Chapter 12

Hazel, who had been groaning and struggling for a while, staggered as she got up from her seat.  

As if mocking her thoughts as mere delusions, Enoch was walking among the students, correcting their postures.  

Hazel, who had been blankly watching him, roughly pulled the curtains shut. Now that he was out of sight, the clamor in her heart seemed to settle a little.  

Her legs felt weak, and she paused to catch her breath before slowly straightening herself.  

Enough of this. Let’s get back to work.  

There was a mountain of paperwork Hazel needed to complete by the end of the day, so she didn’t have to force herself to push thoughts of Enoch out of her mind. The sheer volume of work in front of her was enough to drain her energy.  

After finishing a portion of the paperwork and preparing to head to her next lecture, a loud noise accompanied the abrupt opening of the door.  

“Ahhh!”  

Startled, Hazel let out a scream and fell forward. From not far away, she heard a soft, deflated chuckle.  

Hazel quickly raised her head. Enoch stood there, looking down at her with a twisted smile tugging at one corner of his lips.  

“I was wondering why you were peeping like a pervert, but now I see the reason.”  

Not understanding what he was talking about, Hazel tilted her head in confusion. Her gaze slowly followed the direction of his pointing finger.  

Why is that here…?  

The object he pointed at was a “bad luck banishing stick” proudly displayed atop a bookshelf.  

A blunt, elongated rod.  

It was undoubtedly the grotesque item she had thrown into the trash bin the night before, now sitting boldly on the bookshelf for all to see.  

Hazel stared blankly at it, while Enoch’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her reaction.  

“If you had such tastes, you should’ve said so. I would’ve been considerate.”  

At his nonsensical remark, Hazel’s lips parted in shock, her face showing her bewilderment. Enoch chuckled as if her visible embarrassment was utterly amusing.  

He’s insane. Completely insane…  

As if pleased by her wide-eyed, trembling expression, Enoch wore an indulgent look, as if he was letting her off just this once.  

“We’re accomplices anyway, so what’s there to hide? Even if you’re a pervert who keeps things like this where you work, I don’t mind.”  

I never hid anything! And I’m not a pervert!  

Just as she opened her mouth to retort, Hazel quickly shut it again with a gasp. His gaze had changed subtly.  

Moving slowly, Enoch walked toward the bookshelf where the “bad luck banishing stick” was. He reached out for it, his hand brushing against the desk.  

A chilling sense of unease brushed the nape of Hazel’s neck.  

‘Wait, no way… It can’t be what I’m thinking, right?’  

The “bad luck banishing stick”—in other words, a d*ldo—was now in Enoch’s grasp as he walked toward her with steady steps.  

Hazel’s gaze instinctively dropped to his legs.  

It was impossible not to notice; anyone could see the unmistakable bulge.  

Why… Why is he aroused…?  

Hazel couldn’t make sense of the situation.  

The fact that the item she had thrown in the trash was now here, that Enoch had found it, and that he seemed excited enough to pounce on her—it was all incomprehensible!  

Who could have imagined a man with an obvious er*ction approaching her in broad daylight?  

Collapsed with her legs weak, Hazel was defenseless, like prey dropped before a predator.  

Enoch knelt beside her without hesitation.  

“I tried my best to hold back, but it’s not easy.”  

Hold back! Hold yourself back! If you’re a rational human being, control yourself!  

The scent of his cologne brushed past her nose. Just smelling it brought back memories, and her lower abdomen churned involuntarily.  

Hazel clung desperately to her scattering thoughts, fighting back.  

“W-What are you doing?!”  

“Don’t worry. No one will come. I locked the door. Even if they hear something strange, they won’t come in. They’ll just think they misheard and move on.”  

“That’s not what I’m worried about!”  

When she shouted, Enoch paused. After a moment of silently gazing at her, he smiled with narrowed eyes, as if to say she should trust him.  

“I’ll let you go before the next lecture. That should ease your worries, right?”  

She had to quickly figure out whether “letting her go” meant releasing her to the classroom or something else entirely.  

But the answer came quickly. Considering his actions so far, that expression clearly meant something else!  

Hazel mustered all her strength to escape from him. But having been so startled earlier, her legs were weak, and she could only flail like a newborn fawn.  

‘It’s not like last time when everyone had gone home. A student could suddenly come by…!’  

Enoch’s eyes gleamed as he watched her struggle to escape.  

Hazel tried to back away from him, but her retreat was cut short by the cold wall behind her. Realizing she had nowhere to run, her heart pounded so violently it felt as if it would burst from her chest. She couldn’t tell if it was from fear or… anticipation.  

‘…Wait, anticipation?’  

Before she could even process her thoughts, Hazel gasped as his hand flipped up her skirt.  

His gaze fixed on one spot. With a pleased look, as if admiring something, he raised his eyes to meet hers.  

“You like white, don’t you?”  

At the sudden comment, Hazel frowned. 

White? What was he talking about?  

But she soon realized what he meant. Frantically, she pulled her skirt back and shouted.  

“D-Don’t look!”  

Her face burned with embarrassment at the thought of him seeing her in such a state. Despite glaring at him with all her might, he acted as if nothing was wrong.  

“You wore white last time too, so I thought it must be your favorite color.”  

“It’s not like that! I have other colors too!”  

Hazel froze mid-shout. 

What am I even saying?  

“Ah, so you do have other colors. I just assumed white was all you had since that’s all I’ve seen.”  

“What does that have to do with you?! Get away from me right now!”  

Hazel shouted as she pushed him away in frustration.  

His face was far too close. As their eyes met, vivid memories of past embarrassment flashed through her mind.  

The firm grip on her jaw with every push, the imagined image of his n*ked body, the warm breath that accompanied each kiss, and his surprisingly gentle touch despite his perverse actions.  

How could someone with such a noble, one-of-a-kind face commit such depraved acts? Even now, she couldn’t believe it.  

“Ugh…!”  

She gasped as his fingers slid beneath her underwear, moving slowly up and down her sensitive area.  

The sensation of slick moisture seeping between her soft flesh sent shivers down her spine.  

“Ah… ahh… ngh…!”  

The overwhelming pleasure made Hazel shudder, biting her lip as her body trembled.  

Unlike her, Enoch looked perfectly composed, as if nothing unusual was happening. Her instincts screamed at her: the calmer he looked, the more dangerous he was.  

With a deep breath, Enoch exhaled his excitement and bent his fingers to delve deeper. He didn’t seem to have any intention of simply removing her underwear.  

Unable to escape, Hazel closed her eyes and turned her head away. Despite her mind’s protests, her body was already responding to him.  

Seeing her avoid him, Enoch’s eyes narrowed. After savoring her soft skin for a moment, he pushed his hand roughly further inside.  

“Ahh…!”  

Startled by the sudden rush of pleasure, Hazel grabbed his wrist in a panic.  

Though her grip stopped his hand from moving, she couldn’t stop the fingers already inside her from exploring.  

“Ngh… ahh…!”  

The sound of squelching accompanied the friction as her underwear pressed against her sensitive area, stimulating her further.