Masuk“Would you like something to drink, Sir Leon?”
“Huh? Ah… no need. But if you want one for yourself, go ahead. Although it is not necessa–”
Leon froze as soon as he realized the beautiful student beside him had already slipped away toward the vending machine in the campus cafeteria. Their session today was held outside the classroom. Leon and Jarvis both turned to watch Silvana, eyebrows raised in unison.
“Tch…” Jarvis was the first to react. The young man wrinkled his nose and shook his head as they observed Silvana bowing toward the machine. Her hips tilted back slightly as she pressed the buttons. A clear provocation meant to draw the attention of every male in a ten meter radius. Silvana had always known the silent language of her own body and how to wield it.
Leon quickly averted his gaze though any healthy man would have called the sight a blessing served freely by fate. Yet apparently the sky was safer to stare at than the shapely backside of a student under his guidance.
Her behavior had been strange around him since several semesters ago and today it reached new heights. Leon felt sure the source of this nonsense was the young man beside him. Jarvis was gifted the sort of prodigy everyone whispered about on campus. Bright, promising, handsome enough. Leon could understand why Silvana might act like this around him.
What confused him was why she needed to throw that bait while Leon himself was still sitting there. Silvana was usually blunt and straightforward when it came to her personal interests. Was it because she and Jarvis had known each other so long that she feared ruining whatever existed between them? If so, that was the dullest story ever told in the chronicles of love.
Silvana swayed her hips as she walked back and Leon shifted his eyes toward Jarvis instead.
“Jarvis, do you know what is going on with Silvana?”
Jarvis only grumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Silvana is just Silvana. Complicated. Forget about it.”
Leon exhaled and shook his head at his favorite student. He stole another discreet look toward Silvana. The girl was wearing an outrageously tight skirt that barely qualified as decent. Her pale thighs were left exposed for every hungry pair of eyes on campus. Did she not feel the slightest fear?
“But she has been acting strange for a while now,” Leon murmured. He glanced at Jarvis again. “Do you not think you should do something about it?”
Jarvis’ brows drew together at the question. He stared at Leon for a long moment with a bewildered expression. “What?”
“Well, I know you two have been friends for years. From what I heard you are childhood friends. Sometimes friendship is just the stepping stone before a relationship begins. You know how it is”
“Sir Leon, she is not doing that stupid show for me,” Jarvis cut him off. He clicked his tongue again. “I hate to say this, but even though you are older and supposedly more experienced, how are you still so blind to something this obvious?”
Leon was genuinely bewildered now. What was wrong with the youth of this generation? They moved with too much knowledge, too many secrets folded between their words and glances. It made him oddly curious about whatever existed between these two students of his that he had clearly missed.
“Where is the other one?” he asked instead, choosing to change the subject entirely. If he lingered on the previous topic, he would only drown in confusion.
“She didn’t come. She said she wasn’t feeling well,” answered a feminine voice from Silvana, who had somehow materialized at his side again. She set three canned drinks onto the table then sat down right beside him, looping her arm casually around his. She offered him a small, feline smile as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Jarvis could only shake his head at the display. Sometimes he truly could not comprehend his childhood friend’s behavior at all. Even her blatant attempts to lure the professor were met with polite indifference. Sir Leon was utterly oblivious.
The truth was that Silvana’s interest in Leon was not exactly breaking news to Jarvis. She had confessed it to him back in her very first semester. She had said plainly that she liked a handsome, charismatic young professor. Jarvis knew Silvana’s nature well she would chase her target until victory or exhaustion struck. By now, who knew how long she had been struggling against this fascination of hers? Apparently, she had not given up.
Look at her now staring at Leon with admiration so rich it could be poured from a cup. Eyes sharp, hungry, and eager to be consumed and to consume in return. The adult man beside her remained unaware while she continued to maneuver closer, unveiling her intentions inch by inch. Jarvis considered it mildly distasteful but not enough for him to care. It was not his circus nor his war. Whether his professor would ever catch the signal was another story entirely.
And Silvana did not stand alone in that battlefield. There was Ms. Kelly a name often whispered around campus. Rumor had it she was frequently seen entering and leaving Leon’s apartment. And she was not the only one. Jarvis smirked to himself. His professor was a bastard when it came to matters like this.
“Silvana!” called a voice that pulled the attention of all three. A girl approached them briskly. It was Jiyya.
“Hey. What’s up? You done with class?”
Jiyya did not answer. Her eyes locked instead onto Silvana’s arm still wrapped in a leisurely coil around Leon’s. ‘Dear God my friend was born to be a bad bitch,’ she thought with quiet despair. The short-haired girl shifted her gaze to Leon.
“Hello, Jiyya,” he greeted, earning a polite nod and a sweet, practiced smile.
Silvana eyed her friend suspiciously. Something was clearly wrong and Silvana was not the type to ignore signals when someone she cared about was in need.
“Jiyya, do you need to talk to me about something private?” Silvana asked, assuming control of the situation with her usual precision. Jiyya looked slightly relieved at being understood so quickly.
“Yes. But it looks like you’re busy. Maybe another time.”
“Hey please I am never too busy when it comes to you.” Silvana replied lightly, flashing an innocent smile at her friend before turning her gaze to Jarvis and Leon. “I should go. Try not to miss me too much.”
“We’ll try but no promises,” Leon answered with a broad grin, lifting his hand in a casual wave. Silvana blushed at that grin while Jarvis rolled his eyes so hard they nearly left orbit. He glanced once more at his professor who was still watching Silvana without the faintest trace of comprehension. Was the man truly that oblivious?
