Chapter 93: 80 - Glimpse II
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 ruined. 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 intercourse with her, bit my neck, made me enjoy her breasts, then made me reach 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 alright?"
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 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."
My god. This was a signal. This was undeniably a signal. Sweat poured down my back, my heart pounding a frantic drum against my ribs.
But... I had to answer. I had to prove I was worthy of this divine honor. I had to seize this moment.
"Y-y-yes! S-s-s..."
"Selene Sis."
I did it.
I really did it!
I wanted to dance. I wanted to prostrate myself. I wanted to compose a hymn of praise.
Perhaps this was... the highest form of blessing.
And I never expected it to come in this form.
My vision was blurring, the edges of the world fading to black.
This was it. My final moments.
And what were my dying thoughts?
Not about world peace, not about my family, not about my magical studies. No, my utterly pathetic, degenerate mind could only cling to one image.
Selene-senpai’s crotch.
Damn it all! I’d spent my entire life trying to be proper, trying to uphold the Lovecraft name, trying to be the perfect student. And this is how I go out? Thinking about my senior’s exquisite, perfectly maintained mound? This is not a cool way to die!
Not heroic at all!
I always knew Senior Selene was beautiful, graceful, powerful... but her crotch? It was a work of art. The way the light caught the delicate, soft hair, perfectly trimmed like a manicured garden. The hint of flushed skin, the tantalizing curve that promised untold wonders.
It was just... pristine.
Pristine! How could something so... divine... exist?
I wish I could have seen it properly.
Just once.
A clear, unhindered view.
Not just those fleeting, accidental glimpses.
The scent, the texture, every single perfect detail.
Was it as soft as it looked? As inviting as my mind desperately screamed it would be?
This is my biggest regret. My final, burning desire.
Not to save the world, not to master forbidden magic, but to worship at the altar of Senior Selene’s glorious, tantalizing crotch.
