What is she doing here?
Isn’t this the security room?
Irene almost instinctively took a few steps back.
But quickly she calmed down and reacted.
Whitney couldn’t have come here for anything good.
At this moment, she was clutching a whole pack of cigarettes in her hand.
Even though she held it behind her back, it wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened.
Irene let out a breath of relief.
So she was here to retrieve her confiscated cigarettes.
“Hmph… don’t think I don’t know what you’re here for, same to you…”
Irene snorted coldly.
Just as she was about to say something, Whitney suddenly curled her lips into a wicked smile.
She touched her lip piercing.
She pulled out her phone.
With unexpected speed—snap—she took a picture.
W-what are you doing!
“Let’s not talk about meaningless things.
I’ll just keep this photo as a side dish for tonight.”
Irene panicked.
She didn’t even know what to cover first—her face, or her swimsuit-clad body that clung so tightly it was slightly see-through.
Damn it, this girl was a real menace.
There was a very high chance she wasn’t joking.
“G-give it to me!”
At this point, Irene gritted her teeth.
The cameras were down, so maybe she should just beat her up.
Even though Whitney had reminded her about her sister acting strange, Irene hadn’t forgotten their previous grudges.
This absolutely couldn’t be allowed to leak.
Otherwise… it might end up turning into a very dangerous coercion NTR scenario.
“Don’t, kitty.
I said I’d make you suffer worse than death, but that was just angry words.
However, with your performance today, I may only be able to ‘do’ you in my head.
Surely you won’t even deny me that little indulgence?
I won’t send it out—just for myself.”
Whitney only raised her phone slightly.
But Irene, standing on tiptoe, still couldn’t reach it.
Yet as Whitney watched Irene’s expression turn closer to how she looked when she attacked before, she too stepped back a few paces.
“Besides, what you just did was delete the surveillance, wasn’t it?
Compared to me retrieving my own things, it’s clear your action was much worse.”
When it came to fighting, Irene wasn’t confident at all she could win against her.
Tall, strong Whitney was obviously no pushover.
Gritting her teeth, Irene could only acknowledge it.
But if this photo ever came out… that was no joke.
“What do you actually want…”
Frowning, Irene spoke in a low voice.
What a hassle, running into something this disgusting…
“Very simple.
Add me in.”
Whitney just smiled.
She leaned against the doorway and directly blocked Irene’s path.
She spoke lazily.
“…and then you’ll threaten me with it, right?”
Irene sneered coldly.
Did she really think she was that stupid?
“You don’t trust me?
Hmm, fair.
If you did, you’d really be an idiot.
But I think there are ways I can prove myself—for example… right now.”
Whitney’s gaze suddenly froze.
She narrowed her eyes to look outside.
“Who!
Who’s in the security room!?”
It was an angry voice.
Clearly, during the commotion, the sound of the bolt smashing the surveillance camera had drawn attention.
“Move!”
Irene gritted her teeth.
If she got caught here, she could end up in prison.
And once she was in… that would be the end of her.
Mercenaries in there were quick to act.
“Too late, they’re already at the door.”
Whitney, however, remained perfectly calm.
She lit a cigarette with poise.
She took a deep drag.
She exhaled slowly.
Smoke curled around her eyes under purple eye shadow, gleaming with mischief.
“You bastard…”
Irene bared her teeth, wishing she could bite her to death right there.
The security guard’s heavy footsteps and furious questions were already right outside.
“Shh, don’t speak.
Crawl in.”
Whitney’s voice dropped dangerously low, carrying a commanding tone that brooked no refusal.
With fingers holding the cigarette, she lightning-fast pointed under the security desk.
“What?”
Irene was shocked.
Hiding there?
That would basically put her lying on Whitney’s lap…
“Stand there if you want to be caught red-handed!”
Whitney’s voice carried a hint of urgency.
Though her face was still calm and composed.
“Trust me once!
Hurry!”
At the very moment the doorknob turned, Whitney bit down on her cigarette.
With an exaggerated arrogance, she plopped heavily into the wide chair behind the security desk.
She even kicked up her purple high heels onto the cluttered table.
Meanwhile, Irene had no choice.
Survival instinct overwhelmed her suspicion of Whitney.
Sliding across the cold floor, she squeezed into the narrow, dark corner beneath the desk.
