Chapter 7.3

After the exam period ended, the assailants were punished.

“It took a while, but at least something was done.”

Shawn came to visit Lovell’s room. With curiosity in his eyes, he looked at Lovell lying on the bed.

Four days had passed since that incident. Lovell opened the drawer of his nightstand and handed Shawn a well-used notebook.

“…?”

The contents, filled with neat, block letters, were astonishing.

– Walters Jackson and Elijah McCarthy tore up a book they were reading in the library.

– Elijah McCarthy brought three more people and pushed someone into the pond.

– Nathan Ian Belmorester, the 2nd Prince, watched with his arms folded from behind.

– Got hit in the face by Elijah McCarthy behind the cafeteria.

– …….

“What is this…?”

“My record of damages. I’m going to submit it to the disciplinary committee.”

“When did all this happen?”

“The last two months.”

“Really… short and intense.”

“My revenge will be the same. Quick and sharp, before summer break. After the break, people might forget, so I have to act fast.”

Lovell got up from the bed and stretched his neck and shoulders. Shawn’s eyebrows twitched.

“Are you hurt?”

“This is nothing. Ah… actually, no.”

Lovell grinned and put an arm around Shawn’s shoulder. Shawn, caught off guard, supported Lovell by the waist.

“Help me out, friend. From now on, I’ll crawl along with the help of the top student. That way, everyone will see me as the pitiful Lovell.”

Shawn, finding it ridiculous, couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Sorry, Lovell. I didn’t know you were being bullied this badly.”

“You were always in the library or the lecture hall.”

Lovell shrugged it off lightly and left the room with his friend.

The record was submitted to the Academy’s disciplinary committee. Although the witnesses, locations, and times were written in great detail, Shawn raised a question on the way back.

“But isn’t this just a one-sided accusation? There’s too little evidence.”

“It doesn’t matter. Even this much of a gesture is enough.”

Suspicion filled Shawn’s black eyes.

“I’ve thought this before, but you seem to have even stronger support behind you than Elijah or His Highness. Is Earl Bierre really this influential…?”

Lovell just chuckled.

The exam results released the next day were quite satisfactory. Seeing Lovell’s high ranking despite everything that happened, Shawn muttered that he really was something.

“I always work hard at everything.”

“What about those Elijah guys—what do you think their results will be?”

“Those guys…”

Lovell trailed off.

He saw Prince Nathan walking toward them up ahead, with Martina Bresford following like a maid.

Nathan’s blue eyes glared at Lovell as if to devour him, and Martina shot him the same look.

As always, Lovell simply bowed his head once and passed by.

After letting them go without a word, Lovell muttered,

“It would’ve been nice if the Prince got caught up in the cheating too.”

“Wow… Lovell, you’re really…”

Suddenly, Lovell’s pace quickened. He looked lively, nothing like someone who’d been beaten up just days ago.

“I need to go home today. I have to be quicker than the Prince.”

“Um…? What are you hurrying for? There are still a few days left before break.”

“I’m really not feeling well. I think I’ll get better if I go home quickly.”

Seeing Lovell heading toward the faculty office, Shawn hurriedly asked,

“Why are you going there?”

“I can’t just run away without permission. I’m going to get official approval before leaving.”

“Ha… haha!”

He seemed reckless, but still followed the rules. Because of his friend, Shawn ended up laughing.

***

Chris looked out at the darkening sky and then shut the window with a snap.

Her blouse and skirt were already off and hanging up, and next she picked up her hem to take off her thin chemise.

Just then, a strange sound came from the door.

Clack, clack.

The doorknob, which she had definitely locked moments ago, was turning.

“…!”

Startled, she hid behind the bedpost. Then her eyes widened even more—it was a familiar black-haired, familiar-faced intruder.

Bang!

Lovell’s hand slammed the door shut with a bold noise.

“How did you…!”

A silver key hung from his hand. Lovell spun the key around his finger, then slipped it into his pants pocket. Chris’s mouth dropped open.

He spread his arms wide, but she stayed clutching the bedpost, refusing to move.

“It’s me, Chris.”

“Of course I know it’s you!”

Lovell pulled her out from behind the post and hugged her tightly. Then, with a kiss, he pressed his lips to her fair neck, her pulse visibly pounding.

“I missed you.”

“We see each other every week!”

