The chill of the air-conditioned corridor outside the administrative offices couldn't soothe the lingering irritation in my chest after my encounter with Yukie. I knocked on the mahogany door marked 'Headmistress.'
"Come in."
I pushed the door open and saw her.
Ophelia was as captivating as ever. Her long red hair was tied up high, leaving a few strands to frame her sharp, flawless face. As usual, her presence immediately filled the room.
The uniform, which was supposed to be formal, seemed almost designed to torment any man's gaze. The grey and navy fabric hugged her figure perfectly, curving around every contour that should have been concealed, from her slender waist to her ample breasts, which seemed to dare the buttons holding her blouse together.
"You called for me, Headmistress?" I asked.
Ophelia lifted her eyes from the documents on her desk. Those deep, sharp crimson eyes looked at me coldly. "Sit, Socheron."
I sat in the chair opposite her.
