The lingering question wrecks havock in Londra’s mind, her breath turning slightly agitated as the constant movent under her closed eyelids reveals the Woman’s tenseness.
{Did I rush my approach too much?}
Ponders the Rogue Cadet as his hand keeps resting around Londra’s neck.
Khallyon conversations and interactions with the opposite gender tend to be purely instinctual, logical or based on common sense.
However, the last part of his behavior has gone completely dull after the Reset of the Previous Tiline Iteration, as he never had the inclination to actually learn how to seduce or entice a Woman.
{Maybe I truly need to slow down?, *Sigh*, I an, at least until I have mi mind and body completely synchronized...}
*Knock Knock Knock*
The hits on the door causes displeasure in Khallyon’s expression, his pupils constraining into narrow slits that could give soone a heart attack.
After all, one thing is thinking about wanting to slowdown his actions and take his ti to achieve a certain goal; And another situation, is having the obligation to stop because of an interruption.
The Rogue Cadet is not the only one annoyed with this unforseen mishap, as Instructor Londra recovers the usual sternness of her bearing, or most of it, as her small but powerful hands touch Khallyon’s wrist with a pleasing and pleading touch.
He smirks at the silent petition of the dutiful Woman "Trying to scape before answering?".
"I am not going to scape..."; State the Female Instructor with a subservient and playful intonation, contrasting with the Woman’s serious face, a dissonance that was not seen by the Rogue Cadet "Is the Hunter’s fault for not tracking properly or striking with a decisive blow"...
{She wanted more?!... , *Sigh*, I truly need to learn how to read this type of behavior in others... , *Sigh*, At least I now comprehend completely what Naíndra said about Innate Compatibility and Instinctual Awareness... , Although I think so of this two tendencies can be compensated with practice and perception...}
As expected, Khallyon smirks is replaced by a wild grin; For him, there is nothing more attractive than soone’s truthfulness, regardless of the connotation "Maybe the Hunter didn’t want to do that yet, because He enjoys the sight provided by the chase".
Instructor Londra has a light crack in her stern expression, a more noticeable smile with dimly flushed cheeks; Because if Khallyon is actually "Chasing Her", it ans that he sees her as an actual Woman, not just a One Night Stand, or a booty call to satiate his libidinous needs.
*Knock Knock Knock*
The sound interrupts them again, both sigh with exasperation, as Khallyon ends the hold he has over Londra’s throat, trailing the border of the Woman’s chin before giving a short Kiss.
She doesn’t stay idle, returning the kiss back while touching up her hairstyle, ensuring the bun of her brown hair is in perfect shape after the brute way in which the Rogue Cadet dragged her around.
The mory excites Londra, who has a slight doubt within her, second guessing for a few monts if she should take the chance she has right now; But ultimately, she decides against it, discarding the idea.
*Knock Knock Knock*
Stepping to the side, the Instructor opens the door of her Office; At the other side, there is standing a Young Werewolf Woman.
She has braided silver hair and white greyish fur covering her entire silhouette, which highlights the dark deep blue shade she has in her coquettish irises.
This Female Werewolf is an Instructor, her black leather attire reveals this fact; But her hastiness and the extroverted attitude that is plastered across her furry pretty face, showcase her rookieness and partial immaturity in comparison to the reserved and aloof behavior of Instructor Londra.
"Oops!, Did I interrupt?!"; Say appalled the Female Werewolf, her nose moving to sniff the situation "My Bad!, I hate to cut short your fun Londra, especially when you are not so uptight as I thought, and on top of that, you actually have a good taste in Males".
The New Instructor gives a full scan to Khallyon’s fra, ogling him with extre interest *Woof*, Sorry Londra, I an... , Just look at the specin you caught!, I knew you have it in you!... , With such killer body, *Ahh*, There is no way you don’t use it!".
The Mature Tanned Woman ignores all the blabber ntioned by the Female Werewolf, focusing on the reason behind the latter’s presence "Why are you here Instructor draniss?".
"Right!, Haha, I almost forgot why I ca here because of how Handso your Boyfriend is..."; The Female Werewolf makes a horny grunt, getting slightly ashad at her evident urges *Grhrh* , *Ahem*, Sorry for that, He, He is so juicy that... , *Grhrh*, Can I touch your biceps?".
The question of the extroverted Female Werewolf has an obvious sexual intonation, and before Khallyon can speak and state a clear, No; Londra interjects, scolding the Woman who is blatantly flirting with the Man she wants "Instructor draniss, Refrain yourself from interacting too casually with Cadets or Recruits, if they don’t give their consent, and rember being indecorous only in private".
"Jealous?!"; Exaggeratedly screams the Female Werewolf "Don’t be so controlling or he would lose interest in you regardless of your skills, performance and apparence".
"Instructor draniss"; Say Londra with her usual sternness; However, this ti there is a not so hidden undertone, signaling that is enough playti and the strict Instructor demands an imdiate answer from the rookie "Focus, Why did you call for ?".
The question sends a chilling sensation through the Female Werewolf’s body, shivering slightly; She could be an Instructor too, just like Londra, and even their Access Grade 8 are on par, but the truth is simple, the two are not equals, and she should have present this fact at all tis.
"We have a reunion, the Headmaster Aaron Aldevor didn’t make an announcent because he wants to be discreet, it looked important, so I ca for you first... , Sorry to ddle in your Lovey Dovey Night Londra"...
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