Chris hurriedly grabbed his face, peering closely—there wasn’t a day he looked unscathed.

“Did you fight again?”

“No. This time, I just quietly took the beating.”

“What…? By who? Was it His Highness again?”

“Why are you asking so urgently?”

“Tell me!”

“It wasn’t His Highness. It was the other guys. But that’s about to be over too.”

Her eyes filled with questions. In fact, after hearing last time that Lovell had been hit by the Prince again, she’d started to doubt Nathan’s character. If he wanted to treat her well, shouldn’t he treat Lovell well too?

“Anyway… I had to hurry for several reasons.”

“You keep saying things I can’t understand!”

“The point is, I ran like crazy to get to you.”

“How did you unlock the door?”

“Spare key, of course.”

“…Honestly, whenever you show up, I never know what to be surprised by first.”

One more thing that flustered her—he was already aroused.

Chris barely managed to suppress another scream. She was still terribly worried that someone might discover this strange relationship.

“Did you come up here like that from the start?”

“No matter what, I’m not that much of a pervert.”

Before she could say anything else, Lovell swiftly turned her body. Laughing brightly behind her, he even said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Just hold onto the bedpost.”

Chris unconsciously did as she was told and grabbed the bedpost.

From behind, a large hand suddenly appeared and grabbed her chest through her chemise. He kneaded it as if it belonged to him, and her n*pples perked up right before her eyes.

“Wait a second… Why am I listening to you…”

“Just listen, Chris.”

He spoke leisurely, gently caressing the rounded flesh from below.

“Chris… My woman, mine.”

Chris could only tremble anxiously. She even imagined someone passing by outside thinking, ‘What’s that sound?’ and pressing their ear to the door. If possible, she wanted to silence Lovell’s mischievous mouth.

“I thought of you again this morning while I was pleasuring myself. The exams are over, so I figured I’d just spend all day in my room touching myself, but I came running here instead. If I’m going to finish, I’d rather do it properly inside you. Don’t you agree?”

“If you do it inside me, what…”

He placed his palm on her underwear and tapped it as if shaking off dust.

“I’m going to finish inside your pretty spot, you know?”

Chris couldn’t even think of closing her legs. If she did, it felt like his pressing palm would only squeeze her tighter.

Lovell traced her lower body, touching the plump mound and caressing the parted folds with his fingers. With just a thin piece of fabric between his middle finger and the center of her entrance, she twisted her waist even more.

“Ugh…”

“Keep quiet. I haven’t even started yet.”

“You… hng, you keep quiet…”

Her underwear slid down, exposing the wet flesh. Two fingers, as if very familiar, spread her open.

He slipped inside, gently stroking the curved spot. As he slowly spread his fingers, turning inside her, Chris let out another gasp.

“Don’t do that…”

Lovell chuckled at her reaction and pulled his fingers back. Her inner flesh clung to his hand, dripping sticky fluid.

“Ah…”

“Chris…? Did you just finish?”

“No! If you’re going to do it, do it quickly! Don’t drag it out…”

“Shh, don’t talk.”

Inside her, after a light climax, the real thing pushed in deeply. At the same time, with the hand covered in her essence, he grabbed her br*ast.

He thrust into the place he’d widened with his fingers without hesitation. Because of his thick member, her pelvis spread, and her hand slipped off the bedpost.

Chris staggered, unsure whether to lean on him behind her or try to stand her ground. She just hung onto his strong arms, which gripped her chest with each thrust.

The room was filled with the sound of wet flesh and stifled gasps.

“Hng… hng.”

“Ha, ha.”

Lovell moved his hand to her hips, trying to go even deeper. Naturally losing her support, Chris collapsed onto the bed sheet, her chemise slipping down to her lower back.

Her white b*ttocks were exposed more clearly, and he, now excited, began to move roughly as if he were riding a horse.

“You’re getting used to this… I really made the right choice.”

He left handprints on her b*ttocks and cl*maxed for the first time, while Chris buried her trembling face in the sheets. Muffled moans escaped her pressed lips. His unyielding member kept moving inside her, making slick sounds.

‘I want to scream…’

That was what she’d been thinking for a while. She felt like she needed to let it out somehow to relieve the throbbing.

‘Why did he have to come at this hour…’

Then, his member, pressed against her inner wall, tilted upward and brought a sudden wave of climax.

“Ah!”

With a small cry, fluids leaked out at their joining.