The morning sun bathed the city in a warm, golden light as Nyssa and I walked hand in hand toward the train station. I'd insisted on leaving the car at home this time, curious to experience the public commute Nyssa often talked about.
"This is nice," I said, admiring the bustling streets and the everyday rhythm of the city. It felt… normal, something I didn't often get to enjoy with my family's chauffeur waiting on standby for every little trip.
Nyssa chuckled softly beside me; her eyes sparkling. "You say that now. Let's see how you feel when we actually get on the train."
We reached the station, and I immediately noticed the sharp contrast between the polished halls of the Novar residence and the gritty, well-worn station. The faint smell of grease and metal filled the air, mingling with the aroma of street food vendors just outside.
As the train approached with a loud screech, I turned to Nyssa. "This is... cozy," I muttered, trying to mask my discomfort.
"It builds character," she teased, pulling me onto the train.
Inside, it was crowded. Really crowded. The air was thick with the scent of too many people in too small a space, and I struggled to keep my balance as the train jerked forward.
"This is fine," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "Totally fine."
Nyssa glanced at me, biting back a laugh. "Still enjoying the experience?"
"Absolutely," I deadpanned, gripping the pole tightly as more passengers squeezed in at the next stop.
By the third station, the train was so packed that personal space became a distant memory. I found myself pressed against Nyssa, her back to the wall as I shielded her from the crowd.
"Sorry about this," I murmured, trying to maintain some semblance of distance.
Nyssa looked up at me, her cheeks tinged pink, but her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "You're fine," she said sweetly, her hands resting lightly on my chest.
And then she kissed my neck.
My body went rigid. "Nyssa!" I hissed, my voice a strangled whisper as her lips brushed against my skin again, leaving a trail of heat.
Her green eyes gleamed with playful defiance. "What? It's crowded. No one's paying attention."
"Yeah, but—" I stopped, unable to finish the thought because she'd leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear.
"Focus," she whispered, her tone teasing but firm.
"I am focused," I muttered, glaring at the floor to avoid meeting her gaze. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas.
Nyssa's smile widened as she shifted slightly, her thigh brushing against me. "Really? Feels like you're a little distracted."
"Nyssa," I warned, my voice low, though I knew it lacked any real authority.
She giggled softly, leaning back against the wall. "Alright, alright. Just think of this as extra motivation for the exam. Do well, and maybe I'll reward you later."
Motivation? Sure, let's call it that.
I spent the rest of the train ride staring determinedly at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything except the warmth of Nyssa's body pressed against mine and the lingering ghost of her lips on my neck.
I have to ace this exam. For my sanity, if nothing else.
Arriving at School
When we finally arrived at the station near school, I practically stumbled out of the train, gasping for the slightly fresher air.
"See?" Nyssa said, her voice light with amusement. "Public transit isn't so bad."
I shot her a look, running a hand through my hair. "Sure. Character-building. Let's go with that."
As we walked toward the school gates, the looming pressure of midterms crept back in. But there was something else now—a determination burning brighter than before.
Nyssa had a way of doing that. Turning even the most frustrating moments into something... motivating.
Alright, Henry Novar, I thought as we approached the classroom. Time to show everyone what you're made of.
I was drenched in sweat, my shirt clinging to my back like a second skin. The day had started off rough—midterms were never fun, and now the heat was making it worse. But, I couldn't deny the pride I felt as we made our way through the bustling school gates.
"Hey, check that out!" someone whispered, pointing toward me. The whispers rippled through the crowd like a wave, turning heads and drawing a few glances my way. I didn't blame them. My hair was disheveled, and the sweat glistening on my forehead probably made me look like I had just fought a duel in a sauna.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and stood tall, ignoring the discomfort. "I can still make this work," I thought. With an exaggerated flourish, I posed dramatically by the entrance to the main building, as if I were a hero arriving at the gates of a grand castle. I took a deep breath and let out a half-hearted smile.
Nyssa, who had been following behind, halted in her tracks and stared at me with a flat, unamused expression. Her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to mentally process my ridiculousness. She turned away and walked ahead, leaving me standing there like a lost puppy who had just been scolded.
