In a dimly lit room, a woman reclines in a chair, one leg draped casually over the armrest. A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she watches through an unseen lens.
"Oh, my," she muses, her tone dripping with amusement. "My foolish disciple has chosen a human as his idol. I have to admit, I admire his audacity." Her smile widens, her eyes glinting with intrigue.
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After the lecture ended, I went home. This routine has been on repeat for about a week now— wake up, go to class, sit through lectures, head to Myra's apartment, then to Vera's restaurant and her office, where I usually end up fucking her.
