Chapter 223: In Mrs Lira (18+)
The next day came faster than either of them expected.
When the last bell rang and the students poured out of the classroom, Jae stayed behind, leaning casually against the wall as if he had all the time in the world.
Mrs. Lira dismissed the final stragglers, her movements neat and practiced, though Jae could see the stiffness in her shoulders. She was trying to hide it, but the tension was there.
When the door closed, she turned to him, lips pressed thin. "Jae... this is not a good idea," she said quietly, her voice low, almost pleading. "I told myself I shouldn’t let this happen, but..."
He cut in smoothly, his tone calm. "You said that yesterday too but we both know you don’t mean it"
Her eyes flickered, the faintest hesitation breaking through her composure. For a moment she looked as though she might dismiss him, send him away with a firm hand and a teacher’s authority.
But instead, she sighed, shaking her head slightly, and gathered her papers into a tidy stack.
"Fine," she said at last, softer than she meant to. "Let’s go."
She led him out of the classroom, her steps quick and clipped as though speed alone could keep control in her grasp. The corridors were quieter now, most students gone, the air holding only the faint echo of boots and whispers
Jae followed a few paces behind, his crimson eyes fixed not on the path but on her. The sway of her hips, the elegant shape of her butt beneath her robes, he lingered on it without shame, smirking faintly to himself.
Mrs. Lira’s steps echoed faintly in the quiet corridor of the teachers’ wing as she reached her private quarters, her hand pausing on the wooden door’s iron handle.
She glanced back at Jae, who followed a few paces behind, his blonde hair catching the fading daylight, red eyes fixed on her with a calm smirk. Her heart pounded harder than it should, fingers tightening before she pushed the door open and stepped inside, the soft creak breaking the stillness.
The room was cozy, with a low bed covered in a simple quilt, a desk cluttered with scrolls and ink bottles, and a single window letting in the sun’s glow, no lanterns needed this time of day. The air carried a faint scent of herbs, tied to her ice affinity, though no magic stirred now. Jae stepped in behind her, closing the distance quick, his arms sliding around her waist from behind before she could turn
He pressed himself close, his crotch firm against her shapely behind, the heat of him seeping through her robe. "I’ve wanted to do this for a while," he murmured, voice low and teasing, lips brushing the nape of her neck, stirring the loose strands of her dark hair.
Her body reacted faster than her mind, a shiver ran through her, warmth pooling low in her belly, her breath catching at the feel of his hardness against her. Her hands hovered, unsure whether to push him away or lean back into his warmth. She should stop this, she knew, he was her student, and this crossed every boundary she’d sworn to uphold.
But the way her skin tingled, the way her pulse raced at his touch, caught her off guard. It was too intimate, too sudden, and yet her body seemed to crave it. She stood frozen for a long moment, the press of his crotch against her making her cheeks flush pink, her thoughts a jumble of duty and desire.
Finally, she forced herself to step forward, breaking his hold, her hands smoothing her robe as she turned to face him, voice shaky but trying for control. "Jae... we need to keep this appropriate."
She moved to a small wooden cabinet by the window, needing space to steady her racing heart. The sunlight caught the faint tremble in her hands as she reached for a pitcher of water and two clay cups. "Would you like a drink?" she asked, glancing back, trying to reclaim her teacher’s composure. "Please, sit down." Her tone was firmer now, though her fingers fumbled slightly as she poured the water, the liquid sloshing in the cup.
Jae’s smirk didn’t waver, his eyes tracking her every move as he sauntered to the small table in the corner, pulling out a chair and sitting with a casual lean. The room felt smaller with him in it, the air heavier, charged with something unspoken.
She carried the cups over, setting one in front of him, the water rippling from her unsteady grip. Sitting across from him, she folded her hands on the table, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
"So," she said, voice low but careful, "which private lesson did you want? You mentioned needing guidance yesterday."
Jae took a slow sip, his smirk softening but still there, like he held a secret she wasn’t ready for. "It’s my mana flow," he said, leaning back, one hand resting near his belt, fingers brushing the fabric of his pants.
"There’s a block, been messing with my control. Figured you’d know how to fix it." His eyes held hers, steady and deliberate, daring her to push further.
She swallowed, keeping her gaze on his face, though her cheeks warmed again. "Where’s the block exactly?" she asked, voice professional but cautious, a part of her bracing for his answer.
Jae’s smirk widened, and he pointed low on his abdomen, just above his groin, dangerously close to his rod. "Right about here," he said, voice smooth, watching her reaction with that teasing glint.
Her eyes widened, a flush spreading across her face as she realized how close that was to... him. Her breath hitched, but she nodded, trying to hold onto her role as teacher.
"Alright," she said, voice barely steady, "a mana block there needs... careful massage to loosen it. It’s delicate work." She stood, moving around the table, her robe brushing the floor as she knelt beside him.