บท 15: Threatening Courtney

"N.. Nathan?" Courtney muttered, her expression twisting into anger. "H.. How dare you! Disgusting! I will tell Jason, and he will bea-"

"Where do you think you're going?" I gripped her arm, pulling her back to the junction and trapping her against the wall once more.

"L-Leave! Help.. Mnnnn!" Her voice was muffled as I covered her mouth with my hand.

Fear flashed in Courtney's eyes as she struggled against my grip.

My demeanor was a far cry from the bored classmate she once knew. I no longer needed to conceal my true nature. And yet, she had yet to witness the extent of my darkness.

She wriggled and pushed against me, but I held firm, overpowering her with ease.

Was she afraid of being taken advantage of? Did she truly believe I would defile her in such a place?

But I couldn't deny the desire that stirred within me, the urge to claim her, especially while she remained untouched.

"Stop now," I commanded, my voice cold and unwavering as I revealed my phone.

Displayed on the screen was a damning video, capturing every moment of our illicit encounter thus far. Courtney had been too preoccupied with her own pleasure to notice me recording it.

I always calculated my moves carefully, and I knew she would be compelled to keep quiet once she saw the evidence.

Courtney's eyes widened in shock as she watched the footage, her pleasured expression starkly contrasted against her current state of distress.

"Do you want me to show this to everyone? Believe me, I have enough battery to do so," I taunted, a smirk playing on my lips.

With my phone as leverage, I had effectively silenced Courtney for the time being.

"What would your beloved Jason think seeing you moaning under my touch?" I asked.

Courtney stopped struggling.

At last she still liked Jason.

Little did Courtney know, she was head over heels for Jason, utterly oblivious to the fact that he saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything. If he had his say, he'd likely discard her like yesterday's news and move on to the next conquest without a second thought.

See, Jason was all about appearances. Juggling multiple relationships at once? It was all about maintaining that pristine image, ensuring he had a steady supply of fresh faces to adorn his arm. But dating several girls concurrently came with its own set of risks, jeopardizing his chances with the other beauties on his radar – like Siara, Aisha, and Gwen. So, naturally, he'd toss them aside like worn-out toys, all to keep his options open and his reputation intact.

And then there was me, the antithesis of Jason's shallow tactics. Sure, I could see the appeal of playing the field, but I couldn't bring myself to stoop to his level. Unlike him, I wasn't about to concoct elaborate schemes or manipulate emotions to win over a girl. No, when it came to matters of the heart, I preferred a more straightforward approach – if I wanted someone, I'd pursue them earnestly, no mind games or ulterior motives involved. Once they were mine, they were mine, simple as that. No need for elaborate schemes or endless rotations of partners.

"Courtney?" A whisper suddenly rang in the corridor.

No doubts, it's Jason.

His footsteps approached.

Courtney made a move to leave, but I firmly grasped her hand, my gaze piercing as I spoke. "Do you want him to see us like that?"

She shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with fear.

"Then keep quiet," I ordered, silencing her with my hand once more.

"Mnn~" Her muffled moan escaped her lips as I palmed her breasts, feeling their softness beneath my touch.

"You've got quite the pair, Courtney," I remarked with a smirk, continuing to massage them.

She didn't resist, though she fought to suppress any further sounds of pleasure.

I buried my nose in her neck, inhaling her scent with satisfaction. She smelled of fresh soap, a sign that she had recently bathed.

"Hn❤️!" Her eyes fluttered shut as I sensually licked her cheeks, eliciting a shiver that ran through her entire body.

Her muted moans only fueled my desire to tease her further, but I knew Arthur had returned to his room.

Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her mouth.

"Haa… haaa…" Courtney sank to the ground, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment and arousal.

With this morning's encounter fresh in my mind, along with the events that had just transpired, and of course my absurd luck, I knew she was now within my grasp.

"I'll delete the footage after a month. Until then, keep your legs closed," I instructed before pulling up my hood and making my exit.

To avoid any further encounters in the corridor, I chose to leap out of the second-floor window.

With my newfound body, I landed in the garden below unscathed, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.

I couldn't help but be captivated by the celestial glow of the moon, its luminous beams casting an enchanting spell over the garden below.

"Nathan?"

The sound of my name pulled me from my moonlit reverie, and I shifted my gaze downward, only to be met with another sight to behold.

There she stood, bathed in the moon's gentle radiance, Aisha – a vision of Japanese beauty personified. Her long, sleek hair cascaded down her back in a neat ponytail, framing her dark eyes that seemed to hold a universe of secrets.

Clad in a training suit similar to the one she wore earlier in the day, Aisha gripped a wooden sword in her hand, her movements fluid and purposeful as she practiced her swings in the quiet of the night.

Talk about impeccable timing.

Aisha Miura, not exactly a close friend, but we shared a decent rapport as classmates, forged during a particularly grueling group project where the other members were utterly useless. It was a bond born out of necessity rather than genuine camaraderie, but we exchanged pleasantries nonetheless.

"What brings you out here?" Aisha inquired, her voice breaking the tranquil silence as she lowered her sword.

"The same could be asked of you, Aisha," I replied, lowering my hood to reveal my face.

"I'm training," she stated simply, gesturing to her wooden weapon.

"Didn't you get your fill this morning with Oscar?" I quipped, curious about her nocturnal activities.

Aisha shook her head, a solemn expression crossing her features. "It's not enough, not with the looming dangers ahead."

I nodded in understanding, making a move to depart, but Aisha's question halted me in my tracks.

"Where are you off to, Nathan?" She asked.

"Just...needed some fresh air," I muttered, hoping to brush off the question and disappear into the night.

"Outside the castle?" She questioned, her voice now laced with seriousness.

I nodded in confirmation. "Yes."

"It's against the rules for any of us to venture beyond the castle walls alone, especially at night. It's for our own safety," Aisha reminded me, her words weighted with caution.

I flashed her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll tread carefully, and I'm armed," I assured her, gesturing to the sword secured at my side.

Aisha regarded me silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. "If you're not back within three hours, I'll have no choice but to alert everyone," she warned.

"Got it, Aisha," I replied, acknowledging her ultimatum with a nod.

What I admired most about Aisha was her straightforwardness. Despite her seemingly aloof demeanor, she possessed a genuine concern for others, a quality that resonated deeply with me.

I couldn't shake the feeling that she was onto my carefully crafted facade – the deliberate underperformance in academics and the calculated aloofness in my behavior. During our collaboration on the group project, I had inadvertently revealed glimpses of my true nature, and I suspected that Aisha had caught on. Yet, she chose not to pry or question my motives, a testament to her respect for privacy and boundaries.

Aisha Miura was the one person in our class whom I desired above all others, even more so than my own step sisters. However, I knew I had to tread cautiously with her. She was sharp, perceptive, and far too intelligent to be manipulated or coerced.

Threats were out of the question; with Aisha, honesty and respect were the only currency worth trading in.

I wanted her to moan under me with a genuine pleasured smile.