MasukThe 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
When Sir Joan tried again, Jiyya did as her lecturer had asked. She parted her lips just a little, allowing his tongue to brush along her lips and the small opening she had given him.Growing more comfortable with Sir Joan's touch, Jiyya found herself becoming a little braver. She followed his movements, timidly extending her own tongue to meet his, though her motions remained stiff and hesitant. Her effort was met with warm encouragement from Sir Joan. Their tongues met, gently exploring one another.Jiyya shivered at the unfamiliar sensation coursing through her body, especially when his hand slid to her chin as though to steady the moment between them, while his other hand began gliding softly over her skin. The slow, deliberate strokes sent chills running through her body.When his fingers reached her stomach, Jiyya instinctively tensed, even though his touch remained featherlight.As though sensing her anxiety, Sir Joan deepened their kiss, reassuring her without words that he ha
Jiyya shivered at the statement that had been far too blunt coming from the man she respected as one of her lecturers. In truth, she could hardly believe that Sir Joan was revealing more and more of a side of himself he had never shown before, and doing so so boldly in front of her. It was true that they had known each other long before Jiyya decided to continue her studies. Even so, she had never expected that the Sir Joan she had met through Dean would turn out to be a lecturer at her university.Jiyya flinched again when Sir Joan suddenly raised his hand and let it trail gently over her shoulder. "You're completely soaked, Jiyya," he murmured.Strangely, although he was referring to her clothes, Jiyya interpreted his words in an entirely different way. She must have been completely contaminated by Silvana, because her thoughts had wandered somewhere else from a single ambiguous word. "We really need to get you out of these clothes," Sir Joan added.Jiyya could only let out a tiny s
Jiyya hated where her thoughts were going. If Silvana could do something like that so casually, what about her? Silvana naturally enjoyed those kinds of things, while Jiyya didn't.But if something she had thought impossible could happen to her best friend, then didn't that mean it could happen to her too? After all, that kind of thing only required two people and an opportunity, didn't it? Everything else simply followed, with instinct taking over.Meanwhile, Sir Joan was rummaging through his wardrobe. He glanced at Jiyya, who immediately crossed her arms over the front of her body, as though trying to stop him from looking at certain parts of her.Sir Joan merely smiled to himself before pulling out a dress that looked more like a woman's nightgown, with lace decorating the neckline and the hem."I found this in my closet. It's women's clothing, so you can wear it. Go ahead."He laid the dress upside down on the bed. Jiyya's eyes widened when she noticed that the back was completel
For some reason, Jiyya felt as though he had deliberately emphasized that last word. She had no idea why. Instead of dwelling on it, she decided to let the comment pass. Once he stepped inside, she followed after him."Excuse me."The first thing Jiyya noticed about Sir Joan's apartment was the familiar scent of his cologne, a fragrance that had somehow become his signature. The place was neat and well organized, completely contradicting what he had just said. Rows of books were arranged neatly on the shelves. It seemed Sir Joan enjoyed reading, and she liked that because reading happened to be one of her hobbies as well.Then her gaze stopped at a door that had been left wide open. Inside was a bed, making it obvious that it was his bedroom. Oh no. She had just peeked into her lecturer's bedroom."Um... may I use your bathroom, Sir?" Jiyya asked softly, her voice filled with embarrassment. She felt uncomfortable in her damp clothes, so she thought she might at least dry them off in 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
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







