The night was deep, and only a few faint embers remained glowing in the fireplace.
The bedroom was completely still, with only the sound of interwoven breathing clearly audible. Sefina lay on her side in bed, her back to Versie, her blue long hair scattered messily across the pillow.
She curled up slightly, her wine-red eyes staring blankly into the darkness, her chest still rising and falling gently.
Again this…
She had actually been with her student again…
Intense self-condemnation mixed with overwhelming shame nearly drowned Sefina.
As a teacher, to have crossed boundaries with a student again—even if the magic crest could serve as a “force majeure” excuse, it couldn’t hide her deep awareness of her own failure.
Mia’s time was an accident, Ellaria’s time was a necessity in an emergency, and Kefi this time…
At first, it had been the magic crest suddenly flaring up, but her own resistance during the process…
She truly didn’t deserve to be a teacher.
That thought made Sefina’s chest feel tight.
At that moment, the warm body behind her pressed closer.
Versie’s arm reached around from behind, loosely resting on Sefina’s waist, carrying a lazy contentment after satisfaction.
Warm breath brushed past Sefina’s sensitive ear, and then that sweet, clear voice slipped into her ear like a demon’s whisper:
“Mmm… teacher tastes delicious~~”
Versie’s tone was filled with undisguised pride and triumph.
“You bastard!”
Sefina reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, breaking free from the embrace and hissing in shame and fury.
“Get lost!”
Sefina shoved hard, trying to break free from the embrace. However, she overestimated her current strength.
The consumption from the magic crest flare-up was far greater than she’d imagined, and after all that earlier… her limbs were weak, and her mana was at a temporary low.
Her struggles didn’t work at all—instead, Versie took advantage of the tugging to easily flip her around, turning her face-to-face and pulling her into an embrace.
“Mmph!”
Sefina let out a muffled grunt, her cheek pressed against Versie’s warm body, feeling that steady, powerful heartbeat.
Worse, this angle made it completely impossible for her to exert any force.
“Alright, teacher, stop wasting your energy.”
Versie’s voice carried a smile as she tightened her arms, holding her closer without making her uncomfortable.
“Didn’t I just help you out earlier? You must be a little tired, right? There, there—hold onto me and sleep for a bit.”
Sefina trembled with rage, her wine-red eyes glaring fiercely at the smiling face so close to hers in the darkness.
Help her? She made it sound so easy! That was simply taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state!
Thinking back to those moments earlier, Sefina wanted nothing more than to blast this girl out of the room with magic.
But the reality was, her hands were skillfully tangled up by Versie, her wand was on the nightstand across the room, her stamina was depleted, and her mana hadn’t recovered.
Right now, she was like a cat that had been smoothed down but was still resentful—claws and fangs present but unable to strike.
Frustrated! Humiliated! Ashamed!
All kinds of emotions churned in her chest.
Sefina tried struggling a few more times, but it only resulted in Versie more comfortably resting her chin on top of her head with a satisfied sigh.
Gradually, Sefina’s struggles consumed her last bit of strength.
The warm embrace and a strangely relaxing sense of safety wrapped around her. Extreme exhaustion surged over the levee of her consciousness like a tide, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, her breathing gradually becoming slow and steady.
Just before she sank completely into sleep, Sefina thought hazily:
Tomorrow… tomorrow she would definitely make this terrible student pay.
Morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting several clear streaks of light across the bedroom floor.
Sefina’s consciousness slowly floated up from deep sleep, carrying a softness and daze from overexertion.
She groggily opened her eyes, her wine-red pupils still veiled with a lingering mist.
She had slept unusually soundly. Last night…
Last night, somehow, in Versie’s embrace, between struggling and struggling, extreme exhaustion and some indescribable comfort had hit her at once, causing her to lose consciousness.
Upon waking, she found herself still trapped in that warm embrace, pressed against the other’s soft body, a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose.
That realization snapped her most of the way awake instantly, and a powerful surge of shame and resentment welled up within her.
As a teacher! How could she have been held in her student’s arms like some fragile little animal and slept the whole night?! And slept so soundly at that?!
This… how was this acceptable?!
Sefina clenched her teeth and began struggling hard, trying to break free from Versie’s arms.
Just then, the arms around her shifted slightly.
Versie slowly opened those ice-blue eyes, a hint of laziness still in her just-awakened gaze, but as they focused on Sefina’s flushed profile, the familiar, satisfied smile quickly spread across her face.
Without any warning, she leaned in and gently pressed a soft, warm kiss onto Sefina’s lips, which had parted slightly in surprise.
“Here’s a good morning kiss, teach—”
Versie’s voice carried a smile. She deliberately paused, those ice-blue eyes curving into a sly arc as she corrected herself:
“Darling. Did you sleep well last night?”
Those two words exploded in Sefina’s ears.
She froze for a moment, then the flames of shame and fury burst from the bottom of her heart straight up to the top of her head, burning her cheeks hot and her ears crimson.
She she she… not only did she ambush her again, she also dared to use such… such a presumptuous term of address?!
She wouldn’t even call her teacher anymore?!
This was absolutely lawless! Blatant disrespect to one’s master!
Too infuriating!
Sefina immediately trembled with rage, her wine-red eyes wide as saucers, blazing with roaring fury, looking like she was about to lunge at this most wicked student at any moment and fight to the death!
However, just at this critical point when the powder keg was about to explode—
“Creak—”
The bedroom door was pushed open a small crack from outside.
“Teacher Sefina, time for breakfast! Why are you up so la—”
Mia’s lively voice accompanied the door opening, but the last word “late” got stuck in her throat.
Outside the door, Mia, Ellaria, and Kefi stood there, fresh and bright.
Because Teacher Sefina had woken up much later than usual today, they had all come to call her.
However, the scene that greeted them through the doorway caused the three girls to instantly turn to stone, their minds completely blank.
What were they seeing?
Their beloved Teacher Sefina was being intimately held in the arms of that beautiful, gentle Senior Sister Versie.
The collar of the teacher’s loose sleepwear was slightly crooked, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone and flushed skin.
The teacher’s blue long hair was still messy, and that always expressionless delicate face was now covered in a flush of shame and anger, her eyes full of panic.
Meanwhile, Senior Sister Versie lay on her side, one arm around the teacher’s waist, her chin resting affectionately on top of the teacher’s head.
More importantly, before they pushed the door open, they thought they heard…
“Darling”?
“Darling”?!