Huayin’s mind went completely blank, as if she’d been thrown into a world of ice and fire.
The scorching heat and dampness pressing against her fingertips, even through a thin layer of cloth, instantly shattered all the composure and feigned indifference she’d been maintaining as a bystander.
It was something alive, pulsing violently—a desire and pounding heartbeat that belonged to Ange.
So raw, so undeniable, it was seared into her every sense.
Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand back. Her fingertips curled unconsciously, twitching ever so slightly…
“Mm…!”
That subtle motion, it was as if she had pressed some dangerous switch.
From deep in Ange’s throat spilled a stifled, yet still audible, gasp thick with ambiguous longing.
Her whole body jerked, trembling more fiercely, like an aloe leaf shivering in the wind.
Those violet eyes, usually so lazy or sharp, were now veiled with a watery haze.
At the very edge of her pupils, a faint, heart-shaped outline began to appear, sending chills through Huayin’s heart.
Oh no! She’s about to lose control!
Alarms blared in Huayin’s mind. The initial shame and panic she felt at being so suddenly “attacked” were instantly replaced by a stronger sense of crisis.
She couldn’t just stand by and watch any longer!
Right at that moment, Ingrid finally noticed the extremely unnatural atmosphere between the two of them.
She glanced at Teacher Ange’s flushed cheeks and trembling body, then looked at Huayin’s hand—caught tight in Teacher Ange’s grip and stuffed beneath the covers.
On Huayin’s face was a mixture of shock, panic, and some other…complex emotion she couldn’t quite read. Worried, she spoke up.
“Classmate Huayin? Teacher Ange? What are you two…doing? Is Teacher really feeling that unwell?”
The question hit Huayin like a splash of cold water, snapping her instantly awake.
With nearly all her strength, she yanked her hand from that burning, dangerous “prison.”
The motion was so swift it even produced a faint, ambiguous sizzling sound.
The lingering sensation on her fingertips and that soft sound made her ears burn, but she forced herself to calm down, quickly switching her expression to that of a proud and slightly impatient young lady.
“It’s nothing!”
She cut in before Ange could say anything strange, her voice raised on purpose to mask a barely detectable tremor.
“Teacher Ange just said that my book’s explanation of a certain Demon-slaying Rune has some problems, and she needed to point them out to me herself. It’s not really convenient to do it here.”
As she spoke, she swiftly closed the book she’d just been reading, and with her other hand, grabbed Ange’s arm without giving her a chance to resist, pulling her up from the bed.
“Come on, Teacher! Let’s go to my room, you can explain it to me properly!”
Her tone was forceful, brooking no argument, and she practically dragged the still weak-kneed, dazed Ange toward the door.
At this moment, Ange was almost entirely ruled by the Demon-slaying Rune’s instinct.
The last shred of her reason understood that Huayin was helping her out of a tight spot, so she could only barely cooperate, letting Huayin pull her along on shaky legs.
Ingrid watched the two of them hurry away, blinking her azure eyes, her small face still written all over with confusion.
“A Demon-slaying Rune…needs to be explained in private in a room?”
It all felt strange, but with her innocent way of thinking, she truly couldn’t come up with a more reasonable explanation.
At the same time, in Ange’s bathroom.
Sakika stood beneath the shower, warm water streaming through her long, silky black hair as white foam slid down the strands.
Her eyes were closed, seemingly focused on cleaning, but if anyone could see her pupils at that moment, they would notice a faint, chilling crimson flickering within the black depths.
She had lightly activated the power of the Greed Demon King Mamon’s bloodline. All sounds from outside were magnified as if under a lens, clearly reaching her ears.
Huayin’s deliberately raised, evasive voice…
Teacher Ange’s strained, yet still heavy and chaotic breathing…
This wasn’t the first time.
Sakika calmly turned off the faucet, picked up a towel, and leisurely dried the water droplets from her hair.
She recalled when Teacher Ange had suddenly rushed into the bathroom before, and the muffled, suppressed breathing and faint noises that followed—so similar to what she was hearing now.
Once might be coincidence, but twice?
Black hair dripping, clinging to her pale cheeks.
She lifted her gaze, the darkness in her eyes restored, and through the frosted glass door looked toward the direction where Ange and Huayin had left.
Her face remained as expressionless and logical as always, but deep inside, a cool and analytical doubt arose.
Teacher Ange…
Could she really be that kind of…
Lewd person?