Here we go.
His focus wavered, vision snagged on Miss Eveline, catching him off guard.
It was the first time he’d had the mental bandwidth to actually see her magnificence.
And boy, what a woman she was.
Her green hair cascaded down her back like a river of emerald silk, but it was the dress that did the heavy lifting.
A single piece of long, black fabric clinging to a frame that was pure hourglass.
Her hips flared out, a dramatic, curvy bump that made the dress strain.
With every measured step she took, her ass, full and round, gave a little jiggle that was both distracting and hypnotic.
The dress had slits on either side, cut high enough to be a declaration of intent, revealing long stretches of creamy, pale leg.
The slits were cut so high up that he could see glimpses of her tantalising creamy thighs with every movement.
But the main event was up top.
The neckline wasn’t just low; it was carved out, a deep scoop designed to showcase the swell of her huge, juicy breasts.
They were enormous, F-cups at the very least, and seemed perpetually on the verge of spilling out.
The sheer volume of them was a marvel of structural engineering and genetics.
The realization hit Elion like a physical blow.
She was a total smoke-show!
After the frantic, desperate mess with Mira, this was different.
This was mature, curated, untouchable power.
In his eyes, Miss Eveline wasn’t just an authority figure anymore.
She was, for lack of a more sophisticated term, absolutely fucking stacked!
Elion realized with a start that this was the woman who had been lecturing him.
He’d always seen her as a stern instructor, but now... now he saw the curvy, confident, sexy woman underneath.
He had never noticed before, too focused on his studies and his own agenda.
But right now, with her standing so close, her scent, a mix of old parchment, lavender, and something uniquely feminine, wafting around him, he couldn’t deny it.
She was absolutely hot!
Hot didn’t even begin to cover it.
As he stood there, frozen in place, he couldn’t help but stare.
It was as if he had never really seen her before, never noticed the way she moved, the way she carried herself with confidence and poise.
And now, in this moment, he felt like he was drowning in her curves and charm.
As Elion stood there, staring at Miss Eveline’s curvaceous form, he couldn’t deny the sudden stirring in his pants.
His dick began to throb with an undeniable urge, as if demanding attention.
He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Calm down, little bro," he muttered under his breath.
The primal desire to rip off Miss Eveline’s dress and explore every inch of her tantalizing curves was overwhelming.
But right now, he had something else to worry about.
Eveline despised tardiness.
Fortunately, Elion was almost never late, so he expected a quick comment, maybe a raised eyebrow.
Boy, how wrong he was.
For the next five minutes, she unleashed a thorough, merciless lecture.
His work ethic.
His sense of responsibility.
His future.
The importance of discipline.
And how "even promising students fall behind if they let small habits slide."
Elion stood there and took it with quiet resignation, mentally counting the seconds, and ogling.
He took another steadying breath, willing his erection to subside.
Despite his best efforts, his eyes kept drifting back to her ample breasts.
He wanted nothing more than to see them in all their glory, to feel their softness against his face.
"Are you listening to me, young man?"
Elion turned his full attention back to Miss Eveline, hoping she hadn’t noticed his blatant ogling.
"Yes, uh, yes, well..." he stammered, trying to regain his train of thought. "Let’s move on to the lesson, shall we?"
He gave her a bright, overly cheerful smile, hoping to deflect any suspicion of his wandering thoughts.
"I’m not done with you..."
But, damn, she just went on.
By the time she finally paused to breathe, he gave her an apologetic look, genuine enough to satisfy her.
She sighed, tension easing from her shoulders. "See that it doesn’t happen again. Go on, join the class."
He nodded and moved past her.
Across the room, he immediately spotted William and a handful of other guys snickering behind their spellbooks, doing a terrible job of hiding their amusement.
Elion pretended not to see them.
Then he walked past Aria.
She was mid-incantation, wind swirling around her hands in a tight spiral, until she noticed him.
Her eyes widened, the spell sputtered, and she snapped her gaze away, cheeks flushing pink.
Elion couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips.
He decided to leave her alone, not wanting to make things awkward for her.
What he didn’t notice, however, was Isolde.
From her place near one of the training pillars, she had seen everything.
Aria losing focus the instant he appeared, the sudden flush, the awkward glance away.
Her brows furrowed.
What’s up with those two?
She had also been one of those who watched them leave class together earlier to go to the infirmary, and ever since, she’d been quietly observing every little detail.
And the pieces were starting to look... very suspicious.
Miss Eveline returned to the center of the room, clapping her hands sharply.
"Alright, everyone, minor spells only. Focus on stability, not force."
At once, the room flickered to life.