Chapter 164: She is damn crazy

Eleanor stepped into the Spirit Division dormitory lobby with the same quiet composure she always carried in public.

The evening hours left the front desk nearly empty.

Only a single receptionist remained on duty, a young woman in the academy's standard administrative uniform who looked up from her terminal with a polite smile.

"Good evening. How may I help you?"

Eleanor stopped in front of the counter "I'm looking for Klein Faress's room. I was there earlier and realized I left something important behind. I need to retrieve it."

The receptionist's smile remained, "I'm sorry, Miss. I can't give out room access to another student's quarters."

"Even if you were a guest earlier, academy regulations prohibit staff from issuing spare keys without the resident's direct authorization or an official request from a division head."

Eleanor tilted her head slightly, "I understand the rules. But this can't wait until morning. What I left is time-sensitive."

"I'm afraid that doesn't change policy," the receptionist replied calmly.

"If it's urgent, I can contact Mr. Faress directly through the dormitory network or escalate the matter to the supervisor. Those are the only options available to me."

Eleanor's gaze narrowed in annoyance "My name is Eleanor De Valeria. I am the Saintess currently studying at Grayhaven Academy under the Church's formal observation agreement."

"I am requesting temporary access to Klein Faress's room for the recovery of an item that belongs to the Church's ongoing evaluation."

"Refusal at this point will require a written report to both the Academy Council and the Church's regional office explaining why a Saintess was denied reasonable access during an active matter."

The receptionist's face drained of color 'W-What? Related to the church? Wait, she is the rumored Saintess who came to Academy?'

Her hands hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she swallowed and looked down.

"…One moment, please."

She typed quickly, then reached under the counter and produced a spare keycard sealed in a thin protective sleeve.

She slid it across the desk with both hands, "Room 7-14, Elite Spirit Division wing. The card is logged for one-time emergency use. Please return it to the desk before morning inspection."

Eleanor took the key and gave a small nod, "No need to log that I took the key. I will bring it back soon."

The receptionist watched her leave in silence, and a deep breath escaped her lips.

The elevator doors closed behind Eleanor with a soft chime, carrying her upward toward Klein's empty room.

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Eleanor stepped out into the corridor of the Elite Spirit Division wing and walked until she reached the door marked 7-14.

She paused to glance both ways down the empty hallway, then pressed the keycard against the reader.

The lock disengaged with a muted click.

Eleanor pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it softly behind her.

She let her eyes wander slowly across the room and walked farther in, brushing her fingertips on the edge of the desk as she passed.

Standing in front of the bed she began to undress.

She shrugged off her blazer first, letting the fabric slide down her arms and fall to the floor.

The white academy shirt beneath clung lightly to her body.

She unbuttoned it slowly, one button at a time, until the fabric parted and she pulled it off her shoulders.

She reached back, unhooked the bra, and let the bra fall.

Her bare breasts settled free and she cupped them, brushing her thumbs over the sensitive peaks.

"Mmm… already like this just from being in his room…" she murmured under her breath.

She unzipped her skirt at the side and pushed it down over her hips.

It dropped to the floor around her heels.

Beneath it she wore plain white panties and black stockings held up by a thin garter belt.

Eleanor hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and drew them down, stepping out of them carefully.

The soft lips of her pussy were already slightly parted, the smooth skin between her thighs clean-shaven and faintly glistening under the lamp light.

She rolled each stocking down in turn until she stood completely naked.

She walked to the bed.

Klein's sheets still held a faint trace of his scent.

Eleanor climbed onto the mattress and stretched out on her back first.

She parted her thighs and let one hand drift down over her stomach until her fingers found the warm, sensitive folds of her pussy.

"Ahh… it's still warm from him…" she whispered. "Nngh… that feels good…"

She rolled onto her side, then onto her stomach, pressing her bare breasts into the mattress.

The cool sheets rubbed against her nipples.

She lifted her hips slightly and reached back between her legs, fingers circling her clit before dipping lower, pushing one finger inside herself.

"Hnn~… yes… right there…" A quiet moan slipped out as she pushed a second finger in.

"Nngh~… it feels so much better here…" she breathed, hips rocking back against her hand.

"If he walked in right now… and saw the Saintess like this… ah… with her pussy dripping on his sheets…"

Eleanor rolled onto her back again, knees drawn up and spread wide.

"Ahh… nngh~… deeper…" Her voice grew louder.

"It feels so good… my fingers aren't enough… I want something thicker… haah… Klein…"

Soft, open moans spilled from her lips as she touched herself on his bed.

"I'm getting close… nngh~… ahh… right here on your bed… I'm going to cum…!"

Her back arched hard off the mattress.

Still trembling, Eleanor tried to sit up, but her legs gave out.

*thud*

"Ah-" She slipped off the edge of the mattress and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

Completely naked, she stayed on her hands and knees for a moment, breathing hard.

Her full breasts hung heavily beneath her, swaying with every shaky breath.

She began to crawl.

Her breasts swung and jiggled with every movement of her arms.

Her ass shifted side to side as she made her way across the floor toward the tall closet on the far wall.

"Where does he keep them…" she muttered under her breath. "I just want… something that smells like him…"

She reached the closet and pulled the first door open.

Nothing but neatly hung shirts and jackets.

She crawled to the next section and opened it. Pants and academy uniforms. The third door finally revealed drawers of undergarments.

Eleanor pulled one open with eager fingers.

Inside, there were several pairs of clean boxers.

She grabbed the top pair and immediately pressed it against her face, burying her nose in it and inhaling deeply.

Her shoulders slumped a second later.

"…It's washed."

She sounded genuinely disappointed. She sniffed again, harder, pressing the soft fabric against her nose and mouth, but only the clean scent of detergent filled her senses.

"Tch… " she muttered, still holding the boxers to her face.

Her other hand drifted back between her legs almost without thinking, lazily stroking her sensitive pussy as she knelt naked on the floor, sniffing the clean underwear in quiet frustration.

Still holding the clean pair of boxers, Eleanor crawled away from the closet on her hands and knees.

She made her way into the small attached bathroom.

In the corner near the laundry hamper, there was a low open box of clothes and she saw a few pairs of dark boxers tossed carelessly together.

Eleanor's eyes lit up the moment she saw them.

"There…" she whispered.

She crawled closer and reached into the box with one hand.

Her fingers closed around a pair of slightly worn black boxers.

She pulled them immediately pressed them hard against her nose and mouth, inhaling deeply.

A low, shaky moan escaped her.

"Nngh… yes…"

Klein's natural musky scent mixed with faint sweat and the warmth of his body.

Eleanor closed her eyes and breathed it in again, pressing the unwashed boxers tightly to her face.

"Ahh… this is him…" she murmured against the fabric. "It smells so strong… nngh… so good…"