“Tch…” was all Jarvis offered before the two girls slipped away.
They walked out of the cafeteria and of course Silvana made certain her hips swayed with dangerous purpose. Jiyya knew exactly who that little performance was meant for. Her brow lifted high.
“There is something wrong with your brain. Walking like that in front of Sir Leon. Do you not feel shame?” Jiyya declared loudly once they were far enough from the table.
“At least I have guts and someone worth showing my sexy walk to with sexy booty.” Silvana retorted with smug satisfaction. “Hey tell me is he still looking at me?”
Jiyya rolled her eyes but still obeyed the ridiculous question, stealing a look over her shoulder toward Leon. “I have no idea.”
Silvana groaned. “God what is wrong with that man? Is he really made of stone? Does he not see all the effort I am putting in?”
“Will you stop acting like that? You are embarrassing me!” Jiyya hissed.
“Impossible.” Silvana flicked her hair with theatrical pride as they moved toward the campus garden.
“You really are a menace.”
“I am simply a woman who knows what I wants, my dear Jiyya.”
"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
“The love stories in novels get boring after a while, don't they? What do you think?" Jiyya lifted her head, her shoulder length black hair falling neatly around her face, and looked over at the young man who seemed on the verge of dying from boredom. Meanwhile, she remained occupied with her laptop, handling something too important to leave unfinished. But the noisy guy beside her clearly wanted more of her attention. At the very least, he wanted a response to the question he'd asked moments ago.Jiyya cleared her throat before speaking. She had skipped class today because she didn't want to run into Sir Joan. She'd thought she'd have the house to herself, but that hadn't happened. Instead, she'd been visited by an uninvited guest. Dean. He had shown up out of nowhere, knocking on her front door with a bright grin, carrying a bag filled with fried chicken, fries, and a few cans of soda.At first, Jiyya had wanted to send him away and tell him she wasn't in the mood to be bothered. Bu
“Take your hand off the door, Sir. I need to change,” she said curtly, leaving Joan even more bewildered by her behavior.“Why do you have to do it in there? You can just change out here.”That only deepened the displeasure on Jiyya's face. “Please stop being so stubborn. Just let me do what I want!”When he realized her voice was beginning to rise, Joan finally let go of the door and stepped aside, allowing her to go in. A moment later, he heard the bathroom door lock from the inside. There was nothing he could do now. He had always known how to win women over, but Jiyya might be the one exception among every woman he had ever met. None of the words he used to lighten the mood seemed to have any effect on her.As for Jiyya, the moment she managed to shut the bathroom door, her body slid helplessly against it. What was she supposed to do now? People were right. Regret always came too late. She had managed to protect her virginity. Even so... they had crossed a line far beyond what she
This morning, Jiyya woke up somewhere other than her own home. She opened her eyes wrapped in a blanket, wearing an oversized long sleeved T-shirt that she distinctly remembered Sir Joan had been wearing the day before. And then there was the firm arm around her waist, reminding her of everything that had happened here. It didn't take long for her to realize this wasn't her bedroom. As her memories slowly came back into focus, she finally understood exactly where she was.She'd spent the night at Sir Joan's apartment. And they had... Oh, God.Jiyya hurried to slip out of bed, but Sir Joan's arm held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move. This was bad. Very bad. It became even worse when she noticed the clock on the bedroom wall. It was already well into the morning, the time when classes at the university had begun. Every favorable assumption she'd ever made about the man instantly crumbled. A suspicion suddenly crossed her mind. Maybe this was why he was always late for his
"That's perfectly normal, Jiyya," Sir Joan said. "Do you want to clean yourself up? I'm sorry for coming into the bathroom without asking. I heard you scream and thought something had happened. This is completely normal, Jiyya. That's what you need to know."Jiyya ignored both his question and his reassurance as another realization suddenly struck her. Mortification spread across her face. "Sir Joan... did I get your bed wet too?" she asked. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! I'll wash the sheets." A second later, panic took over.Sir Joan shook his head. "Jiyya, it's okay. I'll take care of it."But Jiyya refused to listen. She had become completely consumed by her own anxiety. She genuinely didn't know what she should be thinking or what she was supposed to do. Her mind was far too scattered to think calmly. "Oh my God! Does that mean I really made your bed dirty? I'll pay for everything, Sir Joan.""Jiyya... please listen to me first. You don't have to...""Oh, this is so embarrassing." She bur
The room fell abruptly silent. Jiyya had the unsettling feeling that the joke she'd made had been taken seriously. She hurried to correct herself before things spiraled any further."I was just kidding, Sir. Please don't take what I said seriously."Even as she said it, Jiyya could barely believe what had happened to her. Silvana would probably be the first person to tell her she was the luckiest girl alive if she ever found out. And this wasn't a dream. Jiyya wasn't drunk, either. She was completely sober, yet she still couldn't believe Sir Joan had actually kissed and caressed her. It was the craziest experience she'd ever had in her life.Jiyya was still a virgin, but the man had introduced her to a kind of pleasure she could never have discovered on her own. Sir Joan, the man she respected, admired, and looked up to, had just touched her body. And honestly, she'd liked it."The problem is, that's exactly how I think whenever it comes to anything involving you, Jiyya."The moment t
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
The young man practically jolted at how brazenly Silvana treated him. He had heard whispers before, tales of how wild she could become once the sheets were involved, and those rumors had lingered in the back of his mind with a mix of intrigue and caution. Yet facing the reality of it now, he found
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?







