"If you knock, it might alert the people inside and they'll jump out the window."

Hearing the commotion through the door, I couldn't help but laugh.

She was really quite smart.

But I wondered how she'd feel when the door was broken open and she saw her own intimate video projected on the wall.

7

The school had rules against barging into the girls' dorms.

Even the school security guards weren't allowed.

So Mila's suggestion was not accepted.

She stomped her feet anxiously, "I'm a girl. Can I just go in and take a look?"

This...

The guard looked at Owen, seemingly seeking his opinion, "This should be fine, right?"

Before Owen could respond, Mila impatiently rushed toward dorm 302.

To make it easier for her, I had unlocked the door in advance.

With a light push, the door opened.

She was overjoyed and deliberately opened the door wide, wishing the whole school could see.

The next second.

She froze in place, the smug smile on her face slowly fading.

Almost instinctively, she shut the door, afraid others might see.

I stood with my arms crossed, smiling as I watched her panic.

"How do you like the gift I gave you?"

Mila, having locked the door, glared angrily and lunged at me, cursing.

"Violet, I'm going to kill you!"

I easily grabbed her wrist.

"You want to hit me?"

With a brother in the military, I had learned grappling and martial arts techniques countless times.

"Want to fight me?

Naive!"

Mila seemed provoked by my mocking expression, her face contorted.

"I must kill you today!"

She struggled with one hand while raising the other to slap me.

I wasn't afraid at all and just moved my fingers slightly.

"Ouch!"

Her scream, as if she were being slaughtered, echoed throughout the floor.

Not to mention the security guards she had called.

All the other students who were sleeping were also awakened.

Everyone hurriedly put on their clothes and came out to see what was happening.

Meanwhile, the security guards and Owen, who were locked outside, were pounding on the door.

"Open the door quickly!"

The knocking grew louder, and the chatter of other students gradually joined in.

Mila, both angry and anxious, was on the verge of tears.

Those videos are still playing. If her classmates see them, how will she have the face to continue studying?

For the sake of face, she had to stiffen her hair and bow her head.

"What do you want?"

I laughed. "Not much."

"I apologize to you, please turn off the video."