K A I R O S' P. O. V:
"So Jonah, huh?"
"Elan, huh?" Throwing a sarcastic look at her red headed friend, I trailed my eyes over tressia's every action. From the playful yet annoyed glint in her eyes, to how she bit her lip distractedly, and the way she sat upright, languidly swiping at her phone.
Aniysa-- I remember, Rosanna's closest friend, nudged at her friend with a sly grin, then nodded at me, sending a mischievous wink when she had my attention. Her gestures were quite confusing, but realization set in, and I understood.
My lips tilted upwards and a surge of satisfaction filled my heart, knowing I was associated with tressia as her love interest. But who's Jonah? My smile faded instantly and I made a mental note to search through the school records of the boy named Jonah.
That aside, I knew how much people described the look in my eyes; intense. And if anyone was quite keen and observant, they'd notice how my eyes always settled on the dark haired girl whenever I glanced up from my workload of papers.
I was too fvcking obvious. But somehow the girl was denser than I expected-- still, I couldn't blame her. My facade was topnotch. She had no clue of the thoughts that raced my mind with her being in my presence. And even in her absence, my desires seemed to lit my crotch blue.
Tressia's eyes locked on mine, and the thrill of wanting something I couldn't and shouldn't have, almost cracked the calm expression I held. Goodness knows I shouldn't be lusting after my student for all the wrong reasons, but here I was. Trying to shove the primal urge to- Rael, shut up.
I scolded the dark haired creature whose existence was to make my life unbearable. I didn't even have a safe place in my mind-- everytime getting interrupted by the intrusive thoughts of Rael.
He's a b*tch.
And I remember he is me. I scowled. Reminds me of the days where I'd cuss Luther and be terribly aware we're related and most of the insults are directed to me at the end. It's downright annoying but I'd like to think Luther was the adopted one most times.
Rosanna's eyes held inquisition as she stared at me but I merely looked away in return, focusing once more on my work.
'Date: 05/09/2023.
Location: Tazar, City of Astral.
Case: Zombie outbreak.
Code: Yellow'.
One would think the great admiral would be given a little break from his responsibilities as a crown prince, but Nazia made it clear my decision to join the battlefield would under no circumstances, impede my position as a Prince.
'Say, what is the best way to retrieve information from a suicidal spy? Elan did suggest we withhold it's request until it begged for it. However recently we've been running out on the good quality poison-- perhaps it's time for a peaceful alternative? Less bloody for Ava to clean. Maybe we make it rot internally?'
Duke of Ace, Krito Ace, had become a disposable thing the moment the spy became impatient. We were so close to tracking his Employee's whereabouts until the little b*stard thought it wise to take hasty actions.
'Fool.'
The one thing the useless man could've fulfilled is have his death be a memorial to the victory of Nazians, but unfortunately, the grey haired man preferred dungeons and screams of terror. Now we lost the track of finding the madman who unleashed this virus.
I flipped the document shut with a cold expression. And stood up from my chair, walking towards the group of students who'd already filled the classroom.
'They better be prepared today.' I thought grimly.
Maybe it was petty of me but I've never heard of a superior having a difficult time and the subjects having it easy. Wait, no. I am simply doing this for the good of the students. The harder a teacher is, the higher the student flies. Yes? Yes.
A sadistic smile came on my lips as I addressed them, "Good day, Class. Glad to see you all doing well."
Sincerely stating, they looked like sh*t. Haggard looks, eye bags, hunched figures and weary eyes. Save for a few. The institution was going extra tough and everyone from each department was having it strenuous, but drastic situations have always called for drastic measures.
There was no peace talking to an army of undead, a mad scientist and revolutionary groups who preferred blood over all alternatives. So, it was justifiable.
Class began and followed the usual procedures, nothing out of ordinary. And the sound of their groans were quite pleasant, threatening them with my eyes was also an effective move to keep them training, regardless how much some of them wished me dead. Everything fitted perfectly.
Few minutes after seven and class session was a over. And my mood was lifted by the end of it all. And not by the innate urge to torture my students, but watching tressia like the creep I've come to acknowledge myself as.
