“Oh? Meeting another girl in the library in secret, my Prince?”
A familiar, teasing voice sounded behind Wendy’s ear.
“Are you attracting trouble again?”
Wendy’s entire body froze instantly. He turned his head inch by inch.
He saw that Astreia had somehow already appeared behind him, standing there gracefully. On her strikingly beautiful, heroic face was a bright, charming smile, but her emerald star-like eyes held a hint of heart-stopping danger.
‘Although Instructor Tracy was an excellent soldier, she clearly still had room for improvement in keeping secrets.’
Wendy instinctively wanted to crawl away on all fours, but the waves of weakness in his waist made him nearly jump out of his skin, and his movement abruptly halted.
In that moment of hesitation, Astreia closed in like a ghost. Her arm lightly encircled him and pressed him back into the soft sofa, immobilizing him. She grabbed Wendy’s collar.
The Princess Royal leaned down, her perky nose almost touching him. She sniffed lightly, then her star eyes narrowed slightly.
“The scent of lavender… We’ve only been apart for a few hours, and you’ve already taken on another woman’s scent? It seems this morning’s ‘punishment’ wasn’t thorough enough.”
A chill instantly shot from the Prince’s tailbone to the crown of his head.
“I… I need rest!”
Wendy felt numb all over and could only desperately pull out his final shield.
“And then I have to organize the outline of ‘On War’! This is a task personally assigned by Instructor Tracy!”
“Perfect.”
Instead of backing off, Astreia smiled even more happily, her eyes shimmering.
“A tired mind just needs a little ‘stimulation’ to spark inspiration. I’d be happy to personally ‘tutor’ you.”
With that, she casually pulled a book from some shelf. The cover was extremely risqué, depicting a luxuriously dressed woman surrounded by seven exceptionally handsome men like stars around the moon. The title was even more explicit, enough to make anyone blush—The Duchess’s Seven Male Servants.
Wendy’s face instantly turned green.
Astreia gave him no chance to refuse. She sat down next to him, opened the forbidden book, and began reading the blush-inducing lines in a lazy voice that could make any man’s bones go weak.
“The Duchess lazily leaned back on the velvet couch. She crooked her finger, and the most favored male servant understood and knelt down, using his mouth to remove her silk dancing shoes…”
At the same time, a pair of small hands landed on the Prince’s stiff shoulders, kneading them with just the right pressure. This was no massage; this was arson.
Under the aftereffects of Siren’s Embrace, Wendy’s body was still in an extremely sensitive state. Every touch from Astreia, every breath, every shameful word from her mouth made him tremble uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, in the Magic Theory Class classroom.
Laxana sat upright, trying to focus all her attention on the elderly professor’s tedious lecture on “Mana Structure Stability Theory.” But for some reason, she felt something was off all over her body.
Suddenly, a faint tingling sensation came sharply from her shoulders. Then, as if echoing in her ears, Astreia’s teasing laughter, mixed with shameful lines like “Duchess” and “Little Jack,” resounded.
This was the Empathic Link of Thorn Kiss!
Laxana’s cheeks flushed bright red as she suddenly realized what was happening.
‘That Astreia was actually sneaking off to “steal a taste” behind her back while she was in class! And in this way!’
“Our little Shanna should be having the same experience as you now~”
In the Reading Room, Astreia, who was still playing mischief on Wendy’s back, not only didn’t stop but intensified her actions. Her fingers slowly slid down Wendy’s spine, each movement brushing against his most sensitive nerves.
“Mm…”
The Prince couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan. He instinctively wanted to struggle, afraid that the commotion here would attract the attention of the librarian, Xi Ya.
“Shh… Don’t move.”
Astreia pressed close to Wendy’s ear, her breath sweet as orchid, warm air almost drilling into his ear.
“Let’s put on an even better show for that secretly enjoying audience, shall we?”
‘You crazy woman!’
Wendy screamed internally, but his body gradually softened under the continuous stimulation.
A silent war had thus begun. Astreia used soft words and teasing touches to provoke Wendy, while precisely “sharing” this sensory stimulation without reservation through the Empathic Link to Laxana, who was far away in the classroom.
Wendy was caught in the middle, wanting to cry but having no tears. He had to endure both the direct torment on his body and the shame, anger, and palpitations from Laxana fed back through the link.
On the other end, Miss Klein was being driven nearly mad by this sudden double stimulation. She felt as if she were also lying on that sofa, being toyed with by Astreia. Every touch Wendy felt, she could empathize with. She didn’t hear a single word the old professor was saying on the podium. Her mind was filled with Astreia’s detestable laughter and the embarrassing scenes from the book.
Her slender fingers had unknowingly applied too much force, snapping the feather pen in her hand.
“Next, the Duchess’s finger lightly drew a circle on his chest…”
Astreia read a key plot point from the book, and at the same time, her finger slowly drew a circle on Wendy’s chest.
Boom!
Laxana could no longer endure. With a loud slap, she closed the heavy magic book. Under the stunned gazes of the entire class, her face bright red, she abruptly stood up without saying a word and rushed out of the classroom.
‘She was going to kill that shameless bastard!’
In the Reading Room, Astreia seemed to sense something and stopped reading.
“It seems our little Shanna can’t help but come to catch us in the act.”
She looked down at Wendy, who was almost losing consciousness, with a smile.
Bang!
At that moment, the heavy oak door of the Reading Room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The loud sound echoed in the quiet library. Wendy and Astreia turned to look simultaneously.
However, the person appearing at the door was not the furious Laxana they had expected. It was Instructor Tracy, in full military uniform, her face frosty.
“Astreia Valoran!”
The female instructor glared at the scene before her, murderous intent on her face.
“What are you doing to my student?!”