"Ouch. Tough crowd," I muttered, the embarrassment pricking my pride. I scrambled to catch up, my pride taking a hit but refusing to break. Midterms be damned; the show must go on.
"Good luck," I said, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. She nodded her expression a mix of determination and worry, and walked off toward the prestigious Class 1 building, her orange hair catching the light like a halo. As she moved, a group of girls nearby exchanged glances and giggles, their eyes darting to her retreating figure. I couldn't tell if they were admiring her elegance or envying her for the way she held herself.
I glanced back at the students standing by the gates. A few of them turned to watch our part, their whispers barely audible over the morning din.
"Is that Nyssa Albright?" one girl whispered, her eyes following her with a look that bordered on awe. Another girl nodded, a hint of jealousy in her expression. "Did you see how she walked away? So confident."
Before I could respond, I felt a pang of something sharp twist inside me as I watched the admiration directed at her. I snapped myself out of it, scoffing under my breath. What's the matter with you, Henry? It's not like you don't already know she's amazing.
With a sigh, I shifted my gaze forward and made my way to the exam hall. As I walked, I overheard some mutters from a group of male students loitering by the entrance.
"Look who's strolling in like he owns the place," one said, clicking his tongue.
"Did he actually study, or is this just another 'rich guy' joke?" another added, eyes narrowing at me.
I pushed open the heavy double doors of the classroom, and the buzz of last-minute cramming and tense whispers filled the air. The room reeked of pencil shavings and faint cologne, a mix of nervous energy and determination. I glanced around, catching the eyes of a few classmates who were already elbow-deep in their notes, and noticed a couple of girls stealing glances at me, their eyes wide with something between curiosity and admiration. One of them playfully blew me a kiss before turning back to her books, making the others chuckle and shake their heads.
I rolled my eyes, fighting a grin. Good to know I'm still a distraction. Now if only I could focus on the exam.
As the proctor handed out the test papers, I let my fingers trace the edges before taking a deep breath. The familiar weight of the exam loomed over me, but there was a different kind of confidence this time. I glanced at the first question and smirked, recalling how Nyssa had drilled me on similar ones during our late-night study sessions. Thanks, Nyssa, I thought, feeling a warmth spread through me.
The classroom fell into an intense silence. Each question was like a key unlocking the answers I had worked so hard to prepare for. The sound of scribbling pens, the occasional shuffling of papers, and the deep sighs of those around me created a rhythm that pushed me forward. I was in the zone, each answer coming more easily than the last. By the time I finished, the tension had eased, and I leaned back, pretending to check my work while really soaking in the sense of accomplishment.
The exam proctor called time, and the room was filled with the shuffle of papers and the low groans of my classmates who still had a ways to go. I slipped out of the hall, my mind already drifting to the sight of Nyssa in the corridors, where the soft glow of the overhead lights caught her hair and made her green eyes shine like emeralds. My smile grew as I watched her, proud and relieved that we were one step closer to the finish line.
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When the bell rang, I packed up my notes and slid out of the classroom, my mind buzzing from the exam. The hallway was alive with the murmur of students speculating who would make the top ranks. The tension was palpable, a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. But nothing compared to the sight that greeted me as I stepped outside.
Nyssa was standing near the gates, her orange hair catching the light like fire, her green eyes darting around nervously as if she were expecting someone to leap out and surprise her. The moment she caught sight of me, her face turned a brilliant shade of crimson, and she averted her gaze, clutching her books tightly to her chest.
The crowd around us shifted, and whispers quickly began to rise in volume.
"Isn't that Henry Novar with Nyssa Albright?" someone whispered, their voice filled with awe and envy.
"Look at them together. She's so lucky. Does she even know how rich he is?" a girl added, her voice tinged with jealousy.
"Look at her, though. I heard she's not from a wealthy family. Imagine the drama—rich boy and the poor girl," another chimed in, the gossip spreading like wildfire. A few of the girls around us shot Nyssa looks of envy, but others were grinning, eyes glinting with delight as they whispered about the romantic trope of "the scholar and her idiot boyfriend."
