After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me chapter 188

188 – Asilia’s Dissatisfaction

The night air is now complete.

I washed my body and shook off the hardships of the day.

“Whew.”

A small sigh that naturally comes out as I dry my hair.

It was an exhausting day in many ways.

A blood girl is a blood girl, but more than anything, the image of Amgi almost getting stabbed between the eyes floated in my head.

The memory became more vivid because the blood girl stopped time.

It will probably be difficult to forget the sight of the sharp thorn stopping right in front of the eyebrows.

“I literally almost died.”

I was in the process of tearing my body apart, but it was at least a fatal wound.

Of course, even though it has the hidden piece of super regeneration-

“If it goes into a completely groggy state, it’s unclear whether it will activate or not.”

It was dangerous. It was dangerous.

I sat down on the bed, putting on a shower gown.

As I reached out to the bedside, I found a notebook and a pen.

When I was trying to record what happened today in a journal.

— Knock.

A knock was heard.

“…Who is it?”

Because I had a variety of customers, I was able to distinguish people by the sound of their knocks.

This was my first time hearing the sound pattern I was hearing now.

It is an elegant, discreet sound that resonates well and is quite pleasant to listen to.

Drur.

When I opened the door to the club room, I was slightly surprised.

There was an unexpected person standing outside the door.

“Master?”

Master slowly looks up at me at the sound of my words.

The height difference between us wasn’t that big, so we just lifted our chins a little.

Her eyes looked big and moist today.

“… Disciple.”

She looked at me distantly and continued her words.

“Why is my disciple here? I guess I’m finally hallucinating.”

It is a low murmur as if one is dreaming.

Today’s teacher is definitely eccentric.

If something elegant but hard on the inside is the original teacher…

The current Master was relaxed and defenseless, as if he had completely let go of his tension.

He opened his mouth, storing the rare image of Master in his head.

“This is the Dessert Research Club’s room, Master.”

Blink, blink.

She slowly closes her eyes and opens her mouth.

“…Ah. It’s not my accommodation.”

“Yes.”

“… I thought another student was waiting for me at my dorm. That couldn’t be possible. I’m such a foolish woman too…”

Master lowers his head sullenly.

First, I comforted the teacher.

“You’re such a fool. There are times like that. Master, you’re always cool.”

“… Really? Is it okay for a student to be a teacher like this?”

“Yes.”

“Then…”

Dalssak Dalssak.

Master’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

After that Dalssakim, I felt like the teacher’s sincerity would come out.

But her mouth slowly closed.

Kuuk.

She bit her lip once and instead looked at my face.

And then he asks.

He looked like a teacher normally.

“My student, what happened? You look a little shocked.”

“That’s…”

“Your body is quite tense. Is it difficult to tell the teacher?”

She lowers the corners of her eyes as if she is sad.

Of course, that can’t be true.

I told Master what happened today.

Master, who had been quietly nodding and listening, lowered his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you suddenly apologizing…?”

“Because I couldn’t protect you. My student almost got into trouble.”

“No. How could Master…”

“I was just drinking. Bad teacher.”

“It would probably have been the same even if it had been the other way around…”

Master shook his head resolutely.

“I guess so. But more than anything, at this moment…”

“…?”

“I should be more worried…”

Master stopped talking there.

We stood still, looking at each other.

Time for your eyes to blink about five times.

Master’s mouth was carefully opened.

“I feel this way even when I see a student who is almost in trouble. Other thoughts are bigger than worries…”

Master, who was looking up at me, swallowed his saliva.

“So I’m a terrible teacher.”

Is it because of sadness or some other reason?

The corners of Master’s eyes sparkled as if tears were forming.

Master keeps saying sorry.

It was clear that something had changed in her mentality.

… What is it?

As I was observing her, I tilted her head.

‘…Are you hot?’

Master’s entire body looked moist, as if he was in the pre-cold sweat stage.

For some reason, I can feel the heat.

I felt like a person with a cold.

“Are you in any pain?”

“Uh, huh?”

Master looking at me with hazy eyes.

There was definitely a faint blush on her cheeks.

Her lips slowly opened, somehow seductively.

“Our student is so kind that he even worries about such an evil teacher. The teacher is so pathetic.”

She sighs in her embrace.

At first glance, I could sense the spicy scent of alcohol.

Only then did I realize how things were going.

“Have you had any alcohol?”

“Huh? I drank a little. hehehe.”

Master, who smiled defenselessly, stumbled slightly.

