Sefina’s brain was still in a brief state of shutdown from Ellaria’s suggestion to “read together,” and for a moment, she couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse to refuse without hurting the other’s expectations.
In those few seconds of hesitation, Ellaria took the initiative herself, gently picking up the novel from Sefina’s stiff knees and carefully placing it between their knees, which were pressed together, and opened the first page.
‘…Fine. Let’s just read. After all… reading a novel shouldn’t be a big deal… probably.’
Sefina thought somewhat self-deprecatingly, forcing herself to focus on the pages, trying to ignore the fresh scent of the young girl on her shoulder.
Picking up from the last chapter. The story’s plot had reached a critical point: after an accidental intimate contact with one of her lively female students, the protagonist female teacher fell into great turmoil and self-condemnation.
The protagonist’s inner monologue in the book was full of pain and shame:
“What have I done?! As a teacher, it is my duty to uphold professional ethics. But I… I actually did such… such shameless things to a student! This is depravity! Dereliction of duty!”
Sefina saw this and her eyelid twitched. The phrasing of that inner roar… why did it feel oddly familiar?
She subconsciously recalled her own mental activity after a certain accident… ‘Ahem, stop!’
The protagonist in the book severely criticized herself, but then the writing subtly revealed another voice deep inside her, seeming to harbor a trace of attachment and greed amid the shame… that brief touch, that unfamiliar warmth and palpitation…
And on the “bad student’s” side, it was a different kind of chaos.
She had also acted impulsively due to “force majeure,” and after the fact, her mind went blank and she directly blurted out a series of explosive declarations at the protagonist, such as: “I’ll take responsibility!” “We can get married!” “I’ll be a good wife!”
As a result… she was naturally “escorted” out of the room by the protagonist, who was both embarrassed and angry, using magic.
‘…What the hell?! This plot… this sense of déjà vu… it’s way too strong, isn’t it?’
Almost subconsciously, she glanced toward the back seat. Mia was lying on the small table board, seemingly fast asleep, snoring softly.
‘Impossible… it’s definitely just a coincidence!’ Sefina quickly averted her gaze, shaking her head wildly internally.
‘Novels are all fiction! That accident with Mia was purely a combination of a magic potion and a magic crest; it definitely wasn’t like what’s written in this book!’
‘Besides, the author couldn’t possibly know the specific things that happened between them!’
Ellaria also felt that the plot of the “bad student proposing and being chased out” had a subtle sense of déjà vu, but she just tilted her head slightly and didn’t think much of it.
After all, in various romance or yuri novels, similar “accidental intimacy” plot points weren’t rare. She quickly attributed this familiarity to clichéd plot design.
The two continued reading.
The novel’s focus then shifted to the interaction between the protagonist and another important female student. This student’s personality was completely different from the previous one—she was quiet, reserved, and even somewhat distant.
But due to some tragic past experiences and a history of being carefully protected by the protagonist teacher, she had developed a strong dependence and admiration for the protagonist deep inside.
However, this feeling was carefully hidden behind a mask of perfect manners, manifested in countless eyes that seemed to speak but stop, and just the right amount of concern.
The psychological description of that desire to get close yet fear of overstepping was delicate and heart-wrenching, making readers can’t help but look forward to when she would break that fragile shell of ice.
The book contained many descriptions of the mundane yet warm daily interactions between this student and the protagonist teacher, with a subtle and restrained atmosphere.
However, at the end of the latest chapter, their relationship began to progress—
One night, driven by some factor, the long-suppressed emotions of this always-restrained student finally erupted.
She actively approached the teacher, tentatively at first, then increasingly boldly started to “get handsy” with the teacher…
The following description… suddenly became explicit and heated.
The delicate sensation of skin-to-skin contact, the disordered intertwined breathing, the clumsy yet intense exploration between lips and teeth, the rustling sounds of clothes rubbing…
The author’s skill clearly increased in this part of the description, with a strong sense of imagery, full of aggression and a sense of immorality, making readers blush and their hearts race.
“Ugh—” Ellaria let out a low exclamation, instantly averting her gaze, her cheeks and even her neck flushing a beautiful crimson, too embarrassed to look further.
Sefina also felt her breath catch, her ears burning, and quickly closed the book with somewhat flustered movements.
‘Th-this author… what’s going on?! Earlier it was so subtle and beautiful, then suddenly it…’
‘And for some reason, those intimate details gave her an eerie sense of realism, as if the author herself had experienced it.’
‘Of course, that absurd thought was immediately dismissed.’
‘How could it be! The author must have a vivid imagination, or… or referenced other materials!’
The two fell silent at the same time, neither daring to suggest continuing to read.
The air inside the carriage seemed to have heated up a few degrees, filled with a silent awkwardness and ambiguity.
The rest of the day’s journey passed with occasional small talk and long periods of quiet reading.
***
Time passed quietly. After more than a day’s journey, the capital city of Sarkax was nearly there.
Sefina let out a soft sigh of relief, lifting her head a little from where it had been resting against the window. Her wine-red eyes quietly watched the scenery rapidly receding outside, waiting for the train to pull into the terminal.
The nerves that had been tense for so long relaxed slightly due to the approaching destination.
However, at that very moment—
An extremely familiar burning sensation suddenly surged from deep within her abdomen without any warning!
Sefina’s body instantly trembled slightly, her pupils contracting sharply.
The sensation came violently and intensely; Sefina’s heartbeat uncontrollably raced, pounding against her eardrums.
Her breathing suddenly became rapid and shallow, her cheeks and neck beginning to burn at an alarming rate.
Sefina could clearly feel her skin rapidly turning a shameful red, and even her fingertips started to tingle.
‘It’s over!’ Sefina’s mental alarm bells rang loudly, screaming trouble. ‘Why did the magic crest have to activate at this exact moment?! And on the train, surrounded by people, with her students right there!’
‘Must deal with it immediately! While her reason is still somewhat clear and she can control her actions and magic.’
‘Otherwise…’
‘Once the magic crest’s effect fully erupts and her reason snaps, heaven knows what irreversible things she might do in such an enclosed, crowded space!’
‘Just thinking about that scene filled her with despair.’
Without time to hesitate, Sefina abruptly stood up from her seat, intending to go to the restroom to handle it alone.
Sefina almost stumbled as she hurried toward the restroom at the junction of the carriage, the waves of burning heat from her abdomen frantically assaulting her mental defenses.
‘Faster… faster!’
Finally, Sefina saw the narrow door marking the restroom. Like seeing a lifeline, she immediately reached out to turn the doorknob.
However, just as Sefina’s fingertips were about to touch the handle, the door was pushed open from inside.
A figure came out from inside.
Sefina was caught off guard and collided with the other person.
Soft golden hair brushed across Sefina’s cheek, carrying a familiar elegant fragrance.
Sefina suddenly looked up and met a pair of emerald green eyes that were very close.
It was Ellaria.
She had obviously just used the restroom as well, and still held a small hand towel.
The two of them were in the narrow hallway, their bodies almost pressed together.
At this moment, Sefina could clearly smell the fresh scent from the other, feel the warmth and softness of the other’s body.
And at this moment, her own body was abnormally sensitive and burning hot due to the magic crest’s activation, and she was desperately craving contact.
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