Chapter 230
Spreading her legs wide while hugging her knees, she seemed thrilled by the act of being fingered in a space where any student or professor could walk in. Wetting the entire palm of his hand, the woman’s overflowing arousal dripped down and pooled on the desk.
The obscene scent of lust, the filthy slapping noises of wet flesh, stained the sacred place of learning with the color of depravity.
“Ungh…!”
Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers at her climax. With this amount of tightness, he knew her body would feel incredible when he thrust his p***s into her.
And even while trembling from pleasure, she held her posture perfectly.
She even satisfied the faint sadistic streak he had never once shown to Vivian.
So why?
As Dantère stirred inside her slowly to prolong her o****m, he sensed something was wrong with himself.
Normally, he would have already undone his pants and thrust his c**k into the hot, trembling place that clenched so pitifully with o****m.
There was nothing as enjoyable as pounding hard into a woman in the throes of climax, breaking her down with pleasure until she collapsed.
Yes, that was how it should have been.
That was precisely why he split off from Lionel’s group, wandered alone, and easily lured a woman into spreading her legs as usual.
Now all that was left was to enjoy himself, so why?
Why on earth did he feel no desire to unbuckle his belt?
The lust that should have heated his entire body instead felt as though it were cooling.
‘Is it exhaustion?’
But last night, Dantère had slept sprawled out alone on a soft bed for the first time in a very long while.
The fatigue from several days of travel had fully faded, and he had been restless enough to leave the hotel.
Yet he had no explanation except this.
‘I should just wrap this up halfway and go.’
For once, Ardin and Halid were absent. It was a chance to play with Vivian alone.
He could try all the things he had not been able to because of those annoying interlopers.
He was pulling his hand away from the woman’s lower body to finish things cleanly when it happened.
Outside the window, in the scenery his eyes brushed past, he thought he saw someone very familiar.
‘Vivian?’
The distance was immense.
The classroom Dantère was in was on the second floor, and she appeared as small as a dot.
But Dantère was certain it was Vivian.
“We will stop here. I suddenly remembered something urgent.”
“Huh?”
He hurriedly adjusted the woman’s underwear back into place, then rushed toward the window.
“Upperclassman!”
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and vigorously wiped his hands clean, tossing it aside without another thought.
‘Damn it, the smell is clinging to me. Is there nowhere to wash my hands?’
He didn’t even hear the woman calling from behind.
Dantère threw open the window and jumped without hesitation.
His physical prowess had once gotten his first swordsmanship master killed. From that perspective, this height was nothing.
He sprinted in the direction where he had seen Vivian, and on the way snatched a water bottle from a student drinking in the courtyard, trading it for a gold coin.
After quickly washing his hands, he rinsed his mouth as well, worried the woman’s perfume might have clung to his lips, then scrubbed at them hard.
Only once he had erased every trace of evidence did Dantère stride forward again, and in that moment he felt it once more.
Something…
Something was seriously wrong.
What great sin had he committed that his conscience pricked at him, making him want to hide what he had done from Vivian.
Why, of all people, was he rushing so desperately toward the person he had slept with more than anyone else in his life, again and again, every single day?
Why was his heart pounding so violently, as if it might burst?
“Vivian!”
The woman with her dark blue hair loosely braided turned toward him.
Once he was close enough, it was obvious. She was not particularly happy to see him.
And yet…
A place that had always bored him to death suddenly felt new simply because she existed in it.
Dantère realized he was smiling so broadly his cheeks hurt.
‘Ah, I’m screwed.’
It was the moment he became certain that the carefree life he had lived, taking pleasure as it came, had been utterly ruined by her.