I quickly helped her up.

“How much did you eat?”

Is there alcohol that can make Seolhwageomje drunk in the first place?

“A little.”

“A little master gets drunk?”

“I somehow wanted to get drunk today.”

Master, who muttered like that, leaned on me as I supported her.

Surrr.

The clothes she wears are always thin.

The soft touch of Master’s skin felt through the cloth.

If my estrus period had not ended, it would definitely have been a dangerous moment.

‘… It’s Master. Come to your senses’

She controlled herself like that and supported her.

Master leaned closer to me and pointed to the sofa with her hand.

“I’m sorry, student. Just take me there.”

Master is quite tall, but not heavy.

Young car.

She sits down on her sofa and tries to stand up.

— Took

We lightly caught each other’s feet.

I lost my balance and fell.

There just happened to be…

Master was sitting.

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Asilia did not quite understand her sensation of ‘throbbing’.

Her physical abilities were considerable from a young age.

No matter how much she runs, her heart beats only for a moment.

She was able to control even her own body.

Of course, I have often felt her sense of accomplishment and happiness.

When she completed Seolhwa Sword Technique.

When she saw the child’s face smiling brightly at her.

Her heart was racing at times like that, but it was more of happiness than pounding.

That’s why.

Cow! Coo! Coo!

The pain is so strong that it feels like it might explode at any moment.

It was truly the first time I had felt such a painful beating.

… But.

Even the reason for this ‘first feeling’ is new.

It’s not because she did vigorous exercise.

It is not because she is in an incredibly happy situation.

It’s just because it’s close.

Because the distance between Asilia and her student whom she really loved was close.

Because I felt the body of my student beyond her body.

The face, eyes, and lips of the disciple before my eyes.

Because she was so close.

His solid chest rising and falling for breathing, and the warm breath that leaked out from it, put Asilia to the test.

‘… No.’

Asilia bit her lip lightly.

She knows that she must resist this instinct she harbors.

But.

You can feel the youthful elasticity of your skin beyond your clothes.

No. Young.

Even, to put it another way,

Daughter and peers.

Asilia tried to calm her instincts.

‘Absolutely not.’

It’s not even that this child seduced him first.

She also pretended to be very drunk.

She also flirted.

She also secretly stepped on the foot of her student who carefully placed her on the sofa.

Everyone was Asilia herself.

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‘…I am.’

It was really trash.

I felt like tears were about to flow.

I feel pathetic at myself for growing older according to my age.

She really feels inadequate because she can’t handle even one instinct properly. She couldn’t have been a pathetic teacher.

‘Yes. I’m pathetic.’

She repeated that fact.

The more I thought about it, the less rational I became.

‘I’m at rock bottom.’

She bent herself over.

By bending and bending, the floor was lowered to a length.

When she did that, she became closer to instinct. She was able to admit it.

Although she is so insignificant, she harbors a lust for her student.

Even this prickly feeling of guilt.

I am excited about using it as material.

‘… It’s really pathetic.’

That was Asilia herself.

Asilia muttered without realizing it.

“I’m sorry, Ian. My student.”

I’m sorry, Master.

Because he is such a pathetic person.

Because he was the one who fell to the bottom.

“… So.”

Asilia pressed her own lips to those of her disciple.

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I accepted Master’s lips as they overlapped.

Breath so hot that it burned her came from her.

The breath is so captivating that it makes me feel hot too.

Only then did I realize.

‘… Estrus.’

Master is in a state of heat right now.

Her eyes did not change completely.

So she was late to notice.

— Chureup

While I was lost in thought, I was unknowingly mixing my tongue with my teacher.

‘… No.’

I felt guilty.

Master closed his eyes and was lusting after me passionately, even though he felt pain somehow.

Now I understand why she kept saying sorry.

Master. How deeply was Asilia worried?

How sorry she must have felt.

Nevertheless, I wonder how she feels when she cannot overcome her instincts and places her lips on me.

In the end, there was only one thing I could do.

Do your best to satisfy Master.

So what gets her out of her heat.

Puh-ha –

Lips separated for a moment to take a breath.

Master apologized to me once again.

“I’m sorry for being a poor teacher.”

“It’s okay.”

“Then…”

Master’s hand naturally came down to my waist.

We stared at each other quietly.

I know I shouldn’t do that.

But it was also clear what each wanted.

Surrr.

Master raised the hem of his dress.

I held her hand.

“…Why?”

Asilia cried.