I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath. Oh, this was gold. I walked over and took her hand, careful to avoid making it feel like an act of defiance or a public spectacle. Nyssa stiffened, her fingers trembling, but she clutched my hand back. I could see her shoulders tightening as the whispers grew louder.
A sleek black car pulled up to the curb, the chauffeur stepping out with practiced elegance to open the door for us. The reactions around us ranged from envious gasps to whispered speculation.
"Of course, Novar has a car waiting for him," someone muttered bitterly.
"And he's taking her with him? It's like something out of a drama," another voice added, eyes wide with disbelief.
Nyssa's face flushed deeper as she ducked her head, hiding her smile behind her books. I felt a surge of pride. My Nyssa, the girl who had faced so much and still stood by my side, was the center of attention in the best and most unexpected way. The idea that people were seeing her as my girl made my heart swell.
Inside the car, the air was thick with an energy I could barely contain. Nyssa pressed herself against the far door, avoiding my gaze, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her cheeks were still a bright shade of red, and her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sweater.
"You okay?" I asked, leaning toward her, my voice teasing but soft.
"I-I'm fine!" she squeaked, her voice so high-pitched that it made me smirk. It was adorable seeing her flustered like this again, the contrast of her confidence in public and her shy side with me.
Before she could say anything else, I leaned in and brushed my lips against her neck, just barely, a whisper of a kiss.
"Henry!" she yelped, her voice cracking as her entire face lit up like a traffic light.
"Payback for earlier," I smirk, seeing I'm winning this time.
The driver, who had been glancing at us in the rearview mirror, chuckled softly. "You two can wait till you get back to the hotel, right?"
Nyssa groaned, burying her face in her hands. I leaned back in my seat, smirking triumphantly. The view of her flushed cheeks and the way she hid behind her hands was priceless.
Oh, this round? Definitely mine.
The car ride continued in a deliciously tense silence, with Nyssa now shooting glances at me between her fingers, still blushing. This was just the start, and I was looking forward to what came next.
The hotel suite was as luxurious as always, with its elegant furnishings and expansive view of the city skyline. The sunlight streamed through the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden patterns across the polished marble floor. I dropped my backpack on the couch with a sigh, feeling the weariness of the exam slowly creeping into my muscles.
Nyssa set her bag down next to the window and began unpacking, her graceful fingers moving with practiced ease. I watched her, the way her orange hair caught the light, the gentle curve of her smile as she laid out her notes. For a moment, the quiet hum of the city outside faded, leaving just the two of us.
"You did great today," I said, breaking the silence. The words felt too small compared to the way my heart swelled at the sight of her.
Nyssa looked up, her green eyes meeting mine. "You think so?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice, though her cheeks flushed at the compliment.
I grinned, stepping closer. "I know so. You're incredible, Nyssa." Without thinking, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes widened, and she let out a small, breathless laugh.
"Henry," she said, her voice soft, almost shy. She dropped her gaze, the pink in her cheeks deepening.
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," I teased, giving her a playful nudge. "I'm not going to bite, you know."
Nyssa shot me a sideways glance, her lips twitching into a smile. "I know," she whispered. "But you've been making me nervous lately."
"Good." I winked, and she rolled her eyes, the smile on her lips betraying her amusement.
I began unpacking my own things, pretending to focus on the task. But I couldn't resist sneaking peeks at her as she folded her clothes, her movements graceful and deliberate. My mind wandered to how we had spent the past few days, studying and pushing each other to the edge of exhaustion. And yet, here we were, in this beautiful suite, together.
"Hey, do you need help with that?" I asked, pointing to the zipper of her travel bag, which was still half-open. Before she could answer, I leaned in, trying to reach it for her.
"Henry!" Nyssa gasped, her eyes going wide as I accidentally bumped into her. The force of the movement sent her stumbling backward, and before I knew it, we were tangled in a heap on the floor.
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up as I looked down at her. "Well, that's one way to unpack," I said, grinning at her flustered face.
Nyssa tried to push herself up, but I playfully held her in place. "Hold on, hold on," I said, reaching for her hand. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, her face still red as she covered it with her other hand. "I'm fine, just... embarrassed."