Her back pressed to the icy wall.
Her body draped over Whitney’s thighs.
A mix of perfume and tobacco stung her nose.
Whitney, of course, wasn’t behaving.
She clamped Irene’s face tightly between her legs, making it hard to breathe.
But Irene had no choice but to endure.
Bang!
The door burst open.
“Who the hell is… huh?”
The guard who rushed in was a burly, middle-aged man with a furious face.
But he froze on the spot.
Instead of a thief or vandal, he only saw the notorious problem student, Whitney.
She was sitting with a cigarette in her mouth, sprawled casually in the guard’s chair.
Her feet were arrogantly propped on the desk.
“Well, well, uncle.
Back from patrol?”
Whitney lazily blew a smoke ring.
Her tone was dripping with insolence.
“Borrowing a light—oh wait, a seat.
Don’t mind, do you?”
She even threw in a flirtatious wink.
“Whitney!
Who allowed you in here?!
Who said you could smoke here?!
Get your feet down!”
The guard clearly wasn’t buying her act.
His face flushed red with anger.
He pointed at her as he shouted.
“And another thing!
What’s this?!
Why is the surveillance camera broken?!
Was it you?!”
Under the desk, Irene held her breath.
Her heart was racing up her throat…
“Huh?
Camera?”
Whitney exaggeratedly turned her head toward the ceiling.
She acted dramatically.
“Oh, it’s broken?
I saw it like this when I came in.
I figured you guys were just too lazy to fix it.”
She shrugged, feigning innocence and disdain.
“As for smoking… Uncle, no need to blow up.
This place is stuffy and boring.
What’s wrong with a cigarette to stay awake?
It’s better than some people sneaking off for a drink while on duty, right?”
Her eyes flicked meaningfully at the half-filled flask on his belt.
The guard’s face turned pale, then red.
Fury rose as his weak spot was hit.
“Don’t you change the subject!
If it wasn’t you, why sneak into the security room?!”
He strode forward to grab her arm.
“What do you think?”
Whitney suddenly stood.
The chair screeched back across the floor.
Tall as she was, she loomed over the guard.
She met his gaze without fear.
She even flicked ash onto the floor.
“I came to get back what you confiscated!
This pack of cigarettes was supposed to be held three days, wasn’t it?
It’s been five.
Of course I came to take it back.
Then I find the camera already broken—so maybe it was you guys who smashed it and now want to pin it on me?”
She raised her voice as she spoke.
She deliberately blocked the cabinet of confiscated items—and Irene’s hiding place—with her body.
“Nonsense!
You think students can just walk into the security room?
Confiscated items are returned when the time comes!”
The guard reached to grab her again.
“Get out!
And about the surveillance being destroyed, this isn’t over!
Come with me to the principal’s office!”
“Fine, let’s go!
Who’s scared of that?!”
Whitney looked like she didn’t care.
She even strode toward the door herself.
“Perfect!
Let’s have the principal judge.
You guards confiscate things and never return them.
You sneak off drinking on duty.
And now you want to frame students for broken cameras!
Oh, and should I mention the time I saw you in the storage room watching the girls’ changing—”
“Enough!”
A flicker of panic crossed the guard’s face.
He cut her off roughly.
“Shut up!
Get out!
Right now!”
Whitney lifted her chin proudly.
A cigarette dangled from her lips.
She strolled toward the door.
At the last second, she turned back.
She waved her phone.
She smirked.
“Oh, and don’t forget—I still have dirt on you.”
“Get out!”
The guard practically roared.
He drove her out before slamming the door shut.
Outside, muffled voices could be heard.
He was already calling in on the communicator in a fluster.
“…Yes, the camera’s down.
Didn’t see anyone.
Must’ve been an equipment malfunction.”
Inside, under the desk, Irene curled up.
Her body was damp and covered in dust.
She heard the sound of the door locking.
She heard the guard’s footsteps moving toward the other equipment.
Those few minutes had felt like an eternity.
Above her, Whitney’s high heels clicked further and further away.
The danger had passed—for now.
But Irene’s heart sank even lower.
Whitney hadn’t just covered for her.
She had taken the biggest suspicion onto herself.
What exactly did she want?
No matter what, the price for this favor would surely be enormous.