Chapter 3

Hazel Hoover suddenly let out a hollow laugh at the thought that perhaps it would have been better if he had been completely n*ked. Clearly, her mind had gone awry from the shock.

While she was distracted by her wandering thoughts, Enoch Meyer had already stepped closer toward her. The overwhelming pressure emanating from him made Hazel instinctively gasp for air.

Her head was lowered, and her gaze inadvertently landed on the exposed part of him. Startled, Hazel quickly lifted her face, but it wasn’t a wise choice.  

Enoch’s expression as he looked down at her was anything but ordinary. Sensing danger instinctively, Hazel flinched.

The distance between them closed by another step. She tried to retreat, but her back hit the door with a loud thud.

She felt something touch her lower abdomen, but she couldn’t bring herself to look down. She didn’t have the courage to confront it.

Enoch stared at Hazel silently for a long time before whispering in a low voice.

“Trying to run away after seeing everything?”

“R-Run away?!”  

Hazel shouted back in frustration. It was unfair. Who wouldn’t run away in a situation like this? It was a perfectly rational and reasonable decision, yet his words made it seem like she had done something wrong, which made her anger surge.

Hazel’s face twisted with indignation.  

Who should be apologizing here?!  

She wanted to demand that he return the beautiful memories of her first love.  

The raw, unfiltered desire etched on his face was unmistakable.  

She even began to doubt if the man standing before her was truly Enoch Meyer.  

‘He’s gone mad. Completely, utterly mad!’  

Warning bells rang loudly in her head as Hazel sensed the danger. She swallowed dryly and stammered, raising her voice.

“I-I won’t tell anyone about what you were doing, o-or anything like that!”

Her trembling voice was clear, and Enoch’s lips curled into a smirk. He leaned in closer, whispering.

“Of course you won’t. Who would believe you if you said the heir of the Meyer family was pleasuring himself in the academy professor’s office? They’d just think you’re someone spreading strange rumors.”

Hazel stared blankly at him, shocked by the absurdity of his words.  

What was even more ridiculous was that with every breath she took, the refreshing scent emanating from him stirred her chest. It was a scent that reminded her of childhood memories—lingering faintly wherever he went.  

At seventeen, the young girl had tried desperately to encounter her first love by chance.  

She had waited for hours on the path he frequented and even deliberately enrolled in the same classes as him.  

Even though her grades suffered, the mere fact that she shared the same space with him for a semester made her happy. She had cherished him in her heart, knowing it would never come to fruition.  

Lost in the bittersweet memories, Hazel snapped back to reality when she felt the sensation of his member prodding her lower abdomen.  

“I promise I won’t say anything. Or should I write an affidavit? I’ll even send you a certified letter!”  

She mustered her courage and held out her pinky finger, but Enoch twisted his lips in amusement.

“Hazel, there’s a more certain way than what you’re suggesting. Do you know what it is?”

She was reflected clearly in his blue eyes. Overwhelmed by his presence, Hazel couldn’t avoid his gaze and shook her head frantically.

A method more certain than an affidavit or a certified letter? Shouldn’t promises suffice?

Enoch’s blatant disregard for common social norms gave Hazel a foreboding feeling.

As he watched her tremble in fear, Enoch smiled faintly and whispered.

“By becoming an accomplice.”

There was no way she didn’t understand what he meant. But his incomprehensible words and shameless audacity left Hazel speechless.

“So, you’re saying you want to implicate me in this mess?”

“I wouldn’t deny it.”

Casually shrugging his shoulders, he slid his hand along her elbow.

When his fingertips brushed against her, a tingling sensation ran through her body like an electric shock. Hazel shook off his touch and retorted.

“W-Who told you to do this here?! If you hadn’t done this, I wouldn’t have seen anything!”

It was utterly ridiculous. No one had ordered him to commit such lewd acts in a sacred place of education—this was entirely his choice.  

For someone who had lived an ordinary life, she couldn’t possibly empathize with him.  

Enoch, once a fragment of her beautiful youth, had turned out to be not only a shameless pervert but also someone who dared to drag her into his depravity.  

Wasn’t he essentially asking her to destroy her cherished memories of her first love with her own hands?

Hazel glared at Enoch with teary eyes, overcome by frustration.

“When you look at me like that……”

Enoch’s eyes sparkled. For a moment, she felt as though she was being sucked into the clarity and transparency of his gaze.

But those were not the eyes of the Enoch Meyer she once knew.

“They make me so excited I could go crazy.”

No, they weren’t.

What was I expecting? Someone who exposes himself and pleasures himself in public can’t possibly be sane!  

What had happened to him to make him change so drastically? 

Hazel let out a hollow laugh at his shameless words.

“Why, are you disappointed?”

Enoch lowered his eyes slightly as he asked.

…That’s my favorite face!

Hazel clutched her chest, her heart pounding wildly from the ruthless assault of his looks.

Surely I wasn’t about to forgive him simply because he was handsome, right?

Scolding herself internally, Hazel tried to suppress her thumping heart as she replied.

“Disappointed? Of course I am!”

She wished she could just faint and forget this moment entirely. That way, she could at least preserve the memories of her beautiful first love.

But contrary to her hopes, her mouth was dry and her legs trembled, showing no signs of fainting.

Then, she felt an odd sensation on her lower abdomen. Reflexively looking down, Hazel’s face turned pale.

Enoch was rubbing his member against her lower abdomen, letting out sultry moans. Sticky fluid from his organ stained her clothes.

What on earth is this…….

Hazel’s eyes were filled with confusion as she stared at the organ pressed against her abdomen. Enoch grabbed her hand.

“You’ve been staring at it so intently—do you want to touch it?”

What nonsense is he spouting now……?

But she soon realized why he had said that. Smiling shyly as if embarrassed, Enoch gently guided her hand to his lower part.

“Ah, ngh……!”

Hazel let out a small gasp as she accidentally grasped his member. The hot, slippery texture elicited a strange feeling.

Whether it was the nostalgic scent of his cologne or the warmth of Enoch’s body against her palm, Hazel felt dizzy and disoriented.

“What is this……!”

As she tried to pull her hand away, Enoch gripped her hand firmly. Afraid he might hear the loud beating of her heart, Hazel bit her lips tightly.

“Don’t bite. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Enoch stopped her action decisively. Before she knew it, his fingers had slipped into her mouth, pressing against her tongue.

Why is he doing this to me?

Every move he made was shocking. Overwhelmed by the heat radiating from him and the sensual atmosphere, Hazel found herself gazing at Enoch with hazy eyes, biting his finger.

It felt as though she was possessed by a demon. As if he had been waiting for her to act that way, Enoch smirked, lifting one corner of his lips.

When he thrust his hips leisurely, something hot slid against her palm. Hazel let out a small cry, startled by the unfamiliar sensation that made her scalp tingle.

The squelching sound grew louder, and Enoch’s breathing grew heavier.

Using her hand to pleasure himself, Enoch’s heated breaths made Hazel feel lightheaded.

She needed to push him away quickly……