce of strength.

[Defying this queen, human?]

A sharp, indignant voice flared in my skull. My right hand pinched my arm—*hard*.

“Ah! Haha… see? This hand’s got a mind of its own.”

I forced a shaky grin, praying she hadn’t noticed its *original* target.

“Rest more if you cramp. Class starts soon—go. I’m heading to admin.”

She shot me a knowing look… then walked away.

“You know we have *criminal law*, right?! If you want yang/yin energy, no reckless moves!”

I was genuinely furious. She’d nearly made me a harasser. One touch, and I’d never clear my name.

[Alright. This queen erred.]

*Wait—she apologized?!*

[That woman’s spiritual energy… dense. Not ordinary. This queen will claim her.]

“‘Claim’? How?! Not like this morning?! Remember: no harm, no coercion!”

Just recalling being puppeteered into *kissing* the President made me shudder. She’d have bitten my tongue off.

[Forcing ruins the energy’s purity. This time? Fox Demon Charm. She’ll *willingly* fall into my arms.]

“…”

I didn’t get it—but the President was now on her hunt list. How’d she win over *that* iron-willed woman?

Whatever. I’d just watch. My body wasn’t mine anymore. She could take it anytime.

*Ding-ding-ding—*

Bell rang. I slid into my seat.

“You late?” my male deskmate glanced over.

“Mm. Something came up.”

I hummed flatly, already tuning him out.

[This one… smells *delicious*.]

The second I pulled out my textbook—*click*.

My head swiveled mechanically. Eyes glowed crimson. Locked onto him.

A slow, seductive smile curled my lips.

“Wait… you’re not thinking of—!"