Chapter 238
In the first place, using a space formed by combining three or four rooms required paying a certain amount in donations, and with the enormous sum Lionel had thrown in, he was said to be able to monopolize this place for another ten years without letting anyone else use it.
Lionel himself had never demanded such a thing, but the fact that he also never said it could be cleared out had led to this result.
They said they had only continued cleaning, afraid that something might happen if they tidied things away or threw them out without permission.
As a result, the stationery and books Lionel had used still remained scattered across the desk and shelves, and even inside the wardrobe, spare uniforms he used to wear were hanging densely.
‘Lionel’s uniforms!’
How could I possibly let that pass, when it was the symbol of an academy story?
I begged Lionel to put it on just once, and as always, he granted my request without ever refusing.
However, the sight of Lionel in uniform was completely different from the image I had imagined.
Perhaps because he had trained his body even more after graduating, the uniform was small on him. The shirt buttons he had barely managed to fasten, three or four at most, looked as though they might break free at any moment in search of liberty.
The trousers were no better, the fabric around his thighs seeming ready to split.
And in the midst of all that, Lionel’s manhood, which never failed to cause its owner trouble, was misbehaving again today, leaving him no choice but to keep his waist loosely fastened.
“What a disgraceful state of dress. I will deduct one point.”
Pretending to push up glasses that did not exist, I spoke in the tone of a strict professor.
“…….”
“Oh my goodness. Did you bring a woman into the dormitory. Such a debauched student. Three demerit points!”
I tensed my cheeks in an effort to suppress the corners of my mouth that were trying lift into a smile, but there was nothing I could do about the trembling.
“Hm….”
Lionel, who had been gazing at me steadily, strode closer, and I retreated a step, overwhelmed by his presence.
“Then what about kissing the professor?”
He swept his eyes languidly over my face as he asked.
With that attire and that attitude, he looked exactly like an incorrigible, delinquent student.
As I continued backing away, the edge of the desk bumped lightly against my hips.
Bracing both hands on the desk on either side of me, he bent down to bring his gaze level with mine.
“Will you give me demerits?”
As he said that, he gently rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.
“Even if I were expelled this very moment, I still want to kiss you. What do you think, Professor?”
There was no time to say things like “I’m the professor and you’re the student.”
My lips were already being claimed.
That was how it began.
The shirt buttons, which had already been on the verge of giving way, had all disappeared by then, leaving everything from his chest to his abdomen and the place below completely exposed, nothing left to cover it.
My own state of dress was no better.
The front of my clothes had fallen open, both sides of my chest laid bare, and my underwear hung loosely from one ankle.
Like that, with only my hips resting against the desk, I was taking him in fully.
“Mmm… Lionel….”
As he rolled his hips so that the deepest point inside, the very center of pleasure, was pressed and crushed again and again, I shuddered and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close.
I know it is impossible, given that I am Serenia Solen, but if I could have attended the Academy at the same time as Lionel, what would our relationship have been like?
‘They say Lionel never once lost the top rank.’
Then let me be the second, the one who feels inferior to the first.
‘Add the enemies to lovers dynamic to an academy story, and it becomes perfect.’
…Honestly, second place is a stretch. I would probably have been doing well just to be in the middle, but in imagination, anything is possible.
Trying to immerse myself in the situation, I looked at Lionel while thinking, ‘How annoying, stealing my scholarship when you are already so rich, you detestable top student,’ but the top student I was supposed to despise was far too… handsome.
My sharply upturned eyes softened in an instant, all the tension melting away until a foolish smile spread across my face on its own.
‘Giving up on the ‘enemy’ part quickly.’
Whether the setting was an academy or anywhere else, I was certain that the moment I saw Lionel, I would have fallen for him at first sight and chased after him.
