3.3

And so, Delia found herself seated in the library with Kartan late that evening.  

The two of them were tasked with completing a project meant for eight people.  

‘What on earth is going on?’  

Life had certainly taken some strange turns.  

Of course, the project itself wasn’t particularly difficult.  

Still, for someone like Delia, who preferred to finish group work quickly and use the extra time for studying, this wasn’t an enjoyable situation.  

Moreover, she couldn’t understand why he insisted on working alone with her.  

Standing alone in front of the bookshelves, searching for the necessary materials, Delia muttered to herself.  

“Sigh. Let’s just finish this quickly.”  

Her quiet sigh echoed briefly through the library.  

If they completed the project well, the bonus points would make it easier to finish the semester’s Classics course.  

After pulling out a few more books she had been eyeing, Delia walked back to the large table where Kartan sat.  

He was seated alone at a table meant for eight, surrounded by various materials and focused on his notebook.  

‘He looks pretty serious.’  

It was the first time she had seen him so immersed in something.

Naturally, it wasn’t as though he had always been first place by sheer luck.  

Thud.  

Delia placed the book in front of him with a loud sound and spoke in a curt tone.  

“I think this is all of it.”  

The books Delia had brought were those that had been used as subjects for Classics projects over the past ten years.  

To propose a classic that hadn’t been selected before, it was essential to first understand which ones had already been chosen.  

Delia judged that appealing through comparison with past selections, rather than simply presenting something new, was the best way to pique Professor Ines’ interest.  

Kartan, checking the books she had brought, raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. He seemed to immediately grasp Delia’s intent.  

“This is good. You really have a knack for this.”  

Despite his continued praise, Delia felt no joy. Maintaining her sullen demeanor, she bluntly asked him,  

“Let me ask you one thing.”  

“Hm? What is it?”  

“Why did you insist on working on this alone with me?”  

She still couldn’t understand. Why had he orchestrated this situation?  

But Kartan’s answer was simple.  

“I don’t like group projects.”  

“Why?”  

“They’re a hassle. It’s faster and easier to do it alone.”  

It was an absurd reason.  

She was suffering the consequences of his unreasonable whims, and yet he showed no sign of remorse.  

‘It’s my fault for expecting a normal answer from Kartan Roxen.’  

Suppressing her frustration, Delia shifted the topic back to the project.  

“So, how much have you done? Let me see.”  

Kartan was writing down the reasons why they should select ‘Dierkar’ as their subject. Delia skimmed through the draft he handed her.  

‘What? He’s almost done?’  

True to his word, he worked incredibly fast.  

She wouldn’t have been able to complete this much in the same amount of time.  

And it was flawless.  

Her thoughts naturally wandered as she read his work—something she never felt when helping her friends with their assignments.  

‘He approached it this way?’  

It was a perspective Delia hadn’t considered. She couldn’t help but feel genuine admiration.  

As much as she hated to admit it, Kartan Roxen was undoubtedly a genius.  

“…This is so annoying.”  

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”  

At this rate, the project would be finished much sooner than expected.  

Which also meant she’d be able to distance herself from Kartan sooner.  

Delia placed the draft back on the table.  

“This should be enough for you to stop working on it.”  

She was eager to send him away, but more than that, she preferred to handle the finishing touches herself.  

After all, Kartan had already completed over 70% of the work on his own.  

She didn’t want to owe him any more.  

“Ah, wait. I was actually about to ask for your help with something.”  

Had he noticed my intentions?  

Contrary to her expectations, Kartan asked for Delia’s help.  

‘What’s going on? He’s actually asking for help?’  

“What is it?”  

“Come over here for a moment.”  

Did he hit a roadblock or find something that needed improvement?  

If even Kartan had a problem, she was curious to see what it might be.  

Just as Delia, her curiosity piqued, was about to sit next to him—  

Grab.  

“Wha—?!”  

Kartan suddenly pulled Delia onto his lap.  

“What are you doing?!”  

Delia, genuinely startled, shouted. Her voice echoed loudly in the spacious library.  

“Shh. If you’re too loud, it’ll be a nuisance.”  

Worried about disturbing others, she quickly covered her mouth, only for Kartan to chuckle.  

“Why are you covering your mouth?”  

“What if someone hears us? It’s disruptive.”  

“There’s no one here today. Did you forget?”  

