Chapter 13

Hazel Hoover flailed her legs, trying to remove his fingers from within her.  

However, her position didn’t allow her to gather enough strength, and there was no way she could overpower a knight who had trained his entire life.  

Enoch stared down at Hazel, who was pinned beneath him and utterly helpless, without even blinking.  

He had placed a d*ldo conspicuously in the professor’s office where students came and went, intending to cater to her tastes.  

But since there wasn’t enough time to use it now, he decided to save it for later and moved his hand quickly.  

A surge of pleasure made her thighs tremble uncontrollably. Right on cue, the bell signaling the start of class rang.  

Hazel glared at him with her flushed, tear-filled eyes and smacked his shoulder.  

“The bell… rang, huff!”  

As if acknowledging her, Enoch grabbed her small hand that was hitting his shoulder and pressed his lips against it. Then, he quickly rubbed over her peak.  

The area, already soaked with fluids, didn’t hurt but instead sent waves of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on torment.  

Tears welled up, blurring her vision, and all she could see was his forearm. The only thing she could feel was the pounding pleasure that struck her lower abdomen, leaving Hazel writhing helplessly.  

Finally, when her endurance reached its limit, her entire body tensed up. Her muscles tightened, and her hips lifted slightly off the ground.  

Following her movements, Enoch pressed firmly on her sensitive spots with his hand.  

Just as her breath hitched at the peak of her limits, the ticklish pleasure burst and spread throughout her body. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and the tears pooling in her eyes spilled over.  

Her chest constricted so tightly that even breathing became difficult. All she could do was wait for the org*sm to subside.  

“Haa… Huff…”  

Forcing herself to take deep breaths, Hazel tried to regain her composure.  

She couldn’t understand why he had brought that thing but only used his hand, though she was somewhat relieved. If he had used it, she wouldn’t have been able to attend class, that much was certain.  

As her tears fell and her vision cleared, she saw Enoch’s face. His face was strangely flushed, his expression serious as though he were admiring a masterpiece.  

But it was only for a moment. He soon pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and thoroughly wiped between her legs. Then, he slipped his hands under her armpits and lifted her up effortlessly.  

“Can you walk?”  

Why is he asking that now…  

As her mind cleared a little, a deep anger bubbled up from within her. Hazel glared at Enoch with wide eyes.  

“You still don’t trust me, do you? You think I’ll go around telling people about this, don’t you?”  

He looked at her with an expression that suggested he didn’t understand her at all. His confused eyes scanned Hazel up and down.  

It was as if he suspected she might be lying even in this situation.  

“I’m doing this because I want to.”  

“What?”  

“I’m doing it because I’m turned on.”  

Enoch smirked, lifting one corner of his mouth.  

Realizing how serious he was, Hazel silently prayed to the heavens.  

Please, give me back my beautiful first love!  

***

“…Hazel.”  

“……”  

“Hazel!”  

Startled by the voice ringing loudly in her ears, Hazel snapped out of her daze.  

“What were you thinking about so deeply that you didn’t even answer when I called? Did something happen at the Academy?”  

“Nothing happened… It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I’ve been working overtime a lot lately because there’s so much to do.”  

Vanessa, who had come to visit the Hoover Earldom with her husband after hearing that Hazel would be there, scrutinized Hazel, who still seemed somewhat out of it.  

“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re bad at hiding things, so stop trying to.”  

“It’s really nothing. Do you think I can’t handle things on my own at my age? Life has its ups and downs.”  

Even if she wanted to talk, she couldn’t.  

How could she possibly explain that her first love turned out to be a pervert, that she had spent a night with him by mistake, and that she was now being harassed at work?  

Vanessa squinted her eyes, as if still unconvinced.  

However, seeing Hazel stubbornly keep her lips sealed, Vanessa let out a hum and leaned back.  

“Fine. If you say so.”  

“You don’t believe me.”  

“If you know that, why don’t you just be honest? If you’re not going to, then stop trying to bait me.”  

Hazel sighed softly and picked up her teacup, glaring at Vanessa, who remained as straightforward as ever, even after getting married.  

“Where’s Marianne?”  

“Father fixed the swing we used to ride as kids, so she went to play with her dad.”  

“He fixed that swing? He wouldn’t even look at it when we told him to fix it back then.”  

“Yeah. He said he hammered in every nail himself. If he loves his granddaughter so much, he should just play with her instead of avoiding her.”  

“That’s just how he is. He feels awkward and can’t express himself, so he worries by himself in the background.”  

“If that’s the case, he should stop glaring at us for not understanding. What’s the point of having all these feelings if he doesn’t show them? That’s why Mother always scolds him, saying he should learn to take care of himself at his age.”  

Unlike Hazel, who chuckled softly, Vanessa grumbled with dissatisfaction in her eyes.  

The family home, which she hadn’t visited in a long time, was quiet and peaceful. Spending her holiday with Mrs. McFinn’s expertly baked cherry pie was the perfect way to relieve stress.  

And getting to see her adorable niece was the cherry on top.  

Hazel bit into the glossy cherry pie. Sweet juice filled her mouth.  

This is the taste!  

No matter how many famous bakeries she tried, none could replicate this flavor.  

It was a taste she could only experience when she returned home, and Hazel nodded in satisfaction.  

“Hazel.”  

“Yeah?”  

“Is there anyone you’re seeing?”  

Ugh, way to ruin my appetite.  

Knowing she’d get scolded if she said that, Hazel replied calmly.  

“No.”  

“Really?”  

“I told you, no.”  

“Did you break up with someone, or is there really no one?”  

“Why are you asking so much? There’s no one. I said no.”  

Vanessa squinted her eyes suspiciously at Hazel’s firm tone. Covering her mouth with her teacup, she spoke.  

“I heard from my husband that Lord Meyer is working as a professor at the Academy.”  

“Yeah. Professor Carlo had to take a leave of absence for personal reasons. He’s a student recommended by the professor.”  

“…I see.”  

Her expression seemed to suggest she suspected there was more to the story. 

Surely, my sister doesn’t think there’s something going on between me and Enoch, does she?  

But Vanessa soon lost interest and turned her gaze outside.  

“Alright then. Sometimes life just happens like that.”  

“You’re not going to ask more?”  

“What’s there to ask? Should I ask how it feels to meet your first love after so long? Or whether you’re planning to do something about it? You’re a grown woman now; I’m sure you’ll handle it.”  

“Anyone would think you raised me.”  

“I practically did.”  

Her nonchalant tone as she sipped her tea left Hazel scoffing in disbelief.  

Then why did you even ask if I was seeing someone?  

She probably thought she could find out everything she wanted from her husband, who worked for the Imperial Family.  

Feeling a wave of exhaustion, Hazel took another big bite of the cherry pie.  

“By the way, you used to complain so much and only came down here after I nagged you multiple times. Did something change? Did you suddenly decide to care more about family?”  

She was referring to how Vanessa, despite knowing how busy Hazel was at the Academy, rarely visited. It seemed she had felt a bit hurt by it.  

Hearing the concern in Vanessa’s curt tone, Hazel forgot her earlier irritation and chuckled softly.  

“It’s not that something happened. I’ve just been busy and thought I’d take a break since I’m tired.”  

“Well, dealing with students isn’t exactly easy.”