Emma didn’t return to the classroom until after school in the evening.
The teacher turned a blind eye to this as well.
Rudius grew increasingly wary.
Emma’s background seemed far more complicated than he’d assumed.
Though he held leverage over her, his position was precarious—like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
No matter how strong its arms, the outcome was inevitable.
He could only hope she was too shocked to react quickly, giving him enough time to formulate a countermeasure.
Given her timid behavior that morning, she probably wouldn’t muster the courage to trouble him again for a while.
But Rudius wasn’t one to sit idly by.
He glanced at the items in the exchange interface.
If he was lucky enough to get a top-tier skill, he wouldn’t have to worry about Emma’s revenge.
But even the best item required points—and Scumbag Points were the key.
His eyes flickered, then landed on Jasmine, who was quickly walking out of the classroom.
Jasmine seemed to sense his gaze and quickened her pace, disappearing from sight.
Rudius slowly rose and followed her.
Jasmine ran downstairs in one breath, nervously glancing back to see if he’d followed.
When she confirmed he hadn’t, she let out a sigh of relief—but she still didn’t feel safe.
She blended into the crowd of students heading home.
With so many people around, even a pervert like him wouldn’t dare to try anything, right?
Her home was about a ten-minute walk from school.
She remembered that some girls in her class lived in the same direction.
She found them and walked home together.
But she seemed to have overthought things.
She didn’t see Rudius appear until she reached the outside of her residential complex.
Jasmine breathed another sigh of relief and waved gratefully to her classmates.
“I’m home. See you all tomorrow.”
After saying goodbye, Jasmine walked happily into the complex.
Her home was in Building 3, Apartment 504—right out of the elevator.
Looking at her house number, Jasmine showed a relieved smile.
She could even smell the aroma of food wafting from inside and hear her mother’s nagging voice drifting through the door.
In the past, she’d found her mother annoying.
But at this moment, she felt incredibly safe.
Home was her haven.
At the same time, a voice that had haunted her nightmares last night sounded from behind her, laced with playful amusement.
“Jasmine, what a coincidence. We meet again.”
Jasmine stiffened.
She turned to look at Rudius in horror.
“You followed me?”
“How can this be considered following? I arrived here a step before you, Jasmine.”
Rudius feigned injustice.
Jasmine’s home wasn’t exactly a secret—many boys in school who had crushes on her knew where she lived, apparently having found out from some girl.
Rudius happened to know it too.
Looking at Jasmine, who was glaring at him with pure hatred, Rudius felt this place wasn’t safe.
“Let’s go. We’re going on a date.”
Jasmine’s pretty face turned pale.
“Who wants to go on a date with a pervert like you!”
Remembering what he’d done to her last night, the girl couldn’t control her emotions.
He’d actually pressed his face against her—
Rudius smiled.
“If you don’t go on a date with me, then I’ll just have to go home with you instead. I wonder what Auntie’s expression will be when she sees the video of you rummaging through your classmate’s backpack.”
His tone was laced with subtle menace.
Jasmine’s face changed.
This guy actually wanted to show the video to her mother?
How could he!
Thinking of her mother’s disappointed look after seeing that footage, Jasmine felt a surge of anxiety.
She absolutely couldn’t let that happen—but she also didn’t want to go on a date with Rudius.
He’d definitely try every means to take advantage of her again.
What should she do?
The girl pursed her lips, struggling internally.
Rudius didn’t have time to argue with her.
This was, after all, Jasmine’s doorstep—and it was also dismissal time.
If her neighbors or even her parents came out and saw them, he’d be in serious trouble.
Suddenly, a new route prompt appeared in his vision.
“Option One: Only a door separates her from home. At this moment, the girl yearns to open it and return to her mother’s side—but you, evil one, forcefully compel her to follow you.”
“Option Two: Snatch the key from the girl, open her door, rush inside, and shout to her parents: ‘I really like your daughter!'”
Rudius unhesitatingly chose Option One.
Option Two was far too dangerous—the only likely outcome was him getting his legs broken by Jasmine’s parents.
He suddenly pressed his hands against Jasmine’s shoulders, pushing her back a step until her back hit the door.
Before she could react, he placed one hand on the door beside her head—a classic kabedon.
Rudius had her pinned against her own doorstep.
Because they were so close, he could feel his chest pressing against two soft, yielding mounds.
The soft sensation was unmistakable even through their clothes.
Jasmine was caught completely off guard.
Now, with his face so close to hers and her chest pressed out of shape against his, she felt both a prickling tingling and a frightening warmth.
Her heart pounded wildly.
“What—what are you doing?!” she hissed in shame and anger.
She nervously glanced around, not daring to speak too loudly, terrified her mother or neighbors might overhear.
Rudius looked at the blushing girl before him.
Her eyes fluttered nervously, her long eyelashes forming graceful curves, inexplicably exuding a captivating allure.
His throat bobbed.
He smiled.
“If you don’t agree to go on a date with me, then I’ll just have to ring the doorbell and call your family out. I wonder what their expressions will be when they see us like this.”
Jasmine immediately tensed.
“You can’t do that!”
“I’m going to!” With that, Rudius unhesitatingly pressed the doorbell.
From inside, they heard the chime echo through the apartment.
“Who is it? Is that Jass? Did you forget your key today?”
Her mother’s voice called out from inside, accompanied by approaching footsteps.
Jasmine snapped back to reality.
She no longer cared that Rudius was pressed too close—she grabbed his clothes with both hands, her voice desperate.
“I agree! Hurry—take me away!”
Seeing this, Rudius dared not linger.
He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her away from her doorstep.
They’d just rounded the corner when they heard the sound of the door opening behind them.
Jasmine’s mother opened the door and saw no one outside.
She muttered in confusion, “Why is no one here? Was it the neighbor’s kids playing a prank? Honestly…”
She grumbled and closed the door.
Jasmine, hiding around the corner, had instinctively raised her hand, her mouth opening as if to call out.
When she heard the door close, her eyes dimmed.