Chapter 872 - 871- Teachings with Some Fun

Chapter 872: Chapter 871- Teachings with Some Fun

The question was gentle. It cracked something in her.

She stepped into the office. Let the door close behind her. Her hands were shaking. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the floor.

"He can’t..." She swallowed. The words felt like glass in her throat. "He cannot get an erection. It’s been two weeks. He’s getting worse. He won’t let me touch him. He won’t look at me. I don’t know what to do anymore."

The admission hung in the air. Sofia, still lying on the desk, turned her head and looked at Yuki with an expression that might have been sympathy or might have been nothing at all.

Viktor nodded slowly. His expression didn’t change—no surprise, no discomfort, no judgment. Just the measured calm of a man who’d heard worse and knew exactly what to do with it.

"I see," he said. "Come here."

Yuki crossed the room. Her steps were small. Uncertain. She stopped a few feet from the desk, close enough that the candle’s warmth touched her skin.

Viktor picked up the candle and held it out to her.

"Drop some wax on her," he said.

Yuki stared at him. "What?"

He nodded toward Sofia. Sofia, who was lying there naked and flushed and watching with those half-lidded eyes, shifted on the desk. She arched her back slightly—presenting herself, or maybe just getting comfortable. The candlelight ran down her stomach and caught the wet sheen between her legs.

"Hot wax stimulates the surface mana channels," Viktor said. "It’s a catalytic step. The heat creates a micro-response in the nerve endings, which opens the pathways for deeper energy transfer. I need a third party to apply it while I manage the core circulation. Her channels are too sensitive right now for me to do both simultaneously."

It was nonsense. It sounded like medicine. Yuki, who was not a healer and had never studied advanced mana theory, took the candle with both hands.

"I just... drop it on her?"

"On the lower abdomen. A few drops. She’ll tell you if it’s too much."

Yuki tilted the candle. A bead of warm wax gathered at the rim, swelled, and fell.

It landed on Sofia’s lower belly, just above the dark line of her pubic hair. Sofia hissed through her teeth. Her stomach tightened. A red flush spread from the spot where the wax had landed.

"Again," Viktor said.

Another drop. Lower this time. It hit the edge of Sofia’s pubic bone, close enough to the dark hair that the wax pooled and ran into it. Sofia’s legs shifted on the desk. Her thighs pressed together and then parted. A sound escaped her throat—soft, involuntary, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

Yuki’s hand was trembling. The candle wavered.

Viktor reached past her. His hand found Sofia’s breast. He didn’t grope—he kneaded. Slow, firm pressure, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sofia’s back arched off the desk. Her mouth fell open. A moan spilled out, breathy and wet.

"Do you like that?" Viktor asked. His voice was low. Directed at Sofia, but loud enough for Yuki to hear every word.

Sofia’s head turned. Her eyes, which had been drifting, focused on Viktor. "Yes, Professor," she breathed. The words came out thick. Drowsy. Like she was saying them from underwater.

Viktor looked at Yuki. "I’m going to need your help with the next step. Can you assist me?"

Yuki’s mouth was dry. Her eyes moved from Viktor’s hand on Sofia’s breast to Sofia’s face, twisted with pleasure, to the wax cooling on her skin. Everything about this scene was wrong. Everything about it looked like sex. But Viktor was explaining it like a procedure, and Yuki was drowning, and Aldric was broken, and she didn’t have anywhere else to go.

"Of course, Professor," she said. The words tasted like surrender.

"Good." Viktor took the candle back and set it on the shelf. He turned to face her. His violet eyes were steady, patient, and completely unreadable. "Then undress yourself."

The room went silent.

Yuki’s body locked. "What?" The word came out cracked. "No. Professor, I can’t—this is—I’m your student, I have a boyfriend, I can’t just—"

"The energy transfer requires direct contact between all participants," Viktor said. His tone didn’t shift. He might have been explaining the proper method for preparing a potion. "Clothing interferes with the conductivity. I need to energize your body as well, because you’ll be acting as a secondary conduit. If your channels aren’t open, the transfer won’t work, and Aldric’s condition will continue to deteriorate."

Yuki’s hands were shaking. She pressed them against her thighs to stop them.

’This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.’

But Aldric’s face was in her mind. The way he’d looked at the floor. The way his voice had broken when he said ’I can’t feel lust.’

Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. They slipped on the first one. She tried again. The button came undone. Then the next. Then the next. The fabric fell open. Her chest, bare except for the plain white bra she always wore, caught the candlelight. Her collarbones were sharp. Her skin was lighter than Sofia’s—paler, softer, untouched by sun.

She pulled the blouse off and set it on the chair. Then the skirt. She stepped out of it. Her legs were slim. Her thighs, which she’d always thought were too thin, trembled in the dim light.

She stood in her underwear. Bra and panties. White cotton. The same ones Seraphina had mocked. The same ones Aldric had called childish. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor.

"You need to help her," Viktor said. He stepped behind Yuki. His hands found the waistband of her panties. His fingers hooked the cotton.

She inhaled sharply. "Professor—"

He pulled down. The fabric slid over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, to the floor. She stepped out of them. Her hand flew to cover herself—palm flat against her groin, fingers pressed tight, hiding the dark hair that covered her mound.

Viktor took her wrist. Gently. Not forcing. Just guiding. He moved her hand away.

Her pussy was exposed. The hair, black and thick, covered her mound and ran in a narrow line down to her lips. The lips themselves were hidden beneath the fur. Her thighs were pressed together, but Viktor’s hand on her wrist kept her from turning away.

His finger touched her. Light. A single fingertip tracing the edge of her hairline. She flinched like he’d put a spark to her skin.

"You’re not a virgin," he said. Not a question.

Her face burned. "No."

"How many times have you had sex with Aldric?"

The question was clinical. The tone was the tone of a doctor taking a history. She tried to hear it that way. Tried to believe it was just a question.

"Eight times," she whispered.

Viktor smiled. It was small. Private. The kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

He unzipped his pants.

Yuki’s eyes went wide. "What are you doing, Professor?"

"I need to use my own mana as a lightning rod," he said. He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "The core disruption in Aldric’s network originated from an external mana source—in this case, my own channel signature, which he was exposed to during our earlier session. The only way to reset the loop is to reintroduce the same signature in a controlled environment. My body becomes the conductor. The mana flows through me, into the conduit—Sofia—and then into you, where it stabilizes. Think of it like electrical grounding."