When Alex said "tutoring," it really was one-sided. In the end, only Mihowa "tutored" him; he did nothing for the beautiful teacher.
After enjoying her oral service, he pulled up his pants and ended the "exchange." He completely ignored the "longing" radiating from her body. Whether forced or voluntary, Mihowa was a woman, and she couldn't resist the physical temptation Alex provided. But with her personality, she would never ask for it.
Alex was truly heartless. He finished his business and left. Mihowa had to endure her internal emptiness while cleaning the traces of white fluid from the corners of her mouth. Her face was a mask of dissatisfaction and resentment.
Or was this also a form of playing hard to get? PUA?
As for the young man named Inoue, the "pitiful fiancé," he remained oblivious. When the time stop was lifted, Alex had already released his load into the small, tempting mouth of his fiancée.
"Well then, Professor, we'll be going," Alex waved with an suggestive smile, bidding farewell to the pair.
The young man blinked, surprised that the boy had left so suddenly. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I was just overthinking it...
"Mihowa, you... hmm?" He turned to his fiancée and noticed that the beautiful woman looked different. Her face was flushed, and she had developed a strange, seductive aura. Her clear eyes were watery, and the way she looked at the departing student was... off. There was even a strange scent in the air...
"What is it?" Mihowa panicked. Did he find out? No way. I cleaned my mouth. As for the marks on my body, Alex's claw marks are hidden under my clothes.
Unless Alex had intentionally unfrozen him for a split second while they were... no, he wouldn't do that.
"...Nothing. I just feel like you've changed a bit," the young man said. His eyes scanned his girlfriend like a radar for a long time. Finally, he said nothing and reached out to touch her.
Mihowa dodged his hand.
"Mihowa...?"
"Sorry, Inoue. I'm still not used to it. Let's wait until the wedding—"
"I just wanted to hold your hand, Mihowa! I can't even hold your hand?!" The man's eyes widened in disbelief. It felt like a knife to the heart. "Why is your attitude toward that student so different? Don't lie to me; I can feel it. You look at him differently."
Alex was my first man. The man who took my virginity. Of course it's different. Mihowa couldn't say those words. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"Mihowa, who is that student? What is your relationship? I'm your fiancé! Why am I worth less than a student?!" the young man asked, pained.
"Inoue..." She felt incredibly guilty. She looked at him with apologetic eyes. He loved her so much, and they had a promise... and yet, this happened.
But she still couldn't bring herself to be angry with Alex. He had done it to "help" her, after all. And while she was still entangled with him... wasn't she the one allowing it? She could only be angry at herself. Do I just love sex? Am I a lewd woman?
Alex's words echoed in her head. She bit her lip. "Only lewd for Alex..."
"Mihowa?" Inoue called out, bringing her back to reality. She had spaced out thinking about Alex again. She realized she could no longer erase Alex's traces from her body or her heart.
"Inoue, you're overthinking. Alex and I... we have no relationship," she said, wiping her mouth again out of reflex. She still had the taste of the boy in her mouth. Thinking about the essence she had swallowed, her eyes wandered. I've learned to lie. I'm a bad woman.
"Then why won't you let me... Mihowa?"
Before he could finish, Mihowa stumbled. Inoue rushed forward to catch her, but even though her legs were weak and she was wobbling, Mihowa instinctively dodged him. She bent over, hands on her knees, to steady herself.
It was Alex's fault. He had made her so sensitive that she was leaking fluid. She was afraid her boyfriend would notice the wetness, so she had to keep her legs closed. When she looked up, she met her fiancé's desperate eyes.
"Mihowa... even like this, you won't let me touch you?" Enraged and hopeless, the man gritted his teeth and lunged at her. "You are mine—!"
BAM!
"Ugh..." Mihowa didn't see what happened. She only saw him lunge, but then the [Slave Crest] on her skin flared with heat, and he was sent flying back.
The man on the ground stared in disbelief. "What just happened? Mihowa... what did you do to me?"
"Inoue, I..." Mihowa stood there, helpless. People nearby were staring. She gripped her hem, her legs tight. "I'm sorry."
That was all she could say. She realized she carried Alex's brand now. Even if she played the ostrich and pretended not to know, the fact remained: she could not have contact with any man other than Alex. She couldn't hide it forever.
"What is going happened? What happened to you?! You're hiding something from me, aren't you? It's about that student!"
"It has nothing to do with Alex. It was... a misunderstanding," Mihowa said, defending Alex even now. It broke the man's heart.
"You're still defending him?! Mihowa, do you... do you like him?"
He didn't ask the question out loud. He had a premonition that if he did, his fiancée would leave him forever. Even if their engagement was currently hollow, he didn't want to lose her. He forced himself to calm down.
"Sorry, Mihowa. I overreacted," he said, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile. "Forget what I said. No matter what happens, I believe in your heart. I won't care about the rest."
You won't care about me having sex with Alex? You're okay with a purely Platonic relationship? Mihowa watched his self-deception. She tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded. "Okay."
It was as if the argument never happened, but the crack between them was irreparable. They were just pretending not to see it for now.
It's okay, Inoue thought. If I keep trying, I can win her back! No matter what happened between her and that student, I won't give up on her!