"Ahhron–" Nancy gasped my name, her body twitching in my grasp as my hands gently rubbed against her panties.
I didn't even need to touch her directly for her to orgasm and slump against me, strength slipping from her body.
"You finished so quickly?"
I grinned, looking down into her eyes as I pulled my hand out of her pants, licking my slightly wet fingers.
"You cheating bastard—" her cheeks flushed. She was still clinging onto me for support as she glared into my eyes in rage.
I chuckled inwardly at her reaction, stroking the back of her waist.
We both were still very horny and in the mood; however, we were in a class, and it was already risky enough to kiss.
And by now, my skill had also ended, going on a ten-minute cooldown.
I would prefer to have it before I fuck her, as I can only imagine her screams when I put it in, with the skill still active.
So, I leaned her against me and simply held her for a couple of minutes before her phone rang.
"Yeah, speak," she said, nodding. "I'm sitting in AM-B. Ah, okay."
Nancy hung up the call, moving away from me and fixing her clothes slightly.
Then she moved back towards me and smoothened the creases on my clothes, pulling my head lower to kiss me again.
What does this woman even want? But whatever it was, I was enjoying it.
"Mrs. Clint said she will reach AM-A in five minutes, let's go there," Nancy said after the kiss.
"Okay, what did she call us for anyway?" I asked, acting as calm and collected as I could.
I didn't want to show that I was actually very worried and overthinking about the scary teacher.
"Low attendance," Nancy sighed. "It's your fault. Why did you start avoiding me?"
"I already told you the reason…" I grumbled back. "So what would she do?"
"How would I know? Probably ask the reason for absence or something?" she shrugged, not helping with my worries.
But this scenario wasn't that new to me.
I have been detained and called to my uni many times on Earth due to low attendance and stuff.
They do indeed ask for the reason for absence, and in the past, I just used to make the hospital excuse that I got a bad fever.
Then I needed to fabricate a fake doctor's prescription, and done.
But in this magical world, would this excuse even work?
A simple potion could heal most small wounds and normal illnesses, and there was healing magic that could even cure cancer.
Why the hell would they believe a fake medical prescription?
In the end, I had to ask Nancy about it, who seemed experienced with this kind of shit.
"Do you have any excuse that we can use?"
She smirked, her eyes glinting in amusement. "We?" she cooed, her voice dripping with honey.
The way she stressed the 'we' made it obvious that she was being sarcastic.
Despite my plan of the 'what are we' card working, she didn't enjoy being ghosted for so long. And this was her way of getting even with me.
I would've found it cute if I wasn't stressed about it.
"Come on~"
She ignored my words, increasing the hop in her steps as she pulled ahead of me, skipping over to the gate of AM-A before abruptly stopping.
She raised a hand and gestured for me to be quiet.
Ah shit. Is the teacher inside?
I slowed down my walking speed, moving politely as I reached close enough to see into the classroom.
Huh…
I had to blink at least a hundred times to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.
The teacher was indeed inside, sitting on the raised platform in front of a solid wooden table polished to a dull shine.
Her posture was relaxed, unhurried, like someone who owned the space completely.
Her legs were crossed, covered by a pair of sexy black stockings that hugged her calves tightly, the fabric catching the classroom light with every subtle movement.
I don't know how a woman whose surname was 'Clint' could look so fucking gorgeous, but she did. Everything about her was perfect.
The mature charm, the busty curves, the formal yet sexy clothes hugging her figure just right, the deep purple hair falling smoothly past her shoulders—ugh, simply everything.
The classroom itself felt different with her presence in it. Quiet. Heavy. Like even the air was paying attention.
I don't even know how long I was staring at her for when she finally turned to look at me and Nancy.
We were both standing right outside the door.
"Come in," she said simply, her voice melodious and smooth, carrying effortlessly across the room. No wonder she was a music teacher.
I nearly stumbled at the small step on the door frame but managed not to fall as I followed Nancy and sat beside her.
She had chosen a seat in the middle area, neither too close to the platform nor too far.
Right in front of our desk, two other girls were sitting, with a guy seated awkwardly between them.
We five were the only people who needed to come, so once Nancy and I were settled, Mrs. Clint got up from her seat.
Her heels clicked against the tiled floor with sharp, confident sounds, each step measured as her eyes settled onto the five of us.
For the first time, I was able to see into her eyes—and damn, it was worth it.
Her lavender irises were deep enough that I could get lost in them, her eyelashes long and fluttering, framing a gaze that felt calm yet quietly intimidating.
How the hell was this a married woman???
From not a single angle could I say that this was a married woman. No way.
"I hope I don't need to tell you why you all are gathered here." The words rolled off her tongue, soft and melodic, yet carrying an undeniable authority.
The three girls said, "No, ma'am," together, while I simply lip-synced with them.
"Good. Then take out your papers and write me applications explaining why you were absent. If I don't like your excuse, you can consider yourselves detained from the upcoming midterms."
Her lips curled into a cold smirk. "Understood?"
All five of us said "Yes," together, as I turned to Nancy, hoping for help.
"Hmm? What?" Nancy smiled sweetly, acting like she didn't know why I was looking at her.
"Ugh, just help me with this," I grumbled.
Nancy scoffed, pulling a blank paper out of her bag and placing it in front of me.
But she kept her hand on the paper, looking at me with a smirk.
"I want something in return for helping you, dear Aah~ron," she whispered in a sultry tone.
Heh. Would I even be a man if I rejected that?
I faked a shy and reluctant expression before nodding. "Fine."