‘Oh, right.’  

Kartan was correct.  

Today was the library’s scheduled day off for maintenance.  

The only reason the two of them were able to be here was simple: it was a privilege reserved for model students.  

The librarian, recognizing Delia’s dedication, had given her a key to the library.  

Thanks to that, Delia had been enjoying the quiet solitude of the library on its closed days.  

Now, however, she felt as though her private space had been invaded.  

How Kartan even knew about this arrangement and why he had suggested coming here today remained a mystery.  

‘Does this guy know everything?’  

‘No, this isn’t the time to be thinking about that.’  

Cutting off her train of thought, Delia glared at Kartan.  

She was sitting on his firm thighs, and the situation was far from acceptable.  

This must be another one of his thoughtless pranks. Delia’s irritation was evident.  

“You said you needed help. What are you doing now?”  

Delia tried to get up from his lap.  

“I’m serious. I really do need help.”  

“With what, exactly—”  

Before she could finish, Kartan tightened his hold on her.  

“This. It’s been begging for help for a while now.”  

‘This?’  

As the question formed in her mind, realization struck.  

Something hard was pressing insistently against her lower back.  

“You… you…”  

Delia was at a loss for words, her shock rendering her speechless.  

Without warning, Kartan’s large hand slipped under her shirt.  

“Come on, you’ll help, won’t you?”  

His whisper echoed softly in her ear.  

Before she could react, his hand slid beneath her undergarments, cupping her chest.  

“Ah—!”  

It was just his touch, yet a tingling sensation spread through her.  

Kartan’s calloused palm brushed against the sensitive peak, sending jolts of electricity through her body.  

“Ha… ah!”  

Her upper body leaned forward, her strength momentarily drained. She nearly toppled over, but Kartan’s strong arms held her firmly in place.  

“You seem to like this even more than before.”  

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine like a feather brushing against her skin.  

“No, wait…!”  

‘Why… why is it getting bigger?’  

She could clearly feel Kartan’s growing arousal behind her.  

By now, Delia couldn’t deny what was happening.  

She knew exactly where this was headed.  

‘Why… in a place like this?’  

She never imagined something like this would happen here.  

‘Isn’t this supposed to happen only in his room?’  

She had expected at least some time to mentally prepare herself. This was too unexpected.  

“A-ah, ngh…”  

Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her chest, which now bounced freely.  

Her undergarments, which should have been covering her, were nowhere to be seen. Kartan’s hands took their place, kneading her soft mounds.  

As much as she hated to admit it, the sensations he gave her weren’t unpleasant.  

Having once experienced the overwhelming pleasure he could provide, her body remembered.  

Every time he pinched her sensitive pink peaks between his fingers, another wave of heat coursed through her.  

Delia’s body burned with frustration, her inner thighs tingling.  

“Ah… ahh!”  

All she could do was let out helpless cries.  

She could already feel the dampness spreading below.  

If Kartan noticed her reaction, he would surely mock her again.  

Instinctively, Delia tried to close her legs.  

“You need to open up, Delia.”  

Even that small movement was stopped by Kartan.  

His hand, which had been gripping her waist, slipped under her skirt, parting the delicate fabric beneath to touch her sensitive skin.

“It’s clear how much you’re enjoying this, so why try to hide it?”  

Kartan’s thick fingers slid into the wet folds of her most sensitive area.  

“Ah! Th-that’s…!”  

The lewd, squelching noises echoed through the vast library.  

But rather than feeling embarrassed, the overwhelming heat burning within her took precedence.  

His fingers relentlessly teased her swollen cl*toris.  

“Haa, ahn! K-Kartan, stop, stop!”  

“Lying again. Why do you say that when you’re enjoying it so much?”  

His fingers moved softly yet quickly. After stimulating her cl*toris a few more times, he tapped at the entrance to her core.  

Delia was so consumed by the pleasure he was giving her that she didn’t even notice when his fingers entered her.  

Two of his fingers spread her inner walls as they delved deeper.  

The obscene sound of wetness echoed lasciviously.  

“Ugh, ahhn!”  

With each movement, her inner walls burned hotter.  

The knot of pleasure forming below her navel surged up her spine, exploding throughout her body like fireworks.  

The peak was near. Just a little more, just a little more…  

“…Ah!”  

Delia hated this moment that was approaching once again.