Was I embarrassed?
No. Definitely not.
Absolutely not.
Okay, maybe just a little.
But that wasn't the real issue here.
The real issue was—I had no idea how Leona Harper was going to react.
She was a sheltered noble lady from birth, barely exposed to the outside world, let alone everyday life with a stranger… especially one with a Y chromosome.
I snuck a quick glance at her.
She looked completely unbothered, lounging on the top bunk and scrolling through short videos on her phone like any other bored teen.
But I knew better.
That calm, composed exterior? A front. I was sure she was paying attention.
I didn't have proof—just a gut feeling.
And that gut had a decent track record, unfortunately.
Still, I couldn't blame her.
Her mission here was literally to observe male students as closely as possible. That was the whole reason she was cross-dressing her way through the academy.
Contrary to popular belief back in the novel, she didn't hate men.
