Chapter 92: 79 - Glimpse I
As I was getting dressed—more precisely, pulling on the top part of my uniform—I involuntarily glanced over at her. A faint murmur escaped my lips, laced with exhaustion, yet underscored by a thread of genuine concern.
"Are you alright?" I murmured, exhausted but a little worried.
"Yes, Senior Selene," she replied.
Her voice was flat. Cold. Unnervingly neutral.
But then... I caught it.
A fleeting flicker.
I swear to God, for a brief instant, I felt her eyes on me.
A quick, darting movement, as if she were peeking.
Perhaps she was merely hesitant, overcome by shyness in my presence.
Or maybe, just maybe, she was playing coy, secretly desiring more than she let on. Or could it be... that this strange behavior was only because of my revered status?
This girl, Azalea, this quiet cat, was far more polite than Kairi when she was with me.
But who knew what would happen if I just kept quiet? Who could truly know what insidious thoughts swirled beneath that serene exterior, if I didn’t probe?
Ah, well. Never mind.
If this truly stemmed from my status, it was possible she genuinely considered all of this incredibly improper—just like the Lovecraft family, steeped in ethics and honor.
Suddenly, a wicked, playful idea slithered into my mind.
It felt... incomplete, utterly unsatisfying if a Selene—that is to say, I—didn’t partake in the time-honored tradition of teasing her juniors.
It was practically a rite of passage, wasn’t it?
A playful assertion of seniority, a gentle push of boundaries.
In Kairi’s custom vocabulary, she’d probably call her "kouhai."
Hmm, that word, despite its Japanese origin, did sound rather cute.
Sweet. Tempting.
It carried the potential for misunderstandings of truly divine, catastrophic proportions. It begged to be used in a way that would twist innocent minds.
What if I called her that?
The mere thought of it sent a thrill through me, making me want to laugh out loud.
If her reaction was exaggerated, overly flustered, it would undeniably become a moment too precious not to be permanently etched into my favorite mental album, a cherished memory of delightful torment.
My dirty thoughts began to snowball. If this were one of Kairi’s anime, a scene like this would definitely be classified as ’fanservice,’ wouldn’t it?
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Maximizing strategic advantage.
Especially, with the possibility of her peeking at me... and, perhaps, being in a rather... biologically active state.
When else would such a golden opportunity present itself?
A perfect moment to casually unveil my sexy body with the maximum possible emotional impact, to sear this image into her eager, impressionable mind.
To leave her breathless, craving for more.
Alright, next... the moment of execution.
I mentally replayed the scenario, refining each calculated movement, each precisely chosen word.
"Azalea kouhai-kun..." I purred, my voice a silken thread, barely above a whisper.
Did she react? Was my bait taken?
"Uh-uh, yes Senior Selene?" Her reply was a breathless stammer, a clear sign of her fluster.
Her body visibly trembled. Like a delicate leaf caught in the violent throes of a hurricane.
So utterly fragile.
How amusing.
She really should be grateful.
This was, in a way... a blessing. A rare, tantalizing blessing from above. Perhaps, deep down, in her innocent little heart, she knew that.
This delightful torment was a gift.
You two—Azalea and Kairi—are truly two-faced b*****s.
Both so meticulously proper on the surface, so prim and demure, yet so utterly, delightfully corrupt beneath. You’re both brimming with hidden desires, just waiting to be unleashed.
Good. I’ll make you jealous, Azalea. I’ll twist that little, pure heart of yours until it aches with a bitter, consuming envy. I’ll make you writhe.
"How is Kairi? Has she regained consciousness, or is she still sleeping, kouhai-kun?"
Of course, I clearly knew the answer. Every single detail. But this question wasn’t about extracting information. It was a test. A delicious, manipulative little trap designed to gauge her reaction, to see if she’d crack under the pressure of jealousy.
And that Kairi, that degenerate sl*t... she truly believed I was stupid.
Did she truly believe I wouldn’t notice the way her eyes lingered, the way her breath hitched right now remembering him?
What a hypocrite.
"Uh, yeah. S-s-she’s f-f-fine!" Her voice was a nervous stutter, a tell-tale sign of her inner turmoil.
I replied with a small, knowing nod. "Oh, I see..."
My voice was a casual murmur, feigning disinterest.
Time for the final touch. The ultimate mindf*ck.
I picked up a long, silken sock, then deliberately, painstakingly slowed my movements as I pulled it onto my right leg.
Every motion was precise, deliberate, a sensual ballet designed for an audience of one.
SSSSSRRRREEEET
The sound of the fabric stretching, elongating, reverberated in the breathless silence, filling the space between her gasps.
More than enough to bring this poor kouhai to the very brink of fainting. The soft friction of the material against my bare skin, the slow, teasing ascent up my calf and thigh, each deliberate movement designed to heighten her anticipation, to make her utterly desperate for the hidden view.
