Chapter 869 - 868- Why are you Wet?

Chapter 869: Chapter 868- Why are you Wet?

She spoke quickly, words tumbling over each other, as if afraid she’d lose courage if she stopped.

Viktor listened without interrupting. When she finished, he exhaled softly.

"Aldric was glaring at me all through class," he said. "Every time you asked a question, he made a point of clearing his throat. He wasn’t angry at you. He was angry at the idea that you might be interested in someone else."

Yuki blinked. "You noticed?"

"I’m a professor," Viktor said. "It’s my job to notice."

He let that sit for a moment before continuing.

"Jealousy makes people stupid, Miss Tanabe. It makes them accuse. It makes them humiliate. That isn’t love. That’s possession."

The words hit harder than any slap.

Yuki looked down, tears still slipping down her cheeks.

"I’m sorry," she murmured. "For his behavior in your class."

Viktor waved a hand. "His behavior is his own. You’re not responsible for it."

She nodded, but the question was still there, hovering just beneath the surface.

"Professor," she said, "that book... could you tell me the title? Or... or teach me? The techniques?"

Viktor’s mouth curved slightly behind his mask.

"Why do you need a book," he asked, "when I can guide you personally?"

The offer hung in the air, simple and dangerous.

Yuki looked up at him, eyes wide and uncertain.

"Really?"

He glanced at the clock on the wall. Late evening. The academy was quieting down.

"Follow me," he said.

They ended up in a small storage room below the classrooms: shelves of old supplies, a single weak bulb, cold stone underfoot.

"What should I do?" Yuki asked, voice small.

Viktor looked at her uniform, neat and proper, then back at her face.

"Take off your skirt."

The command landed like a blow.

"What?" She stared at him, horrified. "Professor, I can’t—this is—"

"I’m teaching you," he said evenly. "If you want to keep a man’s attention, you need to understand what he responds to. It starts with what he sees."

His hand lifted her skirt before she could stop him. White cotton panties, simple and unadorned, met his gaze.

He didn’t touch her beyond that, but the intimacy of the moment was enough to make her tremble.

"You need to realize something," he said, voice low. "A man’s desire isn’t just about love. It’s about stimulus. About challenge. About feeling like he’s discovering something no one else has."

Yuki’s breath hitched.

"Professor, I—"

A voice cut through the room from the stairwell above.

"Yuki? Are you down there?"

Aldric.

Her entire body went rigid.

Viktor didn’t move. His hand stayed where it was, close enough that she could feel the heat of it without him actually touching her.

"Be quiet," he murmured. "If he hears, he’ll assume the worst."

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out despite her efforts.

Footsteps approached. Closer.

"Yuki?" Aldric called again, voice sharper now.

Viktor finally stepped back. Yuki yanked her skirt down, hands shaking.

When Aldric appeared in the doorway, his gaze swept the room in an instant: Yuki, flushed and tearful; Viktor, composed; the damp spot on the floor that told its own story.

"Are you all right?" he asked Yuki, voice tight.

"I’m fine," she said quickly. "I just... tripped. Spilled some water. The professor was helping me up."

Aldric’s eyes flicked to Viktor, then back to her. He didn’t believe a word of it, but he didn’t have the energy to argue here.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing her wrist.

"Wait, you’re hurting me—"

He didn’t let go.

I stood on the ceiling.

The spell, which was a combination of gravity inversion and mana anchoring, held me to the stone. My body, which was inverted, was above the storeroom. My eyes, which looked down through a crack in the stone, saw everything.

The storeroom, which was small and dim, was a cage. Yuki, who was trembling, was against the wall. Aldric, who was furious, was in front of her.

"Damn it," Aldric said. The words, which were a curse, were a release. "I saw. I saw the floor. I saw his hand. What was that?"

"Nothing," Yuki said. The word, which was a defense, was a lie. "It was water. I told you. I spilled water."

Aldric’s hand, which had been at his side, moved. To her skirt. The fabric, which he grabbed, was pulled. The motion, which was rough, was a repeat of the morning. The skirt, which was lifted, exposed her thighs. Her panties, which were white cotton, were visible.

"Did he have sex with you?" Aldric said. The words, which were an accusation, were a knife. His eyes, which were on her face, were wild.

"Of course not," Yuki said. The words, which were true in the technical sense, were a defense. "How can you say that? He is my professor. He was teaching me. That is all."

"Teaching you?" Aldric said. The words, which were a question, were a mockery. "Teaching you what? In a storage room? With the door closed? With your juices on the floor?"

He pulled down his pants. The motion, which was rough, was a claim. His cock, which he pulled out, was limp. The shaft, which should have been hard, was soft. The head, which should have been swollen, was flat.

"This is mine," he said. The words, which were a claim, were a desperation. He kissed her. The motion, which was rough and needy, was a press. His mouth, which found hers, was wet. His tongue, which pushed in, was a force.

Yuki pushed him. The motion, which was a rejection, was a defense. Her hands, which found his chest, shoved. The kiss, which had been forced, was broken.

"Stop," she said. The words, which were firm, were a boundary. "You are being ridiculous. I told you. Nothing happened. You are blaming the professor for something he did not do."

Aldric’s hand, which had been on her hip, moved. To her pussy. The cotton, which was wet from my spit and her arousal, was damp. His fingers, which found the fabric, pressed.

"Why are you wet?" he said. The words, which were vulgar and accusatory, were a violation. The question, which was not a question but a judgment, was a condemnation.