Rudius held his phone screen toward the girl.
The screen showed the incriminating picture selected, his finger hovering over the ‘Send’ button.
He smiled.
“What do you think would happen if I sent this to the group chat? You carry that backpack to school every day—everyone would recognize it, wouldn’t they?”
Emma’s body went rigid.
In an instant, she raised her leg and swept it toward him—but Rudius, seeing her move, unhesitatingly tapped the ‘Send’ button with his finger.
Her slender, beautiful leg stopped a few centimeters from his face.
Emma’s face was pale, her eyes fixed on his phone screen in panic.
At this moment, Rudius’s finger was only millimeters from the glass.
Rudius smiled.
“Remember what you said during your self-introduction on the first day of high school? You said you’d practiced wrestling since childhood—that a few grown men were no match for you. You also said you weren’t interested in dating and told the boys not to bother you.”
Emma’s face remained expressionless, but countless fine beads of sweat seeped from her fair forehead.
Rudius looked at her, his smile growing more pleased.
Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed her suspended leg, and lifted it higher.
Emma was shocked.
She tried to put her leg down, but Rudius held it firmly, barking, “Don’t move!”
Emma bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately dared not resist.
Rudius was on high alert—she wasn’t confident she could take him down instantly.
If she failed, that photo would be sent to the group chat…
Rudius lifted her leg higher and higher, finally raising it above both their heads, forcing her into a full split.
He secretly swallowed, then smiled.
“Hold it steady. Don’t put it down.”
He continued holding his phone screen toward Emma, his finger ready to send the photo at any moment.
Emma glared at him with murderous intent, her delicate body trembling, barely able to stand—yet she dared not lower her leg.
Rudius was a little surprised.
So she was this timid?
She’d been so bold threatening me just now.
Now the tables have turned.
Emma’s voice was cold and venomous.
“You dare treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll retaliate?”
“Of course I’m afraid,” Rudius admitted.
“But if I don’t do this, will you let me go? Since you won’t, why shouldn’t I play the rogue?”
Emma opened her mouth to speak, but the sudden contact made her forget everything she’d wanted to say.
Her face flushed crimson as she glared at him.
“Quite elastic,” Rudius remarked, as if completely oblivious to her murderous gaze.
“Don’t move, or you know what will happen.”
He moved his hand upward.
“No—” Emma cried out in panic, instinctively lowering her highly-raised leg.
Rudius’s expression hardened.
“Who told you to put your leg down? Kneel.”
Emma’s eyes blazed with fury.
“Kneel down for me. Immediately.” His finger hovered over the phone screen.
Emma’s face filled with dread.
The thought of that photo circulating among her classmates sent a chill down her spine—a coldness that permeated her entire body.
She gritted her teeth, glaring at Rudius with pure hatred, but her legs trembled as she slowly knelt on the ground, her face twisted with humiliation.
Rudius couldn’t help but feel a surge of vengeful satisfaction.
The arrogant, untouchable beauty who had been so high and mighty just moments ago was now kneeling before him in utter disgrace.
A wicked thought emerged from the depths of his heart.
He deliberately held his phone with one hand, screen facing himself, and brought a finger from his other hand to Emma’s lips.
Despair flickered in Emma’s eyes as she was forced to endure the humiliating act.
Rudius swallowed hard, secretly filming the scene with his phone.
Ring, ring, ring…
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the bell ring.
He silently lamented, What a pity, and ended his actions.
“Ha…” Emma gasped for breath, her face flushed crimson, her eyes dull and lifeless.
Her mouth had actually been defiled by his filthy fingers!
She was shocked, angry, and devastated.
Rudius wiped his finger across her fair face.
Emma froze again.
“You got my finger dirty,” he said with a straight face and a smirk.
“It’s perfectly normal to wipe it clean on your face.”
This was normal?
As Rudius wiped her face, he continued filming her expression with his phone.
Seeing her look of utter humiliation sent a thrill through him—even an urge to thoroughly defile her pristine face.
But this was the principal’s office, after all.
He worried someone might burst in at any moment.
The phone had been recording for several minutes.
Rudius decided it was enough and clicked ‘End.’
He took a step back, putting distance between them.
Although Emma was disheveled, barely able to muster half her strength, he couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t suddenly lash out.
He looked at her, sitting dazed on the ground.
His actions just now had severely humiliated this proud daughter of privilege—but Rudius felt no guilt at all.
She had struck first.
If he hadn’t happened to hold leverage over her, he didn’t know what state he’d be in today.
Shaking his head, Rudius turned to leave—then noticed the surveillance camera in the office.
His gaze shifted to the computer on the desk.
An idea struck him.
He walked to the computer and checked.
Sure enough—surveillance footage.
Everything that had just happened had been captured on camera.
Rudius glanced at Emma, then bent down, operated the computer, cleared all the surveillance footage, and leisurely walked out of the principal’s office.
Emma, who had been watching his every move, felt her expression shift.
Her face turned ashen.
She had specifically arranged for that surveillance to be installed today.
Her original plan had been to force Rudius to kneel and lick her shoes, then use the video footage to threaten him, ensuring he never exposed her secret.
That plan had failed—not only had she not humiliated Rudius, but she’d been severely humiliated in return.
However, the surveillance footage of Rudius humiliating her would have given her the leverage to drag him down with her, if she was ruthless enough to disregard her own reputation.
Now she was completely at his mercy.
Rudius had already returned to the classroom.
The teacher was giving a lecture.
He reported his return and entered.
The teacher didn’t say a word—simply told him in a normal tone to go back to his seat.
After sitting down, Rudius looked at the teacher lecturing on the podium as if nothing had happened, and couldn’t help but marvel at the man’s audacity.
He’d tricked me into going there, and now he’s acting like nothing’s wrong.
Rudius frowned, then forced himself to focus on the class.