"Is this... Could this really be the legendary 'act of love'?"

Lea's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the scene unfolding in the classroom. The holy light in her hands had long dissipated into nothingness, and she unconsciously reined in her own aura.

Her petite face flushed a deep red, the color spreading all the way to her neck. Her heart pounded furiously, as if it might burst out of her chest at any moment, while her gaze remained helplessly fixated on the explicit scene before her.

"This... this is so shameless!"

This was a classroom.

How could they do this in a classroom?

And in broad daylight?

Wasn't this sort of thing supposed to happen under the cover of night, in the secrecy of a darkened bed, away from prying eyes?

Yet here... so bold and brazen...

No, not entirely brazen. After all, the classroom door and curtains had been carefully closed. If she hadn't curiously peeked through the curtain, no one would have found out.

But still... without even a bed, doing this standing—it was too... too much.

In her field of vision, the girl leaned against a desk, her posture willfully suggestive as she arched her hips. The blond man held her by the waist—and even her chest—thrusting powerfully in his conquest.

Although the pleated skirt perfectly concealed the critical parts, the sway of the skirt alone painted a vivid enough picture for Lea. In her mind, she could almost see the ripples of flesh beneath, stirred by the man's every vigorous movement, cascading across the curve of the girl's hips.

This scene, unimaginable even in her wildest fantasies, overwhelmed Lea's senses, filling her with indescribable sensations. Her pure, untainted mind seemed to shut down completely.

What should she do?

Should she intervene and put a stop to such shameless behavior?

But to step in... on what grounds or motivation? She couldn't justify it to herself.

If Moen Campbell had been forcing the girl into this, she would have had every reason to step forward and do something. But the scene before her was clearly consensual.

In fact, it seemed the girl was the more enthusiastic one.

Beyond her fervent kisses, Lea began to notice subtler details as her observations grew increasingly bold. The girl's face, flushed and beautiful, wore an expression of overwhelming pleasure. Any signs of pain, at first only imagined, now seemed nonexistent.

No, it was quite the opposite. The look on her face was the kind one only wore when both body and soul were inundated with rapture—so much so, that the feeling overflowed and became unbearable. It was unmistakably an expression of extreme, almost excruciating ecstasy.

Even though no audible sound could be heard, Lea's gaze lingered on the girl's soft, parted lips. Her imagination filled the silence with melodious, enticing murmurs.

Could it really feel that good?

Lea unconsciously pressed her legs together, twisting slightly where she stood.

She was merely watching, and yet she felt a peculiar heat well up somewhere deep within her. It carried with it a troubling, almost intoxicating sensation of unrest.

Ariel had told her before that the act shared between men and women, while unclothed, was the most depraved and filthy activity in this world.

But...

They were still wearing clothes.

Did that still make it filthy?

A dazed, lingering confusion clouded Lea's large, glistening eyes. Logically, she knew she should leave after witnessing a scene like this. Quietly disappear, as though nothing had happened.

But for some reason, her gaze remained stubbornly anchored to the scene in the classroom. Try as she might, she couldn't look away.

It was as if...

No, no, no! I don’t want to watch this—not at all!

I’m just... just...

Yes! I’m just trying to make sure Moen Campbell isn’t bullying that girl!

That’s right—this sort of thing demands absolute certainty!

Lea bit her lip, concocting a justification for herself in her mind.

And so, as her eyes remained glued to the undeniable passion unfolding before her, her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson. Her face grew unbearably hot, as though it might burst into flames. Then, without realizing it, her petite hand... slowly drifted toward her firmly pressed thighs.

...

...

Inside the classroom, their frenzied exchange finally reached its climax.

"Senior... I’m about to—"

"Mmm, give it to me..."

The man let out a primal growl, while the girl’s body trembled with uncontrollable pleasure. Together, they ascended to a shared, marvelous peak.

As the room briefly quieted, save for their heavy breathing, Moen gently turned Anna around, pulling her into a tender and passionate kiss.

Gazing at his senior’s enraptured face, still lost in the afterglow, her half-lidded eyes and slightly extended tongue instinctively responding to him, she was a vision of seductive beauty. Moen felt the heat that had just subsided within him begin to reignite all over again.

After being pent up in the Sea of Flowers for so long, how could he possibly be content with just once?

"Senior, I want more..."

"You scoundrel..."

Anna, finally recovering from the lingering tremors, rolled her eyes at him before wrapping her slender arms around his waist.

"It feels like... you’ve gotten stronger, hmm?"

"Heh, no kidding! I was off my game last time. This time, I’ll make sure to conquer you completely, you little seductress."

"Oh, is that so? Well, I..."

Anna trailed off, about to tease him further, but her demeanor abruptly changed. A sharp intensity surfaced on her flushed face. She turned her head toward the window, her expression cold and unforgiving.

"Who’s there?"

"Huh?"

Moen froze, unable to react immediately. Before he could process what was happening, Anna dissolved into a dense shadow, slipping out of his embrace in an instant.

It was only then that he sensed something amiss. His expression twitched as he instinctively turned his head...

…

“Crap!”

The moment the girl in the classroom turned her head, Lea knew she was in big trouble. Like a startled rabbit, she spun around and bolted without hesitation.

But it was too late.

Behind her, in the hazy daylight, a faint shadow that barely registered against the brightness suddenly darkened as though drenched in ink.

The shadow twisted and writhed before materializing into a graceful silhouette—Anna emerged behind Lea, grabbing her tightly by the back of her collar.

"My, my. What’s this? A little kitten caught sneaking around where it shouldn’t be?"

"Don’t—don’t come any closer!"

Lea panicked, shutting her eyes tightly as she flailed her legs helplessly in the air. In desperation, a burst of holy light condensed in her hands and flew toward Anna, a frantic attempt to force her back.

Yet midway through, Lea seemed to recall something. The intensity of the holy light waned, leaving it with only enough power to momentarily repel rather than harm.

Such feeble holy light posed no threat to Anna. It dissipated in an instant, engulfed by the her shadows effortlessly.

"Oh? A special kitten, aren’t you?"

Anna raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with subtle surprise as she felt the potent energy Lea subconsciously emitted. Amused, she leaned closer, just enough to bring their faces inches apart.

"But no matter how special you might be, spying is a very bad habit for a little kitten, you know?"

"I—I wasn’t spying!"

Lea struggled forcefully. "I was just passing by, that’s all! Passing by! You’ve got the wrong person!"

"Passing by, hmm?"

Anna’s eyes drifted downward, a faint, nearly imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she noticed something of interest.

"Well then, why don’t we sit down and talk for a bit? I’d love to hear more about your 'passing by' story."

"Ugh..." Lea hesitated, reluctantly opening her eyes.

Now that the girl stood fully dressed in the clear light of day, Lea realized that “girl” was no longer an appropriate term to describe her. There was an air of sophistication in her features—something Lea, a lower-year student, could never hope to embody.

She was undeniably a senior.

And powerful.

Any thought of escaping vanished immediately. There was no chance.

And so, frozen in place, Lea faced the breathtaking, coldly smiling face of her captor—a blend of lingering allure and sharp authority—she let out a regret-filled whimper.

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