"I'm afraid I cannot let you do that," Ryuen replied blankly.
But as she leaned closer, the wet fabric clung to her skin, revealing enough to make him frown.
Still, Ryuen had the self-control of a monk.
He wouldn't dare defy the king's daughter, especially while he remained a prisoner.
"I'm not interested, and besides, I wouldn't dare touch the daughter of a man who has been good to ," he said firmly.
She smiled in response.
Erina closed the gap between them, her hands returning to rest around his neck.
"You'd have to be a deity to even think about touching ," she smirked. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, almost sinister.
In the dark, one could mistake them for floating balls of light
"But you could earn it," she whispered, her tone soft yet provocative.
Ryuen stared at her in disbelief. The second their eyes t, the thought crossed his mind:
"You're a Yandere?"
"A what?" Erina asked calmly, her fingers already pulling the bands from his hair, one hand combing through it gently.
"Never mind," Ryuen muttered, finally letting his hands rest on her waist.
He sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly, though disappointnt lingered in his mind.
While his peers were out frolicking with their lovers and friends.
He found himself caught in these strange, uncomfortable situations.
Most of them likely had body counts higher in romance than he did in kills, and his one "romantic" encounter? A setup.
Still, he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed that fleeting mont.
The girl had been beautiful, sweet, and perfect—too perfect.
She had a great voice, was an incredible cook, a perfect lover, and sohow managed to balance being both submissive and dominant.
In bed, she was skilled.
Her kisses? Divine.
Her attitude, her body, her entire being was the embodint of what parents dream of for their sons.
And yet, he hadn't cared.
She was too perfect, and perfection bored him. Besides, he wasn't perfect himself—so why would he want soone who was?
Still, it had been years since he'd allowed himself to be touched intimately.
Even his aura made others cautious and scared.
He was the kind, approachable teacher at the academy, but at beyond the walls of the school, he was the cold, heartless man cloaked in shadows.
"You're sothing else, you know that?" he muttered, gazing into Erina's glowing crimson eyes, catching his reflection in them.
Erina's smirk widened. "I'll take that as a complint," she said, pushing her fingers deeper into his hair. "You should wear your hair like this more often. It suits you."
She wasn't wrong, but the wolf cut reminded him of his past—a past he wasn't keen on revisiting.
"I'll consider it," he replied curtly, his gaze shifting toward the door as he silently hoped that soone would Walts in.
Erina tilted her head with a sly smile. "You're fun to be around, Ryuen, I'll give you that. But don't forget—I won't stop here."
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. .
"Five hours. And if possible, we could spend the night here."
"And if I refuse?" he asked, still keeping his cool.
Her gaze darkened, the playful smirk turning into sothing far more dangerous.
"If you do, that Haruka girl who likes you so much might lose an eye."
His brow arched. "Is that a threat, or are you just bluffing?"
"Why don't you ask Aika what happened when she took my sword?" she chuckled softly, her laughter echoing through the room.
Sweet as it sounded, the undertone, was diabolic and oddly terrifying.
Ryuen didn't flinch.
Instead, he smirked, lowering his hands to rest atop her hips before moving slightly lower.
"Hey... what do you think you're doing?" she asked, glancing back at his hands, her confidence faltering ever so slightly.
"Watch ," he replied, his tone daring.
"Don't you da—" Her words trailed off as she flinched when his hands closed, squeezing the unexpected softness beneath his fingers.
He was very stunned by the feeling, yet he didn't show it.
His composure remained unshaken, his expression unreadable, while Erina, for once, appeared caught off guard.
A soft chuckle escaped Ryuen's lips as Erina rested her head on his chest, her face flushed and her whole body radiating heat.
It was the result of what he had done, yet she seed to like it.
Erina bit her lip hard and pushed her face closer to his chest.
"Ahh, I feel so embarrassed," she mumbled, swaying her hips side to side. "You're so an. Why would you do that?"
"Because you threatened to hurt my student," Ryuen replied, leaning back against the tub.
"You're really soft, though. I'm actually surprised such large..."
THWACK!
The sharp sound echoed through the room, resonating back and forth as her hand connected with his cheek—without warning.
Ryuen's head snapped to the side from the force of the slap.
Almost imdiately, a faint red imprint began to form on his skin.
For a mont, there was nothing but silence, save for the faint ringing in Ryuen's ears.
His cheek stung, but instead of anger, he remained calm, blinking several tis.
"Hmm," he murmured, gently touching his face.
"That was... sothing."
Erina, still standing there with her hand mid-air, gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassnt as realization struck her.
"Oh my gods! I—I'm so sorry! I didn't an to—"
Ryuen slowly turned his head back to her, a strange smirk tugging at his lips.
"Don't be," he said, his tone calm and almost amused.
"This is the first ti I've been slapped for... well, this reason. I'd call it an accomplishnt."
Erina blinked at him, utterly confused. "An accomplishnt? Are you out of your mind?"
He chuckled softly, rubbing his cheek as though savoring the sting.
"Think about it. Most people just blush and ask for more. But a slap? That's personal. That takes effort."
Her jaw dropped. "You're insane," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I can't believe I'm apologizing to you right now."
"And yet, here you are," Ryuen said with a playful smirk, tilting his head slightly.
"Apology accepted, by the way. Although..." He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.
"Next ti, aim a little softer. I might not survive another one."
Erina stared at him, caught between irritation and disbelief. "You're unbelievable."
"I get that a lot," Ryuen replied nonchalantly as he raised himself up and stretched casually, as though the slap had reset him.
Before Erina could retort, the door creaked open, and Yuta poked his head inside. His expression was a mixture of worry and hesitation.
"Ryuen," Yuta said quietly, his gaze shifting from Ryuen to Erina, who simply waved with a smile.
"Oh, am I interrupting sothing?"
Ryuen shook his head, still glad Yuta had finally spoken up. "Is sothing wrong?"
"Can I talk to you? It's... very important," Yuta replied, his voice steady but urgent.
Ryuen imdiately straightened, the playful smirk fading as he caught the unease in Yuta's tone.
"Yeah, sure," he replied, gesturing for Yuta to co in.
Erina crossed her arms, her crimson eyes darting between them with curiosity and skepticism.
"I'll leave you two to your... important talk," she muttered, leaning close to Ryuen as she chuckled softly.
"Next ti, you won't escape so easily," she whispered before stepping out of the bath, her flawless figure visible under the wet fabric.
She didn't care as she strode past Yuta without a second glance—though she did cast him a brief, icy glare.
As the door closed behind her, Ryuen turned to Yuta, his expression softening into one of calm concern, almost paternal.
"Alright," Ryuen said, folding his arms. "What's going on?"
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