Azalea, you’re actually far more vulnerable... and far more exquisitely aroused than Kairi could ever hope to be.
Kairi might be a depraved sl*t, but you, my dear, you’re a ticking bomb of repressed, aching desire. You’re bursting at the seams, a delicious morsel of unfulfilled longing.
Then, I subtly opened my legs a little—just enough to provide a carefully framed, almost artistic view with a subliminal, H-rating scenery. A tantalizing glimpse of the sacred, of the forbidden flesh, hinting at the lushness beneath.
I caught a quick, fleeting glance of her face flushing a deep, furious crimson.
That reaction? Utterly hilarious. Simply priceless. Absolutely perfect.
So I continued. Even slower. Even more alluring.
Each movement a deliberate, drawn-out torture, designed to push her to the edge.
And then, at the absolute climax of this exquisite performance...
"Azalea kouhai-kun, you may call me by my name directly, you know."
My voice was soft. Exquisitely, impossibly soft. Like casting a delicate, invisible net to ensnare a captivated butterfly. A net woven from threads of seduction, of forbidden intimacy, drawing her deeper into my web.
* * *
Oh my god! Did she know?!
The thought slammed into my mind like a physical blow.
Did she know I was peeking? Did she know I was observing her every calculated move, every subtle nuance? And even worse... did she know I was thinking those utterly indecent, filthy thoughts about her?
If she did... I’m utterly fucked. My carefully constructed world would collapse.
My reputation, my very being, would be annihilated.
Senior Selene...
She’s an angel! A pure, benevolent hero! A role model, the paragon of virtue!
There’s no way she could possibly know... or do things like that... right?
My mind desperately clung to the last vestiges of her pure image.
Maybe Kairi really was exaggerating.
Her fantasies were too wild, too outlandish, too... depraved.
Too utterly degenerate.
If it were truly Senior Selene, she would surely do it with tender, loving gentleness. Something like:
"My dearest Kairi, may I consume you now~"
Her voice would be a loving purr, filled with warmth and affection.
Or:
"Ah! Not yet, Kairi. Let’s start slowly, alright?"
A gentle command, full of care and consideration.
But Kairi’s story... the things she whispered into my ear...
"She forced me to have fuck with her, bit my neck, made me enjoy her breasts, then made me reaching orgasm repeatedly for hours."
I... I don’t even know how to process that.
The vulgarity, the raw, aggressive sexuality.
It was too wild. Too brutal. Too utterly... Kairi’s exaggeration.
That clearly wasn’t Senior Selene... right?
It couldn’t be. My mind recoiled from the image.
"Are you alrihgt?"
My reverie shattered. She had already put on her top, her movements smooth and efficient now. I answered quickly, my voice a little too high, a little too breathless.
"Yes, Senior Selene." I tried to sound calm, utterly composed, despite having just been caught in the act of ogling her.
By the way... her body just now... it was truly—truly... extraordinary.
Every curve, every line, every hint of flesh had been a work of art.
Kairi was truly the luckiest degenerate in this Olam. She got to experience that.
"Azalea kouhai-kun..."
Huh? Kouhai?
Wait a minute... Is that a new form of "darling"? A term of endearment, whispered to me in such a tantalizing way?
Calm down. Don’t panic. Be ice. Be stone. Don’t let your true feelings show.
I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to answer with composure. "Uh-uh, yes Senior Selene?"
No, I failed! I’m such an idiot!
My body trembled like a chick caught in a rainstorm.
But my heart—oh, my heart was singing. My heart was thumping a grateful rhythm against my ribs, betraying my feigned composure.
"How is Kairi? Has she regained consciousness, or is she still sleeping, kouhai-kun?"
Why was she asking such detailed questions?! My mind reeled. Panic surged, making it impossible to think clearly, to form a coherent thought.
"Uh, yeah. S-s-she’s f-f-fine!" My voice was a strangled stammer.
"Oh, I see..." Her tone was cold.
So cold. As if I were just a pebble on the side of the road, utterly insignificant. For a moment, I felt a stab of disappointment, a pang of shame.
Forgive me, God. Forgive my sinful soul...
But...
But then—I saw it. That movement.
Senior Selene... pulling on a long sock.
Slowly. Delicately. Sensually.
Every movement was a deliberate act of seduction, a visual symphony designed to torture me. The fabric caressing her skin, the subtle flex of muscle, the glimpse of bare thigh.
I actually swallowed hard, almost drooling. My mouth suddenly went dry.
If this was hell, I was willing to stay in it forever. Drown me in this beautiful, agonizing torment.
Was she doing this on purpose?
If she was... then she knew. She knew I was watching. She knew what I was thinking.
Madness. Utter madness.
Her crotch—with the thin, neatly trimmed hair, like a meticulously maintained garden...
No! Shut your f*cking mouth, Azalea!
Don’t ruin this moment! Don’t let those filthy thoughts escape!
"Azalea kouhai-kun..."
"...you may call me by my name directly, you know."
