"Y-young master…"
Her voice trembled, soft and uneven, as a shoulder length ash-blonde haired young woman stood in the narrow space, her breath already unsteady for reasons she could not fully understand, her fingers clutching lightly at the fabric near her chest as though bracing for something she could feel approaching before it even happened.
Then suddenly, a firm hand slipped around her waist from behind, pulling her back in one smooth motion until her body met a solid warmth, her breath catching instantly as her back pressed flush against a broad, muscled frame that did not yield even slightly, the heat of it seeping through her clothes and into her skin.
She inhaled sharply.
Her entire body stiffened.
And yet… she didn't move away.
A presence loomed behind her, close—too close—as strands of white hair brushed faintly against her cheek, and before she could turn, his lips found the edge of her ear, grazing it with a slow, deliberate touch that lingered just long enough to send a sharp shiver racing down her spine.
Her fingers curled.
Her shoulders trembled.
A faint, breathless sound escaped her.
"Ahh… Umm… y-young master… p-please…"
The words came out broken, her voice caught somewhere between protest and something far less certain, her body already reacting in ways her mind struggled to keep up with.
He did not release her.
Instead, he shifted slightly, his hold tightening just enough to keep her in place as his breath fell warm and slow against her ear, each exhale deliberate, each pause stretching just enough to make her feel it more.
"You want this… don't you?"
His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried a weight that settled deep, curling into her thoughts and unraveling them piece by piece.
"N-no…"
The denial came quickly, but it lacked strength, her voice softer than before, her body betraying her even as she spoke.
His hand moved slightly at her waist, steady and unyielding, while the fabric at her shoulders began to slip, inch by inch, the motion unhurried, almost indulgent.
"You don't have a choice here…" he murmured, his lips now trailing lower, brushing along the delicate line of her neck, slow and lingering, "you are mine…"
His hands slid down her maid uniform from the shoulders, revealing one side of her magnificent breast covered by a bra. She gasped at the sudden exposure, her nipple hardening beneath his gaze. He continued sliding the fabric down slowly, revealing more of her supple skin and her trembling form. As the cool air hit her warm skin, she shivered in anticipation.
"Such a sinful body you have," he whispered into her ear again, his voice thick with desire. "You belong to me...in my bedroom." His free hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly skimming over her navel before slipping inside her panties. The young woman let out a soft moan as pleasure coursed through her veins.
Her breath faltered again.
Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
"Stay still..!"
His fingers traced the outline of her bra before finally brushing against her hardened nipple through the fabric. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back slightly.
He chuckled darkly against her skin, his lips moving lower towards her neck once again. This time, his teeth grazed against her sensitive flesh, causing her to whimper in pleasure. "You belong to me," he whispered hoarsely. "In my bedroom."
She tried to resist him, but it was futile. His touch was too electrifying; his words too convincing. Her body was his for the taking, and she knew it deep down inside. As he slid one hand underneath her uniform, she felt a jolt of fear mixed with desire course through her veins.
He cupped her breast gently at first, teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger until it hardened even further. Then, without warning, he pinched it sharply, causing her to cry out in both pain and arousal.
"A-ahhh..!!"
Her knees softened.
"But look how dirty you are," he whispered against her neck, his voice dark and seductive. "You want to do it in a changing room...where anyone could catch us." His free hand pinched her other nipple, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "Isn't that right?"
"B-be gentle..." she breathed out weakly, barely recognizing her own voice. Her fingers tightened weakly.
With each passing moment, the young woman felt herself succumbing to his advances. Her body yearned for his touch, begging for release. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, something waiting to blast free.
And then—
A voice intruded.
Distant. Faint.
"Miss… Miss… do you need something?"
The warmth flickered.
The closeness fractured.
"Miss… Miss…"
The voice came again, clearer this time, pulling her out of the lingering haze as her eyes slowly opened, her vision adjusting to find the familiar face of an attendant leaning slightly toward her, brows drawn with mild concern.
"Do you need something?"
For a brief second, Mira simply stared.
Then—
Realization struck.
"Ahhhhhahhh…"
A deep, overwhelming embarrassment surged through her all at once as her entire body reacted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips before she let out a startled cry, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she abruptly pushed herself upright, the world around her shifting in an instant.
She was no longer there in a narrow space.
No warmth behind her. No presence.
Only— Her room.
Her familiar dorm room.
Her breath came out heavy, uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly as sweat clung to her skin, her hair slightly damp, her face burning with heat that refused to fade.
For a moment, she simply sat there on her bed, trying to steady herself.
Then—
Her gaze lowered between her legs.
The fabric beneath her.
As a damp patch had formed on the sheets and her panties.
Her eyes widened as they trembled.
"W-what…?"
Her voice came out faint, fragile, as confusion and humiliation collided within her, and before she could stop herself, tears began to gather and spill over.
"D-did I… pee in my dream…?"
The words barely made sense even to her, yet they were the only explanation her mind could grasp in that moment.
The door opened again as a maid rushed in, alerted by the earlier noise, her expression immediately shifting to concern.
"Are you okay, young mistress?"
Mira reacted instantly pulling the blanket up ,covering herself completely.
"I-I am fine…!"
Her voice was quick, almost too quick, her face hidden as she turned slightly away, refusing to meet the maid's eyes.
The maid paused, glancing at her once more as if unsure, before finally nodding and stepping back, leaving the room quietly.
The door closed as the silence returned.
Mira slowly sank back down, turning onto her side as she buried her face into the pillow, her entire body still tense, her thoughts in complete disarray.
J-just what kind of dream was that…?
Her grip tightened slightly against the fabric.
I-I shouldn't have followed them at all…
***
Damon walked across the academy grounds in the crisp morning air, his uniform neatly in place as his steps carried him forward with their usual steady rhythm, his gaze unfocused for a moment as his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Ahh… today is that maniac's lecture, isn't it…
A faint exhale left him as he continued along the stone pathway, the early bustle of students moving around him blending into the background as his mind shifted toward something far more pressing.
I need to think of a business idea… and soon…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Otherwise, I'll just remain a pawn for my 'father' in this life as well…
The thought sat heavily, unpleasant and unacceptable.
I can't let go of the Valecrest name until I have something of my own… some form of backing…
His jaw tightened faintly as he walked.
Until then… I'll have to play along…and do what the father of this body says…
By the time those thoughts settled, he had already reached the familiar building, stepping inside and making his way toward the classroom of Class S, the environment already filled with the low hum of students gathering before the session began.
He entered without hesitation.
Walking up along the rows.
His gaze moved across the room briefly before stopping on a particular figure, and without slowing, he adjusted his path, heading directly in that direction.
Let's just get this over with…
He stopped beside her.
"Hello, Miss."
The reaction was immediate.
Her body stiffened.
Then slowly—
Mira turned back.
The moment her eyes met his, her entire expression changed, her body trembling slightly as her face flushed an intense shade of red, the reaction so abrupt that it bordered on exaggerated.
"Ehhh—!"
The sound escaped her almost involuntarily.
Damon blinked once.
Then looked at her more carefully.
…Did I traumatize her that much?