But who's gonna know?
Exactly.
I waited in the classroom for Rosanna, absentmindedly flipping my files, portraying a busy front when I knew half- if not most of my senses, were occupied from the overwhelming scent of my mate.
I knew she lingered in the room, silently waiting for everyone to leave and then we'd have our extra session as discussed. But why did that seem perverted? No, it must be your mind.
(A/N: Yes, yes I broke the third wall.)
"Rosanna," I called out, swiping all my documents into my spatial ring.
"Yes?" She looked up at me from her phone, brown eyes glowing with a honey tint under the golden lights and my enhanced vision.
"Extra lessons?" It wasn't a question that needed an answer, as there already was one. But I don't think I should miss the chance to tease Rosanna. Saying such words with a smirk and teasing undertone surely would bring the wrong idea.
But we weren't exactly in a professional relationship, were we? I long crossed the line from the begining.
She blushed slighly, looking adorkable as her cheeks puffed up with a lowered gaze. Times like this the defenses I knew she had within seemed to fall.
Rosanna was quite normal in her actions, but with my stalker skills, I'd soon discovered that she might be the extremely defensive type on the inside. With a kind of facade that seemed open but was inaccessible. Like a public park that was prohibited.
Our mate bond should've made her more willing, needy, touchy and emotional, but Rael and I were aware psychological problems stopped her from experiencing the full thrill that had me needing to touch, feel or suck her every second.
And these little moments where tressia's facade fell, she looked too adorable I felt slightly pitiful for her unfortunate transmigration.
"When do we start?" She asked.
"Now." I said, standing up from my relaxed sitting position and walking forward with large strides.
I arrived at her front and stood a few steps away from tressia, the dark skinned girl watching me with little caution. Stretching my hand out to her, I said.
"Come, let's go."
"Where?" She questioned, slipping her slender, soft hands into my palm. I gripped her hand tightly, but released my strong hold when she flinched.
"Lake of Madonia."
"Huh-" Tressia's protest was cut off when our surroundings warped as we traversed through space and time.
I stealthily wrapped an arm around her waist, firstly for the intent to steady her balance and secondly- that's all on Rael.
I could hear the creature's protest and Rael sending signal messages along the lines of; 'Conniving b*stard, why do you always blame me for every desire you possess?' But as the one in control, I ignored him.
The tingles from our contact almost made me purr but I held it in. Rosanna huffed and breathed in slowly, calming her erratic heart as she leaned, somewhat nestling into my arms for support. And I held her patiently until she withdrew with an angry stomp and menacing glare.
"You." She said, eyes squinted at me.
"Yes?" I quirked a brow in response.
"Goodness, Kairos-"
I loved the way she called my name. And I'd love it even more if it was when she moaned and shaked under my body, legs wrapped-
"-why you can't just give a warning?! My heart was this close to taking a trip to the moon and-"
Her eyes darted and took in the scenery of our environment. The place we stood, was the Lake of Madonia. Rosanna's eyes softened, looking around with lips parted in slight amazement.
"Wait," Shock was expressed on her features. "Lake of Madonia?" Tressia questioned in disbelief.
"Yes." I smiled lightly, placing my hand on her back as I lead her- like a puppet to my strings, to the deeper ends of the mystical forest.
She didn't protest, eyes in total amazement and curiosity. Anger forgotten as I skillfully maneuvered our way around the giant trees and hanging branches which extended with golden leaves.
"Why are we here?" Rosanna whispered, in a trance by the natural beauty and phenomenon of this site. It was a natural response to anyone who'd come here for the first time.
"To train." I grinned evilly and I felt her freeze, dread coming upon her features in an instant. Her earlier lovely expressions becoming a mixture of terror, uncertainty and fear.
While I wouldn't advise her to have her emotions work her up, Rosanna had every right to feel that way and considering what I had in store for my tressia, she should.
I urged her to move forward, pressing on her back firmly but gently, and holding the branches above our heads. Then she began to walk with unease, our figure getting closer to the area I prepared for our late night sessions.
Again, why did that seem perverted?
Must be Rael. Yes, Rael.