While the Chairwoman was busy scheming how to manipulate Paimon, Aika was tearing apart her dorm room. More specifically, her wardrobe.

Rattle. Shuffle.

“What should I wear? A swimsuit that’ll make my disciple lose control and confess…”

She rummaged through her wardrobe with one purpose: to find the perfect swimsuit.

The Chairwoman’s reward—a massage from Yujin himself—required wearing a swimsuit. To Aika, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seduce her awkward disciple. Perhaps even her last chance.

Gulp.

“His little friends… No, those sly foxes! They’re clearly after my disciple, aren’t they?”

The earlier scene replayed in her mind: Yujin …