I pulled her to her feet, our faces close, the scent of her shampoo filling the air. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed," I said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Henry," she whispered again, this time with a hint of exasperation and a smile that was too endearing for my own good.
"Now," I said, stepping back with a dramatic flourish, "let's see what kind of trouble we can get into before dinner."
Nyssa laughed, the sound bright and full of life. And just like that, any tension melted away, leaving only the warmth of her smile and the echo of my laughter filling the room. This was where I wanted to be—right here, with her.
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"Come on, we can take a little break now," I coaxed we finished studying trying to at least have a taste of her.
"Mmm, Henry..." She shivered but placed a firm hand on my chest, holding me at bay. "Don't think you're off the hook so easily. We still have a ton of studying to do tonight. Exams aren't over yet."
I pouted but understood. Nyssa had been my study partner and motivation to get through this hell. I respected her dedication. Still, a guy could dream, right?
"C'mon, just a little reward for surviving the first day? I've been such a good boy," I wheedled, batting my lashes at her. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Nyssa rolled her eyes but a small smile played at her lips. "You're impossible. Fine, one quick break. Follow me."
She sauntered into the living room, making sure to put an extra sway in her hips just for me. My pants immediately felt tighter. I scrambled after her, keenly watching the way her ass moved under her skirt.
Nyssa sighs, then smiles playfully. "Oh very well, I suppose you've earned some teeny tiny reward..."
She straddles my lap as we settle onto the couch in the living room. With a coy grin, Nyssa starts unbuttoning her blouse. "How about this for a reward, hmm?"
My breath catches as more and more of her creamy skin is revealed. Finally, her lacy bra comes into view and I swallow hard. "N-Nyssa..." I croak.
"Is this enough of a reward for you, Henry?" She gazes at me from beneath long lashes, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
I nod eagerly, my eyes glued to her perfect breasts. "Yes, yes, that's more than enough! Thank you, thank you!"
"Alright, you can look all you want...but no touching yet, got it?" Nyssa specifies.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of it," I agree readily, holding my hands up in mock surrender.
But Nyssa hesitates. "Actually...I think touching is allowed too. In moderation."
I perk up at that. "Yes? Really?"
She nods. "Mmhm. Well, what are you waiting for then?"
She scrunched up her cute button nose in thought before nodding. "Touching is allowed. But no sex, you know the rules. We need to get back to studying."
"Oh, I'll be a good boy," I growled, moving in front of her. "No promises on how long that lasts though."
I cupped her generous tits in my palms, relishing their weight and feel. She let out a little whimper as I pinched her stiffening nipples through the lace. Emboldened, I yanked the cups down and started sucking on one rosy peak while I flicked and rolled the other between my fingers.
"Ahh... Henry... that feels so good..." Nyssa gasped and arched into my touch.
I worshipped her tits like they were my last meal, alternating between suckling and lightly nipping her sensitive buds. She squirmed and rocked her hips against mine, soaking through my boxers with her arousal. I had to grit my teeth and keep from rutting into her heat like a dog in heat.
"Fuck, baby, you're so sexy," I groaned, the wet sound of my mouth on her tits obscene. "Gonna make you cum just from this..."
With renewed focus, I latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, grazing it with my teeth. At the same time, I rolled the other between my fingers, tugging just shy of pain. Nyssa keened and fisted her hands in my hair, holding me against her chest as she writhed.
"Oooh f-fuck... I'm... I'm gonna..." she cried out, her pussy clenching and fluttering against my cock as she came from just nipple play.
I eased off as she shuddered through her climax, peppering her sweaty cleavage with tender kisses. Nyssa slumped back, boneless and sated. She looked so beautiful like this, I ached to bend her over the couch and plow her into oblivion. But a promise was a promise.
"Thanks, baby," I murmured, reluctantly pulling away. "Gonna hop in the shower. Try to cool off."
Nyssa smiled up at me, her eyes still hazy with lust. "You're a good boy, Henry."
I chuckled as I moved to the bathroom, my rock-hard cock bobbing with each step. Oh, she had no idea how much help I was going to need, I have to take care of my aching dick. Nyssa didn't need to know but I know she knows.
