Feng Yiman's eyes flickered towards him. "And how do you propose I do that?"  She had a sneaking suspicion she was walking into a trap.

"Nothing much, just buy me dinner," Chen Yu offered, suggesting a seemingly safe option.

Not as bad as she'd feared.  "Sure," she agreed. "How about this Saturday?" After the incident in gym class, she did owe him.

Chen Yu considered for a moment. "Wednesday. After school."

"Fine, but not too late."

And so, the thank-you dinner was settled.  Chen Yu had discovered that having Feng Yiman as his deskmate made class almost bearable.  It was no longer an endless cycle of phone games and naps. Although, since she mostly studied and ignored him, he often resorted to his old habits, sometimes even borrowing her phone when his own died. He'd taken to carrying it around so much that it was practically his now; he'd even registered his fingerprint on it.

That evening, Feng Yiman returned to her room after a shower, ready for bed.  Her mother reminded her, "Don't stay up late on your phone. You have school tomorrow."

"I know!"  Her life was generally organized and disciplined. She was actually quite outgoing, but the new environment had made her a little reserved. So far, Chen Yu was her only friend, even if he could be annoying.

She climbed into bed, intending to scroll through her phone before sleeping, when a WeChat message popped up from Chen Yu.

[Asleep yet?]

[Not yet.]

[There are a few pictures I took today on your phone. Send them to me.]

[Okay.]

She opened her photo album, only to be met with a barrage of images. Zooming in on a few, she froze, her phone suddenly feeling like a toxic object.  The pictures were of exposed male g3nitalia, seemingly taken in the gym locker room. The subject's face wasn't visible, but judging by the discarded pants, it was Chen Yu. Tan skin, long legs, his hand gripping his er3ct p3nis. There were close-ups too, highlighting the veins, the purplish-red tip... and even shots of a slightly parted mouth, seemingly drooling.

This pervert! He'd used her phone to take n4ked pictures of himself!  What was wrong with him?

Her phone buzzed incessantly in her hand. It had to be him.  With a grimace, she bypassed the photo album and opened WeChat.

[So? What do you think? Is daddy's big? [Smirking emoji]]

[You're a p3rvert. I deleted them all.]

[Aw, why? Keep them for later. You know, to enjoy.]

[Enjoy my a$s! You're insane! [Angry emoji]]

[I'd love to enjoy your a$s. Just depends if you'll let me.]

Feng Yiman, though not fully grasping the innuendo, knew it wasn't good.  She ignored him. This p3rvert's brain must be in his pants. He didn't have a single decent thought.

Adolescence is a time of s3xual curiosity, a natural human instinct, regardless of academic prowess. After seeing those pictures, Feng Yiman felt a primal urge stir within her. A voice whispered, look again. Look again. It's so interesting.

The next day, when Chen Yu used her phone, he noticed several of his photos were missing from the recently deleted folder. Then, he discovered a new, locked album.  A smirk played on his lips as he leaned towards his deskmate. "Enjoy the show last night? Did it get you wet?"  He hadn't realized she was so… k1nky.

Feng Yiman jolted, a blush creeping up her neck and ears. Thinking he was referring to the photos he'd sent, she stammered, "I'm not letting you use my phone anymore!" and reached for it.

He lifted it out of her reach. "Nope.  And don't forget you're buying me dinner tonight.”