My wandering gaze caught Erina-senpai's attention sooner than expected. Pausing slightly as she flipped through the reports, she tilted her head downward. Her sharp orange eyes had lost their earlier flustered irritation, replaced by a completely flat and calm tone: "You've been staring at my feet this entire time, haven't you?" Caught red-handed, I awkwardly scratched my head and sheepishly confessed. To my absolute surprise, Erina-senpai didn't blow her top or scold me like before. She merely let out a defeated, helpless sigh, tapping her forehead gently with her black pen as she muttered grumpily: "Good grief... Well, now I finally understand why your eyes always drifted down toward my feet before. Turns out you're a hopeless foot fetishist." Flipping a page of her document, she didn't even look up as she flatly added: "Whatever, look all you want if it pleases you—it's not like anyone else is around anyway. But you better listen closely: you are absolutely not allowed to let this interfere with today's work. If those reports aren't on my desk by the end of the day, you're dead meat, understood?"