Chapter 29

Julian gritted his teeth, but in the face of a temptation too strong to resist, his patience finally ran out.

He placed his hand on Beatrice’s head to protect her from getting hurt, then quickly changed their position. Beatrice, who had been sitting on top of Julian, was now lying beneath him. Still, their lower bodies remained pressed together without a gap.

“W-wait…!”

The kiss that felt like it would last forever finally ended. The very first thing that escaped Beatrice’s lips as she regained her freedom was a desperate plea to wait.

But Julian, as if he hadn’t heard her voice, hungrily began to suck on her chest. He kept biting and sucking, as if trying not to hurt her, like taking a big bite of a peach. It was as if he was trying to make the center, already hardened, even bigger and firmer.

“Th-this isn’t… y-you said you’d go slower if I kissed you…!”

Beatrice pushed against his shoulder, protesting with difficulty. She was right—Julian had promised that if they kissed, he would take it slower and be more considerate.

But now, he had no room left for keeping his word. Even if she called him a liar or a cheat, there was nothing he could do.

Thud. Thud. His body kept pressing against Beatrice’s. With nowhere else to go, Beatrice’s head repeatedly bumped against the wall, but fortunately, Julian was protecting her, so it was his hand, not her head, that met the wall.

With each thrust, their lower bodies parted for a moment, only to collide more strongly again. Beatrice must not realize that this new behavior resembled intercourse. Just as Julian intended, she was too overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her to question the sensations below.

“J-Julian… s-slow down, please…”

But Julian was in no position to listen to her. He sucked on her chest and reached his hand down.

His thumb rubbed her small bead. He hadn’t touched her cl*toris recently, knowing it was often too intense for Beatrice.

With Julian’s body repeatedly pressing against hers, the stimulation from his thumb on her cl*toris grew stronger and weaker in turns.

In the end, Beatrice cl*maxed, even though he hadn’t inserted a finger. Julian’s body collapsed over hers. He was heavy, but Beatrice, completely spent, could only catch her breath and bear his weight.

She looked up at the ceiling. In such a small space, the writing that was usually there had disappeared. It meant she could leave now, but today, Julian seemed different.

Julian was always the one who remained calm, unlike her. But now, his breathing was rough.

Beatrice quietly waited for Julian to regain his composure. Partly because she herself did not have any composure left.

“Are you alright, Julian?”

“…No.”

Not at all, not even a little, was he alright.

If Julian were to unbuckle his trousers right now, his hardened arousal would surely spring out as if fired. If he were to thrust himself into her loosened opening and move, it wouldn’t take many strokes before he spilled his white fluid.

Really. He truly didn’t want to, but Julian, as if doing push-ups, lowered his body over Beatrice, keeping her beneath him.

“Can I stay like this for just a moment?”

Julian spoke in a strained voice. His hot breath sounded quite unusual even to her ear. It was too dark to see, but Beatrice quickly nodded.

“Of course. But won’t it be too hard for you to stay like this, Julian? I’m fine, so why don’t you lean on me a little more?”

Her suggestion did nothing to help Julian’s desperate attempt to calm himself. Even just her words reminded him how stimulating it had been to rub himself against her secret place through only two thin layers of cloth.

Julian had to work hard to erase that sensation from his mind. He began recalling all the dry knowledge he knew.

The genealogy of the Imperial Family throughout history, the titles of books and materials he’d read for his thesis, endlessly repeating recurring decimals.

If he let his guard down even a little, images of Beatrice’s flushed face, her rounded chest, or the soft, slippery walls inside her would push their way into his thoughts, so he had to keep his mind moving.

But no matter how much he tried to cool his head, the heat that had risen wouldn’t go down. The uncomfortable position made sweat bead on his forehead, but he couldn’t even wipe his face. If his posture shifted and his skin touched Beatrice’s, all his effort would be wasted.

How much time had passed?

“…Hoo.”

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t know how he managed it. It was the first time he’d tried to restrain himself like this after getting excited. But if he lost control and acted without thinking, the end would be ruin.

Satisfying a single desire and being despised by Beatrice forever—these two couldn’t even be weighed together, the scales tilted so overwhelmingly. So, whether it was his first time or not, he had no choice but to endure.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

How much longer would he be trapped in this room?

A room where you couldn’t leave unless you cured the illness.

A place where he could touch her legally, but also a place that pushed his patience to the absolute limit.

***

“Then, I hope everyone enjoys their summer vacation.”

At the professor’s farewell, the students responded brightly in turn. The faces of those rushing out of their seats were cheerful.

The Academy term had finally ended. It was a rare chance to return home and relax, so everyone seemed eager to leave as soon as possible.

Some had already left before the break even began. By the time Beatrice finished packing her bag, the classroom was nearly empty. When she looked up, the only one left was Julian, sitting nearby, resting his chin in his hand and watching her.

“J-Julian?”

Beatrice’s eyes widened in surprise. Julian, still resting his chin on his hand, fluttered his fingers like the wings of a butterfly.

“Uh, why….”

She wanted to ask why he was doing that, but somehow, she felt it might sound a bit too abrupt, so Beatrice trailed off.

“I was waiting for you, Beatrice.”

“So, why….”

Instead of answering Beatrice’s question, Julian stood up and picked up her heavy bag.

“Let’s head out, Beatrice. I was waiting to lock up.”

Julian pointed with his chin toward the front of the classroom. There, an Academy staff member was indeed watching the two, ready to lock the door.

Beatrice jumped up from her seat. She was so flustered that her hand and foot moved in the same direction at once.

As soon as they left the classroom, Beatrice quickly turned around. She felt she shouldn’t just leave like that.

Julian, caught off guard by Beatrice’s sudden movement, couldn’t stop in time. The two collided as Julian followed right behind her.

Unlike his noble attire and skin so fair it seemed untouched by sunlight, Julian’s body hidden beneath his clothes was well-toned with muscle. As Beatrice collided with Julian and nearly fell backward—

“Are you alright?”