Sakuramoria

Futaba nodded in satisfaction – the corruption of adults had penetrated even deeper than she initially thought, although this was generally expected within her worldview; it was simply that the time for other warning signs hadn't yet come. Of course, the degenerate could very well be lying – wasn't that in a demon's nature? For example, the way he conspicuously excluded the headmistress from the list for the second time during their conversation clearly indicated that one couldn't expect absolute truth from him. Nevertheless, knowledge of potential enemies – even if only potential – was still better than complete ignorance.
“I heard you. Fine, I’ll back off for today, but don’t think I’ll just let this go. You’ll regret getting involved with me,” she concluded. “But for now, here’s some personal advice, from one slave to another, not for public ears. Although, I suppose that’s impossible in your case; you probably don’t have any privacy of thought or senses. Never mind. Don’t provoke me into any actions – neither you nor they, and you’ll live in relative peace. And behave decently with others. You’re still a schoolboy, not a forest bandit.”
She leaves.

He’s the one who kidnapped you from your room.

Varya? Why did you need me?