LOGINJoan 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
“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 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
Leon let out a low groan as he threw himself onto the bed the moment his apartment door slid shut behind him. The motorcycle keys he had been holding flew from his fingers and landed somewhere on the table near the bed without grace or ceremony.His whole body ached as if he had wrestled with the d
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?







