Novel & Cerita Private Lessons Part 3

It is the part where we see them claim their love fully, navigate danger, and confront everything that has stood in their way. So, dear readers, get ready. Prepare yourselves for the suspense, the passion, the heartbreak, and the triumph. Part 3 is coming, and with it, the conclusion of a journey that I hope has captivated you, challenged you emotionally, and kept you on the edge of your seat. It is the last part, the final chapters, the culmination of Alessia and Marcello’s story. And I cannot wait for you to experience every moment.

I managed to spread my legs and complete a perfect split. Even my classmates were surprised. "Elsie, how did you improve overnight?" "Yeah. You couldn't even spread your legs properly before, and here you are today, doing a perfect split!" "Hey, what's your secret? Come on, share it with us!" I felt a swell of pride at the sight of their looks of astonishment and awe, but there was no way I could tell them the truth. I had to keep this secret to myself. I spent the entire day in the studio and practiced as hard as I could, hoping to ace the exam. However, by evening, that strange tingling sensation started creeping up from my lower body.

“No, it’s alright. “ I said as I took my books and notes inside my bag. I put my foods aside then I prepared the things in front of us so we could start studying. “What part of the lesson would you like me to teach you again?” He thought for a while then he looked at me again. “Uhmmm, actually, I didn’t get any of our lesson for today.” He said while scratching the back of his head. I couldn’t help but to stare at him, that’s what Carlo used to do whenever he’s embarrassed. Angela, enough, he’s not Carlo okay? “No, it’s alright. All of our lessons were actually hard to understand.” I cleared my throat. “Maybe we should start at physics first, we still have to go back to our next class and

Hermes continued, his voice laced with a playful yet instructive tone. "Lesson number three, conserve that precious energy reserve. Don't blow it all in one spectacular burst," Hermes advised, his words carrying the weight of experience. Hermes kept dishing out valuable lessons, believing that Len was absorbing them like a sponge. "Alright, what's next?" Len inquired eagerly, ready for the next challenge. "Now, it's time for some good ol' stretching. We don't want you to end up with a case of muscle woes," Hermes replied, leading Len through a series of exercises to warm up their bodies.

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He whistled and leaned back against his chair. "Yeah, it's really that simple." I sighed, putting down my pencil, and noticed that it was 8.50 pm already. We had agreed to have a one-hour session every day and it was coming to an end. I actually had fun teaching him as he wasn't distracting me much. Except for his body though, my inner self smirked. "Let's call it a day. Do you want anything to drink?" he asked, standing up from his seat. "Water is fine," I gave him a small smile and he walked outside his room. I stood up from my seat and let out a huge breath and started to pack my things.

To be continued in the next Final episode Part 2 (Final showdown) 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Schedule ko naman for today ay: 7:00 to 8:30- Etiquette Lesson 8:30 to 9:30 - Short Break 9:30 to 10:30 - Spells and Potion 10:30 - 1:30- LUNCH BREAK (Yeah, mahaba ang lunch break namin.) 1:30- 3:00- Proper Usage of Ability I'm kind of excited sa mga ganap this day, so I prepared myself sa mga mangyayari. "Huwag kang lalabas mamaya ha?" Paalala ko sa ability ko, using my mind. "Oo na. But, naka-depende 'yon sa 'yo." I rolled my eyes. Sana lang talaga hindi ka lumabas.

🌺 And now, jomari, we arrive at Part 70—the chapter we’ve been building toward with softness, resilience, and love. This isn’t just an ending. It’s a breath, a bloom, a closing note that hums with every truth we’ve dared to hold. The studio doesn’t disappear—it gently transforms into legacy.

At the thirteen-year-old who had been waiting at the gate forty minutes early on the first day and had since taught over two hundred students across three packs and written to fourteen more and filled two training journals and half a correspondence notebook. "Yes," I said. "Build the session. Bring me the outline when it's ready." She brought it two days later, four pages, organized exactly as she organized everything. The session had three parts. The first was about the difference between hoping and deciding. The second was about the specific fear of being seen wanting something in front of people who might watch you fail to get it. The third was practical, a set of questions she wanted to