Side Story 1.2

As her thoughts wandered in that direction, Delia’s resolve began to waver.  

“Delia, you’re not mad anymore, right? I’ll try a little harder next semester.”  

And then, when Kartan moved in front of her, lowering his gaze and pleading for forgiveness, it became nearly impossible for Delia to ignore him.  

Kneeling on one knee in front of her, he pulled her into his arms.  

Smooch—  

He lightly kissed her lips and whispered as if begging,  

“So let me kiss you, okay?”  

Smooch—  

“Delia. Please.”  

Smooch—  

Kartan gazed at her with eyes full of affection, and Delia couldn’t resist.  

“Hmm?”  

In the end, Delia gave in once again.  

This marked yet another of the many times she had fallen for him.  

It was different from when she used to secretly harbor feelings for Kartan and agonize over them. Now, she couldn’t help but be weak in front of him.  

Delia was far too vulnerable when it came to Kartan.  

Eventually, she slightly parted her lips, signaling her consent.  

“Hmm…”  

Kartan didn’t miss the opportunity, pressing his lips against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth.  

Squelch—slurp—  

“Mm… Ah…”  

“Hmm… Mm…”  

The wet, intimate sounds of their lips and tongues meeting filled the air.  

As Kartan’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, Delia felt her mind go hazy.  

The deeper his tongue delved, the more she felt a damp heat pooling below.  

Smooch—  

With a lingering sound, their lips finally parted, and warm breaths mingled in the space between them.  

“Delia.”  

Kartan called her name in a voice thick with desire, sending shivers down her spine.  

It was utterly captivating.  

Every time Delia looked at Kartan, she couldn’t help but think he was unfairly perfect.  

Who could possibly resist him?  

Looking back, perhaps it was because it was Kartan who had proposed that deal back then that she had accepted it.  

If it had been anyone else, no matter how desperate she had been to secure the top spot, she might not have agreed so easily.  

“Do you want to stay in my room tonight?”  

His voice, sweet and seductive, was reminiscent of when he had first proposed their arrangement.  

“My roommate won’t be there.”  

Of course, there was no room for misunderstanding about what he meant.  

Kartan’s low voice carried a subtle hint of anticipation.  

With the comprehensive evaluations for the first half of the year over, students were now spending their summer break in various ways.  

As third-year students preparing for graduation, most of them chose to remain at the academy to focus on their studies.  

Delia’s roommate, Bianca, was no exception.  

However, if Kartan’s roommate was planning to leave…  

“…Then, should I come over?”  

This was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.  

Delia nodded slowly, already thinking of an excuse to tell Bianca—that she had spent the night studying in the library.  

A top student pulling an all-nighter after exams? Even Delia found the image a bit excessive, but she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she leaned in to kiss Kartan again.  

***

At this point, one question was bound to arise:  

Why do both Delia and Kartan have roommates?  

If someone new had taken the top spot, that would not be the correct answer.  

As Delia and Kartan entered their third year, a small change occurred at the Imperial Lapolis Academy.  

It was during the tail end of their second year, a time when preparations to advance to the third year had begun.  

“Delia, did you receive the official notice too?”  

“Mm, I did. It’s a bit surprising.”  

Delia and Kartan, both of whom had experienced being at the top of their class, each received an official letter from the Academy.  

“The privilege of a private room for the top student is being revoked.”  

The reason was an increase in the enrollment quota.  

Recently, there had been a growing number of students who couldn’t endure the Academy’s curriculum and failed to complete their graduation requirements.  

In response, the Imperial Lapolis Academy announced plans to increase the number of incoming students.  

This meant they intended to maintain the number of graduates.  

Since all students were required to live in dormitories, more rooms were needed. As a result, the privilege of private rooms for top students in each grade was also abolished.  

“It was a nice benefit, though.”  

“Yeah, it’s a bit disappointing.”  

For Delia and Kartan, it was almost certain that one of them would hold the top spot in their grade, making the use of a private room a significant advantage for their secret relationship.  

However, as they entered their third year, the privilege disappeared.  

Because of this, their secret romance faced some obstacles.  

***

Squelch, squelch— 

The obscene sound of wet flesh intertwining echoed through the room.  

“Ugh, ha…”  

“Haah, Delia.”  

Kartan’s voice, thick with arousal, whispered into Delia’s ear.  

As his sticky breath touched the rim of her ear, Delia unconsciously tightened around him.  

Kartan’s manhood, deeply embedded inside her, seemed intent on delving even further, relentlessly thrusting upward.  

