LOGINAh, right. Jiyya was right. Why had she made the situation even more complicated? Why was she still able to remember that dark period so clearly? Jiyya felt embarrassed by the way she had behaved back then. As a result, she grew flustered and slightly panicked.Sir Joan chuckled again. “Jiyya always looks cute when she panics,” he said lightly.Jiyya cleared her throat and straightened her head, then finally found the courage to push the man’s shoulder away from her.“Is that supposed to be comforting for you? Sir Joan seems to be in a pretty good mood now.”“I suppose so.” The man nodded. “It would be better if you became my empress.”Jiyya gasped. The thought had never crossed her mind at all, or perhaps the sheer absurdity of the way he had said it caught her completely off guard. Was he trying to turn this into some kind of drama?“I’m not suited for a role like that,” Jiyya said softly as she slowly began stepping out of the young lecturer’s car. She had only just remembered some
“Why are you treating me like this, Sir Joan?”After deciding that the silence was only making the atmosphere between them more awkward, Jiyya finally spoke.“Like what?”“Like carrying me and taking me home.”“Just think of it as me being kind to a beautiful student who’s heartbroken.”“I’m not heartbroken.” Jiyya muttered the words, though her expression would have been impossible to read if Sir Joan could see her face right now. “And I... I’m sorry,” she murmured.Sir Joan did not respond immediately.“For what?” After considering his words for a moment, Jiyya finally heard his voice, slightly lower and softer than before. Perhaps he was trying not to say anything that might hurt her, or use a tone that could offend her.Jiyya’s lips parted slightly before she answered him. “For the way I acted earlier. I know I was being foolish for missing him.”Truthfully, hearing Jiyya admit it for the second time made Joan’s heart ache. He did not like the feeling. But he could not run from th
Joan leaned back slightly. He had no intention of wasting a single moment of this. He wanted Jiyya completely. He wanted to see every expression that crossed her face as she responded to what he was doing below. The instant he caught the exhausted, utterly surrendered look on her face, he couldn't stop himself from capturing her lips once more, muffling the soft gasps that escaped because of him.At least this way, no one else would hear Jiyya's voice. It was a shame, really, because her breathless moans had already become his favorite sound. But Joan had no desire to let anyone else hear them.Their tongues tangled together, slow and searching. Even though he tried to silence her with the kiss, he still couldn't contain the helpless sounds that slipped between their lips. Jiyya eventually broke the kiss and reached for Joan's shoulder as he continued what he was doing below. Her legs trembled, barely able to keep her standing. Joan could also feel his hand growing slick with moisture
Jiyya's footsteps struck the pavement with sharp, angry force as she stormed down the path. Her mood had been completely ruined. She fought desperately to keep the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She hated Sir Joan. More than that, she hated herself for constantly ending up in situations that disgusted her. Why did she feel so foolish? Somehow, she always found herself trapped with Sir Joan. And this time, she hadn't even been able to keep her emotions in check when someone spoke about Bestian that way. It felt as though her fragile heart were being squeezed tighter and tighter until the pain became unbearable.Her fists clenched at her sides, Jiyya shot one last glare of pure resentment over her shoulder at the unfamiliar woman who seemed so close to her professor. The moment she had put some distance between them, she quickened her pace, determined to get as far away from the two of them as possible. Even so, it felt strange to become so overwhelmed by something she didn
Joan took advantage of the brief opening. With one hand, he quietly slipped his fingers between Jiyya's behind his back, lacing them together.Jiyya instantly felt as though her skin had caught fire. Joan's sudden move startled her, but she couldn't react without making things far more complicated if she cried out now. Whatever was happening between her and Sir Joan felt completely inappropriate. She subtly shifted her position, trying to put a little distance between them. The slight movement, however, did not escape the handsome professor's notice."Seeing you here alone with your student is... a little scandalous..." Whether Maria intended it or not, the way she paused there gave the word an oddly suggestive undertone. "...I'd be more inclined to believe you were here with several students. Where are the others?""I have a few students I'm close to. I'll introduce you to them another time, I think. There's Dean, he's this young lady's friend. He's the type who's always full of ener
"What do you think you're doing, Sir Joan?!" Jiyya demanded."Hm?" Without the slightest hint of guilt, Joan tilted his head and looked at Jiyya, who had been trying to pull away and escape from him for the past several moments.At the moment, Sir Joan and Jiyya were walking through campus, bickering with each other every few steps. Strangely enough, no matter what Jiyya tried to do to break free from him, every attempt ended in failure. She had hoped someone would step in and rescue her from this man. Couldn't what Sir Joan was doing be reported as harassment? Jiyya was worried he might drag her somewhere, putting them both in another compromising situation. She had no intention of repeating the mistake that had nearly cost her the principles she'd always held onto as a conservative woman in a world that celebrated open mindedness.Joan, however, was thinking about none of that. He hadn't planned any of this. In fact, he had no particular destination in mind. Truthfully, this was not
Seeing her handsome lecturer so bewildered stirred something deep within Silvana. She could not stop herself from being captivated by what she was witnessing before her eyes. Sir Leon seemed a thousand times more handsome in a situation like this. His disheveled hair and damp lips only added to his
After a long pause spent admiring the handsome face of her favorite lecturer, Silvana finally decided to speak.Leon merely smirked at the confession from the beautiful student standing before him. He already knew, of course. “To be honest, I did know. I was only trying to improve your image, Silva
One of the boys yelped, outrage bubbling up as if he had been wronged. Leon felt not a shred of remorse. If anything, the flash of fear in their eyes fed something dark and deliberate inside him."You should really watch your mouths. The filth you think and spit out in public makes me sick. Got it?
Silvana was no longer certain of the hour, only that midnight had already claimed the sky. Fatigue clung to her like a second skin and her legs felt like soft jelly trembling against the asphalt as she made her way home. Then a sound emerged from the darkness on her right. It resembled heavy breath