Under the warm spray of the shower, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft with a groan. Bracing a hand on the tiled wall, I started long, tight strokes from root to tip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. It felt so good, almost too much after being denied release. I had to pace myself, or this would be over embarrassingly fast.
I thought back to Nyssa's perfect tits bouncing as I played with them, the sounds of her moans and whimpers, the smell of her arousal... Fuck, if I wasn't careful, I'd blow just from memories. I focused on the sensations, the slick glide of my hand, the press of my thumb over the sensitive head, the weight of my heavy balls...
I could feel my release building at the base of my spine, my movements growing frantic. I needed to cum so badly, I was dizzy with it. I pictured Nyssa on her knees, sucking me down her throat... Or bouncing on my cock, her pussy squeezing me like a vise... Or spread out on the hotel bed, begging me to fuck her...
With a strangled groan, I came hard, painting the shower wall with thick ropes of cum. My hips jerked and spasmed through each wave of pleasure, my hand milking my cock for all I was worth. It seemed to go on forever, sheer bliss consuming me.
Finally, I slumped against the wall, spent and sated. I stayed there until the water ran cold, too drained to move. But as I stumbled out and dried off, all I could think was that I couldn't wait until Nyssa was ready for more. She had no idea how insatiable I really was... And what I wanted to do to her lush little body. But I'd be a good boy, and wait until she gave me the green light.
When I returned to the room, Nyssa was already seated at the table, her notes spread out like a battlefield map. She glanced up, her brows raised in silent inquiry.
"All set," I said, plopping down across from her, determined to make the most of our study session.
"Good," she replied, her lips twitching into a small smile as she handed me a packet. "Let's start with this."
Hours passed in a blur of equations, formulas, and historical dates. Nyssa's patience was endless, her explanations clear and steady even when I stumbled over the same concepts repeatedly. Her encouragement kept me going, and the occasional quips about my "future top-ranking status" made the grueling process bearable.
Somewhere around midnight, the words on the page began to blur, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Nyssa yawned, rubbing at her tired eyes but refusing to stop until she was sure I had grasped every last detail.
"Alright, that's enough," she finally said, closing her notebook with a decisive snap. "You've worked hard today. You deserve some rest."
I glanced at the bed, then back at her. "What about you?"
She shrugged, gathering her things. "I'll sleep too. But no funny business, Henry," she warned, her cheeks coloring slightly as she pointed to the divider she had set up earlier.
I chuckled, raising my hands in mock surrender. "Promise. No funny business. Tonight."
We settled into bed, the divider between us providing a semblance of separation, though I could feel her presence just inches away. The soft sound of her breathing filled the quiet room, lulling me into a sense of calm I hadn't felt in days.
"Goodnight, Nyssa," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the hum of the city outside.
"Goodnight, Henry," she whispered back, her tone warm and gentle.
And just like that, sleep claimed us, our exhaustion from the day's efforts finally catching up. For the first time in what felt like forever, I drifted off with a sense of peace, knowing that we were in this together.
The next morning, I woke up early, feeling refreshed and energized. Nyssa was still passed out beside me, snoring softly. With a wicked grin, I carefully lifted the covers and settled between her parted thighs. She was still wearing the lacy panties she'd had on yesterday.
I inhaled her musky scent and murmured, "Morning, baby."
"Good mo-," Nyssa grumbled, cracking one eye open. Then she gasped as she felt my breath on her soaked panties. "Henry! What are you doing down there?!"
I placed a soft kiss on the damp fabric right over her clit. "Morning kiss. Don't you feel that, sweetheart?"
"Y-You can't..." She squirmed but made no move to stop me, her arousal growing thicker against my lips. "If you eat me out right now, you won't get your reward anymore."
"Fine, party pooper," I groused, nibbling on her inner thigh. "Guess I'll hold off... for now. But you better reward me after the results are out, woman. I want to taste your sweet pussy so bad."
"Mmm, you're such a good boy," Nyssa purred, running her fingers through my hair.
"Best. Girlfriend. Ever.", I said immediately, sealing it with a filthily wet kiss to her clothed cunt.