تسجيل الدخول“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
The girl was on the verge of climax, and Joan knew it all too well. Unfortunately for her, he still wanted to hear more of Jiyya's breathless moans. So he kept her suspended at the very edge. After letting the tension linger for a while, Joan knelt between her legs once again and resumed pleasuring her with his tongue.Frustrated at being denied the release she had nearly reached, Jiyya desperately searched for another source of relief. She tried to bring a hand to her chest, but before she could, Joan caught both of her wrists with his free hands. His grip was so firm that she could not break free."P-please, Sir Joan. I want it... I want it now..." she pleaded between ragged breaths.Jiyya was so overwhelmed with frustration that she was almost in tears. No one had ever toyed with her this mercilessly before. She truly needed it. She needed to let everything go. She needed to reach her climax. Never before had pleasure coursed through her body with such overwhelming intensity. In fa
"You don't have to say everything that crosses your mind, Sir. Besides, I never imagined from the beginning that we would ever—" Jiyya cut herself off the instant Sir Joan's fingers brushed against the last piece of fabric covering her body. It was only for a moment, as though he was simply confirming something.Sir Joan could not help feeling a quiet sense of satisfaction, another achievement to add to the success of his seduction. The young woman had completely surrendered to the pleasure he had awakened. She was unmistakably soaked, her body's honest response to everything he had done.Jiyya felt it too, of course. Especially when Sir Joan held up his damp fingertips for her to see. She immediately covered her face with both hands again. What on earth was he trying to do?"It's not what you think, Sir Joan," she protested softly. "You must think I'm the kind of girl who's dirty and desperate for sex. But that's not true."Sir Joan said nothing in response. Instead, he leaned over h
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?
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







