Her fingers lifted to his chin, tracing along the edge of his jaw with a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down his spine.
Elion swallowed hard, his breath catching. "A-ah... I really don’t think—"
"Oh, relax," she whispered, tilting his chin just enough to force his gaze up to meet hers. "I’m only checking something."
Her other hand drifted lower, not too far, resting lightly against his lower abdomen, the warmth of her palm seeping through the fabric.
The spot was sensitive enough that his breath stuttered, his muscles tightening on instinct.
A slow smile curved her lips.
Shkkk!
She grabbed his cock through the stiff fabric of his pants, squeezing it lightly as if taking measure.
Elion gasped at the sudden, intimate touch. He never expected her to take things so far.
The Nurse’s eyes widened as she felt the impressive bulge straining against the fabric of Elion’s pants.
Her mind immediately began calculating the size and girth of his manhood based on what she could feel pressing into her palm.
"Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with genuine awe. "That’s quite an... impressive weapon you have there."
Elion tried to shift away slightly, uncomfortable with her bold assessment. But her hand remained firmly pressed against him, as if she couldn’t bear to let go of such a fascinating discovery.
Elion’s breath hitched, part shock, part something else. "A-ah... M–Miss Beatrice—"
"There it is," she teased softly. "Exactly the reaction I thought I’d get."
Aria, still flushed, stared between them in disbelief. "M—Miss!"
She laughed quietly and stepped back, hands raised as though she’d done nothing more than a harmless examination.
"Don’t worry," she said, playful as ever. "Just needed to confirm he’s... responsive."
Elion nearly choked on air.
To his surprise, she didn’t retreat. Instead, she touched him again slowly, her fingers brushing along the curve of his thigh in a light, gliding touch that made his muscles tense.
Then her hand slid upward, tracing over the firm line of his bicep as if appraising him like a sculpture.
"My, oh my..." she murmured, her voice warm and velvety. "You really are a strong, handsome young man. In fact, I’d say you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever had walk through this door."
"If I were the young lady over there," she continued, nodding toward Aria with a teasing smile, "I wouldn’t be able to resist you either. Honestly?" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Even now, it’s taking quite a bit of willpower not to just pounce on you."
"W—What?"
Aria’s reaction was far louder.
"MISS BEATRICE!" she shrieked, cheeks exploding red at the blatant flirting.
Beatrice laughed softly as though their panic were the most delightful thing she’d seen all week."Oh, relax, dear. Sharing won’t hurt."
Aria’s jaw dropped so far it nearly hit the floor. "S-SHARING!?"
Beatrice giggled again, waving a hand dismissively. "I’m only joking," she said, though her eyes still sparkled wickedly.
Finally, she pulled her hands away from Elion, though not completely. Her fingertips lingered along the curve of his cheek, a slow, deliberate caress before she stepped back at last.
"There. Much better," she murmured, clearing her throat as if remembering, belatedly, that she was technically still on duty.
Even so, that hungry glint in her eyes didn’t fade; if anything, it sharpened every time her gaze drifted over him.
"Well," she said lightly, folding her arms beneath her chest, "since we’ve... established a few things, let’s get down to business."
Aria straightened, still flustered, still pink. "Y-Yes, ma’am."
Beatrice tapped her pen against her clipboard, eyes flicking meaningfully between them."So, I’m assuming there’s absolutely nothing wrong with your girlfriend?"
Both Elion and Aria froze.
"She’s not—"
"We’re not—"
They stumbled over each other’s words, but their frantic denial only fed Beatrice’s smirk.
"Mhm. Sure." She waved her pen dismissively. "In any case, you’re both breathing, standing, and in one piece. So..."
She pointed toward the door. "Out you go."
"Just don’t be in such a hurry to fuck next time, do it in your rooms or something, not my office." Aria blushed deeply, clutching the hem of her short skirt.
Elion and Aria exchanged one last mortified glance before shuffling toward the exit. As Elion opened the door, he felt Beatrice’s stare on his back, hot, lingering, shameless.
"Come back anytime," she called sweetly. "You especially."
Elion nearly tripped.
Aria grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out into the corridor, slamming the door shut behind them.
As Aria and Elion stepped out of the infirmary, silence settled as they walked in the hallway. Neither of them spoke.
Their thoughts were tangled, their hearts still racing for entirely different reasons than before.
Aria felt... strange. Embarrassed, flustered, warm, confused, yet happy. Too happy.
While Elion was having trouble processing Beatrice’s flirtatious personality. He couldn’t help but think about whether she did that to every single guy she met.
They eventually slowed to a stop, standing a few feet apart, but their eyes found each other almost immediately.
For a long, breathless second, they simply stared.
Then Elion inhaled deeply, stepped forward, and gently pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft. Barely a moment. Barely pressure. But Aria melted all the same, her chest filling with a warmth so fierce and tender she thought it might burst through her ribs.
She rose onto her toes without thinking, kissing him back with the same quiet, trembling honesty.
When they parted, Aria exhaled shakily, the tension leaving her shoulders." I think we need to talk," she murmured.
Elion nodded, heart still thudding. "I... agree."
But then Aria’s stomach growled loudly. She turned crimson.
"L-Later. Right now, I’m... really hungry," she whispered, pressing both hands to her cheeks. "I should go to the cafeteria before lunch ends."
In truth, she just needed to escape; her heart was still hammering uncontrollably, and if she stayed near Elion any longer, she felt like she might collapse from sheer fluster.
"I understand." Elion smiled softly. "But... I’ll be waiting for you."
Before she could respond, he leaned in and gave her another small, gentle peck on the lips.
Her breath caught. Her knees almost buckled. A blushing smile bloomed across her face, shy, bright, and completely unguarded.
"O-okay," she whispered, turning away fast to hide her expression.
She hurried down the hallway, her short silver hair reflecting the light, and her shapely ass cheeks bouncing with each step.
Elion stood still for a second...
Then...
He clenched his fist and nearly punched the air, barely holding back a triumphant shout.
He turned and headed toward his dorms, walking through corridor after corridor, still replaying her smile in his mind.
Until...
Wham!
A hand clamped over his mouth. Another hand grabbed the back of his head.
"What the—!?"
He couldn’t shout. He was yanked sideways, hard, into an open doorway.
An ambush!?