"I won't tell you, you bad boy~"

Looking at the mischievous senior, Moen felt quite helpless.

The gentle senior often showed this kind of devilish mischief.

But every time, he was completely powerless against her teasing.

But such a senior was even more charming, wasn't she?

Moen couldn't help but gently kiss Anna on the forehead again.

Since the girl had already made up her mind, he had no reason to say anything more.

Although it was a pity that they couldn't be affectionate in the academy as often as before, the headquarters of the Silence Agency was in Belland. He could just skip class more often, and there wouldn't be any situation where they couldn't see each other.

"So, Senior, were you waiting for me all along?"

Moen asked with a smile again.

Even though everything had been packed long ago, the girl still waited in the place they knew best.

This little thoughtfulness of the girl touched the softest part of Moen's heart.

"Yes, I was waiting for my junior."

Anna looked gentle, smiling and said:

"Knowing that my junior returned to the academy, I've been waiting here since the first day, but you never showed up, and I failed to contact you, so I could only keep waiting...

You see, I didn't wait that long, it's been less than a month, right?"

"A... month?"

Moen felt coldness down his back and shivered:

"Has it been that long?"

"Junior..."

Anna suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes and said coldly:

"Could it be that you were fooling around somewhere during this period and forgot the time?"

"No, no, absolutely not. I was just obsessed with training during this time, and I absolutely didn't do anything strange."

Moen hastily explained and quickly told her about his ordeal in the Sea of Flowers.

Anna's eyes became even colder, "White-haired lolicon..."

"Over a thousand years old, she's over a thousand years old!"

Moen looked around carefully and said cautiously:

"How could I possibly have feelings for an ultimate expert who is over a thousand years old, especially when she's also my teacher?"

"Is that so..."

Apparently accepting this explanation, Anna finally smiled:

"Looks like my junior worked hard these days, it was my fault to suspect him."

"Phew..."

Moen sighed in relief and then chuckled:

"Not that hard, not that hard, but I did make Senior wait for too long, so I must compensate you."

"Compensate? How will you compensate?"

"Hehe..."

Moen let out a mischievous laugh, suddenly leaned forward, and lightly hugged Anna, whispering in her ear:

"Shall I give you... a wonderful memory as compensation?"

"Memory?"

Anna blinked and then suddenly recalled something. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she lightly hit Moen's chest, pouting:

"This is the classroom."

"Isn't the classroom better? Moreover, if we're talking about a meaningful memory, it has to happen in the place where we have the most memories, right?"

Moen caressed Anna's cheek and said:

"Don't worry, this place is very secluded, and now it's mostly the students' class time, so no one will come."

"The place with the most memories..."

Anna's gaze swept across the classroom.

Indeed, it held many of her memories.

She started this club, continuously researching ancient texts here, studying serpentification.

And the peaceful and beautiful times she spent with her junior here.

Just thinking about it made her smile.

If so...

"Then... okay."

Anna turned her head and gave Moen a flirtatious glance.

"I can't resist you, you bad boy."

"My dear Senior!"

With Anna's consent, Moen warmly hugged her tighter, his wandering hands beginning to explore her sensitive areas.

"Wait a moment."

But Anna suddenly pushed Moen away and softly said:

"No... not like this."

"Like this?"

Moen blinked, somewhat confused.

"Hmm."

Anna whispered, suddenly waved her hand, and all the curtains automatically closed, plunging the entire classroom into darkness.

She undid the top two buttons of her blouse but didn't continue. She slightly tilted her head, her gaze moving upwards, and gave Moen a seductive look.

That mischievous gaze, combined with her half-exposed white, round chest, and an unfathomable cleavage, instantly made Moen's mouth dry.

Seeing Moen's eager look, Anna smirked, her tear mole at the corner of her eye making her even more enchanting.

Still, she didn't let Moen come closer.

Anna sat on the desk, her delicate fingers slowly sliding up her long black stockings, higher and higher.

All the way to the depths covered by her short skirt that Moen couldn't see.

Then, under Moen's increasingly heated gaze, her snake-like waist swayed slightly.

Her fingers moved.

Accompanied by the clear sound of swallowing saliva, Anna's long legs gently rubbed against each other, and then a small, black, lacy piece of fabric began to slide down her smooth thighs.

On that small piece of fabric, a tiny red bow, fluttered with Moen's increasingly heavy breathing, as if ready to flap its wings and take flight at any moment.

Anna leaned her hands on the desk, slowly raising one long leg, hooking the piece of fabric, her silk-covered foot lightly brushing past Moen's chest.

Two buttons undone, but still just two, enough to expose Moen's increasingly solid pecs beneath his thin shirt.

Anna hooked the fabric and lightly brushed it across Moen's chest, teasingly saying:

"Junior, men who rush are not liked by girls."

"But who made you this enticing little devil?"

Moen suppressed the fire inside him, snatched the fabric, stuffed it into his pocket, and growled:

"To punish you, this belongs to me now!"

Anna shot Moen a glare and pouted:

"Pervert."

"I'm a pervert, don't you know that well, Senior?"

Moen chuckled, then bent down, grabbing his senior's little feet, gently caressing them.

And his gaze followed her calf all the way up.

The pleated skirt still clung to Anna's perfectly round thighs, completely covering what should be an unguarded sanctuary.

At this moment, Anna, from top to bottom, was merely missing an insignificant piece of fabric.

She was even less revealing than some delinquent girls in the academy normally dressed.

But even so, the school uniform she wore, which was commonly seen throughout the academy, seemed imbued with a special magic, giving Moen a different kind of allure and stimulation.

"Damn, are you going to play this card with me?"

Moen took a deep breath, his eyes bursting with fiery light.

He caressed the smooth and tight palm, sniffed the inviting fragrance at the tip of his nose, and followed the guidance prepared for him earlier, constantly moving forward.

Just like a brave explorer, with a determined heart, taking firm steps, hesitating not a bit to enter the unknown depth.

Determined to open up a warm path exclusively his own within this dark forest.