Sefina’s bedroom was simple yet cozy, the crackling flames in the fireplace casting a warm glow across the walls.
The moment Versie stepped inside, her ice-blue eyes curiously took in her surroundings.
The teacher’s room was furnished modestly—a simple desk, a nightstand stacked with a few books, a clothing rack holding some everyday garments, and that large bed that looked soft and comfortable.
A barely concealed excitement sparkled in Versie’s eyes, like a little fox that had just discovered a treasure.
Sefina pulled out spare pillows and a blanket from the wardrobe, but quickly ran into a practical problem—
The spare blanket was quite thin, and there wasn’t enough to make a proper bed on the floor.
On a winter night, making a guest sleep on the floor with a thin blanket hardly seemed right…
Sefina silently sighed to herself. It seemed she had no choice but to… let this “dangerous one” share the bed with her.
Of course, she mentally warned herself: this black-hearted girl wouldn’t try anything, right?
She turned, fixing Versie with a stern glare, and raised a finger.
“Absolutely no funny business! Or I really will punch you!”
“Got it, teacher.”
Versie’s reply came quick and crisp, her face wearing an innocent, harmless smile. But the little schemes ticking away in her mind were loud and clear:
Agreeing is one thing, doing it is another~~ Once we’re in bed, doesn’t it become her call?
Versie swiftly crawled into the blankets against the wall, wrapping herself up tightly until only her little head peeked out.
Sefina first changed into a conservative set of long-sleeved cotton pajamas, then quickly slipped into the covers as well.
Versie deftly changed into her own silk nightgown, carrying a light, sweet fragrance as she quickly threw back the blanket, slid in, and lay down behind Sefina.
She lay on her side, facing Sefina’s slender back, her ice-blue eyes glimmering in the dim light, her mind racing at full speed—
What should she do next?
Nuzzle her back? That doesn’t seem impactful enough.
What angle would be best to “make her move”?
Wrap an arm around her waist? That seems too direct…
The room was pitch dark, with only the fireplace’s glow providing faint illumination.
Sefina reached out and turned off the magic lamp by the bedside, plunging the room into darkness.
She did feel somewhat drained and needed a good rest.
However, the moment she began to relax—
A warm breath brushed against the back of her neck.
“Teacher~~”
Versie’s syrupy voice sounded right behind her head.
Sefina’s body instinctively tensed up.
“What?”
Sefina shot back in an annoyed tone.
“Um… could I get a little closer to teacher?”
Versie’s voice carried a cautious, tentative tone.
“It feels a bit far away, and the edge of the blanket is letting in a draft. I’m a little cold…”
“No.”
Sefina refused without hesitation, offering a solid reason: “This blanket is fleece-lined and extra thick. If you cover yourself properly, you won’t be cold at all. That excuse of yours is way too flimsy.”
Trying to get close to her with a reason like that?! Not a chance!
Versie pouted in the darkness.
Hmph, teacher’s guard is up pretty high.
If that’s the case, she’d just have to use the same trick again.
First, steal teacher’s wand? Hide it somewhere more secret?
When sleeping, she probably wouldn’t keep the wand in her pajama sleeve.
Not allowed to get close? Then she’d just have to create an opportunity herself!
But after the lesson at the café last time, teacher would definitely hide the wand somewhere more discreet.
Where would the wand be now?
Under the pillow? Or…
While Versie was scheming to herself, Sefina had already steadied her breathing, ready to drift off to sleep.
The prolonged mental tension and physical exhaustion made drowsiness surge in like a tide.
But just as Sefina’s consciousness was about to slip over the edge of slumber—
A familiar, spine-tingling wave of heat erupted without warning from deep within her lower abdomen…
Sefina’s heart skipped a beat, then raced wildly, thumping hard against her ribcage.
She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the restless craving rising from her magic crest through sheer willpower.
But this episode seemed to hit with unusual ferocity, and the levee of her reason teetered dangerously before the surging tide of instinct.
She could clearly feel her cheeks burning hot, her breath becoming ragged and feverish beyond control, and her body temperature climbing…
Damn, this is bad…
Sefina felt a pang of anxiety.
No! Absolutely not here! She couldn’t let Versie find out!
Alarms blared in Sefina’s mind.
She remembered back at the Duke’s estate, when the magic crest had flared up once, this wretched girl had “seized the opportunity.”
What happened afterward made her cheeks flush just thinking about it, burning with shame and indignation.
She absolutely would not repeat that mistake!
Besides, once the magic crest flare reached a certain point, Sefina might not be able to fully suppress those embarrassing sounds.
Setting aside how awkward it would be to handle things in such a cramped space, even if she went to the attached bathroom to take care of it, with how sharp and malicious Versie was, she’d definitely hear every single sound clearly!
She had to move fast—find a way out of the room before she completely lost control.
Or…
But before she could come up with a plan, the next second—
A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, pulling her and the blanket into an embrace.
“Versie, you… let go!”
Sefina’s body went rigid, struggling instinctively, her voice laced with panic and feigned sternness.
But Versie’s arms moved like flexible vines, easily pinning Sefina’s flailing arms before sliding down to precisely grip both of her wrists, binding them together.
The whole process was fluid and swift, clearly premeditated.
Versie’s warm body pressed close from behind, her lips nearly brushing Sefina’s burning red ear.
She lowered her voice, a knowing chuckle threading through her whisper:
“Teacher, you’re having ‘that,’ aren’t you?”
Sefina’s pupils contracted sharply, her heart clenching as if gripped by an icy hand.
She’d noticed way too fast!
Versie’s understanding of Sefina ran deep.
She’d noticed the sudden shift in her teacher’s breathing pattern—suppressed desperately, yet still betraying a hint of irregularity.
That’s when Versie had sensed something was off.
She had a guess, but she wasn’t certain yet.
So she decisively wrapped her arms around Sefina from behind.
Combined with the abnormal rise in body temperature in her arms, and those faint tremors, the answer was practically written in stone…
Teacher’s adorable, beautiful magic crest was acting up again.
“Versie, you… let go now! Don’t make me use force!”
Sefina tried desperately to mask her panic and trembling, attempting to persuade Versie to stop.
But Versie merely let out a soft laugh, leaning in close to Sefina’s earlobe, her warm breath carrying a teasing tone:
“Teacher, in the state you’re in right now, how exactly are you going to fight me off~~”
“You…!”