Squelch, squelch—  

“Ahh, mm…”  

“Damn, haah…”  

Clinging to each other in primal instinct, the two were aboard a ship sailing toward the peak of ecstasy.  

As the thick tip of his manhood scraped against Delia’s inner walls, she let out an uncontrollable moan.  

“Ahh, ahhh…!”  

Holding her tightly in his arms, Kartan savored the blissful sensation.  

Every time he mingled with Delia, Kartan felt as though it was a new experience.  

What would it be this time? The thrill of exploring deeper places excited him.  

Moreover, it had been so long since he could focus on her like this.  

While places like the library, empty classrooms, or even bathrooms weren’t bad, s*x on a proper bed was undeniably the most comfortable.  

Today, without the guilt of always inconveniencing Delia due to unfavorable circumstances, Kartan could indulge in her fully.  

“Ahh, mm…”  

As he took one of Delia’s plump, protruding n*pples into his mouth, he felt as though he could taste a sweet fragrance.  

Licking up its tip, Kartan silently thanked his roommate, Dylan.  

Thanks to Dylan returning to his family home, Kartan could freely explore Delia on his bed.  

Creak, creak—

Every time Kartan’s hips moved faster, the top bunk of the bed creaked more violently.  

Since they were on the top bunk, pressed against each other, the shaking became even more intense.  

This made it harder for Delia to keep her composure. All her senses were jumbled together.  

Moreover, the pleasure burning through her body felt like a flame had been ignited, heating her up entirely.  

Her mind went blank, as if it had turned to ash and burned away completely.  

“So, so good… just a little more…”  

Recently, Delia had been honest—no, even bold—about her desires. Kartan found this side of her quite appealing.  

Looking down at Delia, who was shedding tears from the overwhelming pleasure filling her body, Kartan thrust his hardened manhood into her even deeper.  

“Ahhh!”  

Delia’s vision flashed white.  

She clung tightly to Kartan’s firm back, anticipating the moment to come.  

If he just stirred her a little more.  

Soon enough, she would…  

“Kartan, Kartan…!”  

“Delia, damn it…!”  

The ship they were on was just about to reach its destination.  

But then.  

Clink, clink—  

The sudden sound of a key turning halted their movements.  

“…!”  

Instinctively covering her mouth with her hand, Delia locked eyes with Kartan, disbelief written across her face.  

Click— 

“…?”  

They had definitely locked the door.  

So why was the doorknob turning?  

Why was a sound that shouldn’t be heard right now echoing in their ears?  

Could they have misheard it?  

No, that couldn’t be. Both of them, faces mere inches apart, had heard the same sound and couldn’t hide their shock.  

They froze completely.  

Kartan’s thick tip remained buried deep within Delia’s inner walls.  

And then.  

Bang— 

The door finally opened.  

Who on earth?  

Why would someone open the door and come in now?  

The situation was so absurd that neither of them could utter a word.  

Then suddenly, one thought crossed Kartan’s mind.  

The only person, other than himself, who had the key to this room was…  

“Hey, Kartan. Are you asleep?”  

…his roommate, Dylan.  

‘K-Kartan, didn’t you say your roommate wasn’t here today?’  

Delia’s eyes, filled with panic, urged Kartan to answer.  

Of course, Kartan was just as flustered.  

Why was Dylan back at the dormitory? He had clearly packed all his things and left earlier in the day.  

“…Dylan, weren’t you going home?”  

Suppressing the trembling in his voice caused by their interrupted intimacy, Kartan asked Dylan.  

The only relief was that they were on the top bunk, which meant Dylan couldn’t see them.  

Kartan silently thanked the tall guardrails around the bed. Without them, Dylan might have seen Delia.  

“No, seriously. I don’t even know why I’m here. On the way home, the carriage broke down.”  

Dylan grumbled, complaining that there were no spare carriages available since it was the season when everyone was traveling.  

“Ugh, I had to walk all the way back here. It was exhausting.”  

“Oh, uh… That must’ve been tough. You should get some rest.”  

Still holding Delia tightly, Kartan tried to calm his roommate.  

He was trying to ensure Dylan wouldn’t look up at the top bunk and notice anything suspicious.  

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to sleep right away. I’m so tired I could die. Forgive your filthy roommate for going to bed without washing up, Kartan.”  

Forgive him? Kartan was actually incredibly grateful that Dylan was going straight to sleep.  

“Yeah, yeah. Just get some rest.”  

Luckily, Dylan seemed too exhausted to even think about looking up at the top bunk.