Sefina was stunned by Kefi’s sudden, baffling question.
“That?” Sefina subconsciously murmured softly.
Which one? What was this girl talking about just now? Sefina couldn’t quite grasp her meaning.
But as Sefina followed Kefi’s gaze, puzzled, and slowly lowered her head, her eyes fell upon her own legs.
***
The next moment, Sefina was shocked to discover that on her left leg’s pristine over-the-knee sock, right near the inside of her thigh, were several dots of blood—already starting to dry but still glaringly crimson!
This must have happened when Mia was feeding earlier. Maybe it was because of the haste, or perhaps a little blood had seeped out before the wound closed, and accidentally splattered there.
So, the “that” Kefi just mentioned—
Sefina:
Sefina suddenly understood. She was left momentarily speechless, almost choked by the realization—so Kefi thought she was on her period? This misunderstanding was both laughable and exasperating.
But her years of keeping a poker face helped Sefina quickly hide any visible emotion, and her expression remained calm and impassive.
She spoke indifferently, her voice steady, betraying not a trace of guilt or panic:
“No. The blood on my leg is from earlier, when I went to the Potion Department to help Professor John handle some magical creature materials. I accidentally got some of the creature’s blood on me.”
Sefina’s face remained utterly composed as she lied, her gaze open and calm as a windless lake, revealing not the faintest ripple, leaving no room for doubt.
As expected, Kefi immediately believed her, a look of sudden realization appearing on her face as she murmured softly, “Oh, it’s magical creature blood… No wonder the color’s a little odd.”
She didn’t think any further about it, nor could she possibly imagine that the blood was left by her good roommate Mia—or guess what had just happened in this office.
To completely divert Kefi’s attention and keep her from noticing anything strange under the desk, Sefina took the initiative to walk over to the Magical Refrigerator in the corner.
She slowly opened the fridge door and took out a piece of tiramisu dusted with cocoa powder that looked irresistibly delicious, then grabbed a clean little spoon and handed both to Kefi.
Her tone was much gentler than before:
“Have some dessert. Take a little break.”
Kefi’s eyes lit up just a bit at the sight of the exquisite treat.
She didn’t refuse. After all… she’d already “snuck” Sefina-sensei’s snacks a few times in the library before.
It wasn’t that she was greedy, but Sefina-sensei’s handmade desserts were simply too delightful—delicate and sweet, rich in flavor. There was no girl who could resist such temptation, right?
She accepted the plate and spoon, softly whispered, “Thank you, Sensei,” then scooped up a little and put it in her mouth.
The rich aroma of coffee liqueur, the creamy Mascarpone Cheese, and the moist Finger Biscuit melted on her tongue, bringing an exquisite taste experience.
“Mmm, so delicious…” Kefi couldn’t help but squint in satisfaction. Sefina-sensei’s desserts really were as delicious as ever!
Seeing that Kefi’s attention had been completely captured by the mouthwatering tiramisu, Sefina finally let out a secret sigh of relief.
To send Kefi away as soon as possible and completely resolve the crisis, Sefina casually reminded her:
“Kefi, don’t you have another class this afternoon? It seems like it’s getting late.”
Upon hearing this, Kefi glanced at the clock on the wall and cried out, “Ah! The time! Thank you for the dessert, Sensei! I’ll be going now!”
She hurriedly stuffed the last bite of tiramisu into her mouth, quickly thanked Sefina, set down the empty plate, and dashed out of the office.
Click.
The door closed softly, and Kefi’s figure vanished beyond it.
Only after she was sure the footsteps had faded did Sefina finally relax completely, leaning back in her chair and letting out a long sigh.
She rubbed her still-aching temples, feeling more exhausted than if she’d graded a hundred papers.
She spoke indifferently, her voice tinged with fatigue:
“Come out.”
Obviously, this was directed at the one still hiding under the desk—the source of all this trouble.
Mia crawled out from beneath the desk with a sheepish grin, scratching her head in embarrassment.
By now, her hair and eyes had returned to their normal shades of gray-white and pale blue.
“Sensei… Sorry… I really didn’t expect someone to barge in so suddenly…”
Sefina let out a cold snort, not even bothering to look at her. She sat back in her chair, bent down, and with some effort, took off her little leather shoes.
Then, she hooked her fingers under the bloodstained over-the-knee sock and gently slipped it off, revealing her slender white calf and ankle. She tossed the dirty sock aside without a second thought.
Yet Mia, ever shameless, seemed utterly oblivious to the trouble she’d caused—or perhaps she realized but simply didn’t care. She scooted closer with a fawning smile, and once again tried to be “cheeky”:
“Um… Sensei…”
“What now?” Sefina didn’t even look up, her tone icy and full of “you’d better have a good reason” impatience.
Mia blinked her eyes and asked eagerly, “I mean… just now… can we continue?” She meant the interrupted “meal.”
“In your dreams!”
Sefina was practically amused by Mia’s utter lack of tact, shooting her a glare.
This girl nearly blew their cover, and now, barely recovered, she wanted to eat again?
But Mia didn’t seem to mind Sefina’s coldness at all.
She knew well enough by now—Sefina-sensei only seemed fierce on the outside, but was really softhearted inside and would never actually do anything to her.
Her gaze unconsciously slid from Sefina’s slender, fragile neck slowly down to the teacher’s bare legs, exposed after she’d taken off her sock.
Sensei’s legs… so white, with delicate, graceful lines, ankles exquisite and dainty, her skin looking smooth and fine.
From taking off her sock just now, her leg was still faintly flushed.
I wonder…What would the blood in Sensei’s calves taste like? Would it be different from that at her neck?
Once this thought sprouted, it grew wildly like weeds. Mia looked at those legs, feeling the craving she’d just forced down surge up again, even stronger… even hungrier.
She swallowed unconsciously, her gaze turning dreamy as she murmured softly, “Sensei, your legs… they look… so delicious…”
Sefina:!!!!!
She jerked her head up, meeting Mia’s eyes—which were starting to redden again—and the undisguised look within them.
Sefina’s expression instantly filled with disgust, her brow furrowing slightly.
This girl… does she really want to bite somewhere else now?!