Chapitre 13: Chapter 13- Drenched~1
Kuri has never felt this satisfied before. She had slept with some male escorts out of curiosity before but even the experienced techniques of those guys weren't anywhere near what Ryouya provided just by his hands.
For a moment there, she lost her consciousness, that hard he brought her to climax. Her whole body was bathed in the afterglow of that nirvanic sensation Kuri went through for the first time.
However, she was now satisfied with just the massage for the time being, and holding Ryouya in her office more than this would be suspicious.
'But still...how can he trigger each of my sweet spots...a genius masseur?' Kuri doubts whether she would ever be able to get satisfied by a masseur other than Ryouya in the future.
Buttoning her shirt and fixing her skirt, she pulled out Ryouya's phone from the drawer before inching close to him.
"I hope you won't be bragging about this session to anyone." Hearing her words, Ryouya's expression remained still, making Kuri slightly nervous
Though she knows that no one would believe his words, given how isolated Ryouya generally remains and also since he doesn't have any evidence. However, still being in the rumor was something that could directly affect her life, if she didn't retain caution.
"And what about the case? Don't tell me, you are going back on your words." Kuri was surprised to hear such a strict and cold tone, which indicated how her image in his eyes had shifted dramatically after this small happenstance between them.
But Kuri didn't mind it. Given, how blissful and energized she was feeling after that euphoric squirting, she could forgive him even if he kissed her at the moment.
'Well, it's better I retain my first kiss for my dear fiancé.'
Brushing off her needless thoughts, she went toward the table where her purse was kept before she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
The call connected after the first ring before Kuri relayed a simple command and disconnected the call, "Burn it."
Throwing the phone onto the couch, she looked at Ryouya's raised brows as she affirmed his suspicion, "I have gotten rid of the footage a little guy made of you bashing Sato-kun, yesterday. Don't attempt such stunts again."
Kuri was about to walk toward her table and arrange the materials for the last class of the day when suddenly Ryouya's voice rang in her senses.
"And why should I believe that you actually took care of the case?"
"Hoh~" The attitude of the young man has shifted like he has just been used as a pleasure-feeding whore and now demanding a sum in return.
Walking toward the boy with her pencil heel clattering on the ground with each of her steps, Kuri brought herself to a pause just inches away from him with her violet eyes never breaking the contact.
"Do you have any other option other than believing in what I say?"
His expression contoured in a frown...a reaction Kuri desired. She might have been at the mercy of his hands some moments ago, but now, she was back to her natural self.
Seeing his troubled expression, Kuri decided that she shouldn't tease him any further considering how she might need his assistance in the future.
"Don't worry, the police in chief of this case is a good friend of mine. She would handle everything so go back to class and pretend nothing happened yesterday, alright?"Cupping his left cheek, she spoke in a much softer tone, that seemed to have surprised the boy.
However, he didn't say anything further and after a brief nod, left the office.
Seeing his departing figure, Kuri stretched her body a little before muttering under her breath, "I feel energized enough to compete in a marathon..."
She was going to finish all her pending work today.
*****
After leaving the office room, Ryouya strolled toward the main building with his mind cluttered with numerous thoughts regarding two glaring matters.
First was, of course, he wasn't sure whether this matter with Sato had settled down or not and the second was this unexpected incident that occurred with his teacher.
Despite how she presented herself today, Ryouya has always admired Kuri who was one of the best teachers in the school. Despite being rude at times, she always helps her students in one way or another.
And that same woman was moaning and trembling under him while begging for him to keep going.
'Fuck...I need to divert my mind...'
[Or better command your dick to not rise. Unlike humans and other creatures, you can control your lust until you have enough demonic energy.]
Ryouya raised his brows upon seeing the message appearing.
'You mean...I can calm my boner down voluntarily?'
It would be best if he could do that in the morning when his pole remains visibly erect even from underneath a thick converter. He always thought his thing was a little too large...but now it made sense.
[You need to learn how to control Demon particles and your own body. And to do that, you need to use your skills on command. Thankfully, that bitch of a teacher has provided you with double the amount of DE(demonic energy) than you had to use on her for those pleasure-detecting eyes.]
Reading the texts, Ryouya found his head tilting in confusion for various things.
Taking away the technical parts of Demonic particles and such, Ryouya's confusion emerged from the last section of the Guide's text.
'She gave me demonic energy....how?' This question was something he wanted to ask since morning, as from what Ryouya remembered he...he had just fingered his mother and not used his tongue to...
'Oh gosh, what am I thinking...'
In summary, he never consumed her womanly juice nor did he bring his mouth anywhere near when Kuri was orgasming today, yet his demonic energy was refilled somehow.
If Ryouya's basic theory was right then he has to either do the deed with a woman or at least intake their love juices in order to maintain his Demonic energy thingy.
Yet...
[Ryouya...your sweat pores don't just release but it absorbs things as well...]
Reading the words, Ryouya's feet came to an immediate halt before he read the texts once again.
*Tremble*
A shiver ran down his spine upon discovering something new about his body...which surely was disturbing as hell.
"Let's not talk about that for now..." Ryouya decided to continue the topic once he returned home. There were a lot of things to consider and contemplate. And this system was just dropping random shits like it was nothing to get concerned about.
'I hope I don't suddenly begin to possess tentacles and stuff...'
****
The class was attending the last lecture of the day and just when some minutes of the period was left, Kuri walked in.
"Kuri-sensei, huh...Well, I hope you are fine."
The bespectacled middle-aged man who teaches literature to class patted Ryouya on the shoulder before telling him to take his seat.
Everyone fears her bad temper, and to be kept in the same room as Kuri for more than an hour and a half...utterly horrifying.
However, maybe only Ryouya knows in the school about that perverted side of Kuri which she hides masterfully behind that mask.
Taking his seat, Ryouya noticed that the sweet scent he sensed this morning was no longer around...and so was the President.
'Must be out for council work...'
Though the question remained, why did she carry such a peculiar fragrance?
****
After the school came to an end, Ryouya had to help the teacher by carrying the notebooks to the teacher's block.
He has always volunteered in these kinds of works to gain cookie points but today he really didn't want to remain at school anymore.
But alas...
"Thank you, Ryouya-kun. Students like you always become a successful person in their lives."
Bowing to the teacher Ryouya walked out of the teacher's block when he noticed the clouds were grumbling and small droplets were already falling down the sky.
"Luckily I have this..." Pulling out a small umbrella, Ryouya had to hurriedly pull it above his head since the rain soon turned into a downpour.
*CRACKLE*
Making his way toward the exit, Ryouya noticed a familiar person walking slowly toward the exit while being already drenched.
Since most of the students had already left, considering tomorrow was a holiday, Ryouya tried finding anyone around who could help the soaking girl, but he found no one.
'Tch....this girl...' Clicking his tongue, Ryouya ran toward the familiar redhead and positioned her inside the shade of the umbrella.
"Do you wanna get sick or something, Chiaki?"
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A/N: No, she just wanna get wet, hehe~
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