Chapter 293: Chapter 292- Self pleasure**

It had been a long time since Ariana felt this relaxed. These past ten days had been nothing but work and responsibility, and though she never once complained, the weight of it had pressed on her shoulders. A small outing like this was exactly what she needed.

Nothing fancy—just the quiet backside of the academy where the two of them strolled together. Before this, they had gone to the nearby town for dinner, and now they enjoyed the silence of the night.

“How are your classes going? After so long, standing on the podium again?” Ariana asked with a gentle smile.

Adrian gave a small shrug. “The students welcomed me warmly. They often ask about my health. It feels nice, I think.”

“Well, they would. Who wouldn’t care about their savior?” Ariana teased, though her tone carried no joke. She meant every word.

Adrian glanced at her. “Do you plan on easing the requirements for the new exam?”

The third examination Ariana had introduced required students to fight an Instructor using only their own bodies and skills. Naturally, it left the third-years nervous. They would be the first to face it, and for those who had no interest in combat—the ones who preferred research or quiet studies—the thought of standing against an Instructor was nothing short of terrifying.

Ariana raised a brow. “Don’t tell me you brought me out on a date just to bribe me into changing my mind.”

Adrian sighed. “Right. I even got engaged to you just to have my salary raised.”

Ariana laughed softly and looped her arm through his. “Let them stay on edge for these two months. I never planned on throwing them against Instructors in the first place.”

Adrian tilted his head. “You mean…”

“Yep,” Ariana said with a sly smirk. “They’ll be fighting each other. Preparing to climb a mountain at least makes a small hill seem easy, doesn’t it?”

Adrian hummed in understanding. He couldn’t warn the students, of course—that would ruin the point of her little deception.

They walked in silence for a while before Ariana spoke again. “Have you received any letter from Ruby?”

“I have,” Adrian replied quickly. “Got one today. I’ll be meeting her family this weekend.”

“Have you prepared your clothes and gifts?” she asked.

Adrian grumbled. “I’ve got plenty of new suits already. And I will think about gifts when the day comes. Don’t worry about that.”

Ariana gave a soft hum, her voice lowering. “Don’t return right away after meeting her parents. Stay with Ruby for a while. She’ll want that.”

Adrian’s expression softened as he nodded. “I was already thinking the same.”

They stopped walking, and Ariana turned to face him.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. “Tomorrow, my fiancé is going to introduce himself to another girl’s family,” she said in a soft but dramatic tone. “I’m jealous and upset, Adrian.”

Adrian blinked, caught off guard by her sudden words. For a moment, he was speechless.

Before he could reply, Ariana leaned closer, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper. “That’s why tonight… you’re going to be punished.”

Adrian let out a quiet breath of laughter. “And will that soothe your heart?”

She tilted her head, lips curling playfully. “Maybe just a little.”

Adrian reached for her hand, lifting it with gentle care. Pressing a tender kiss against her knuckles, he whispered, “Then this person is all yours… to punish.”

Ariana grinned before the duo advanced towards their love nest.

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Elana sat in her room, finishing her revision for the final examination.

Her notes lay neatly before her—carefully prepared, already read through twice. She had everything she needed to pass, but she wasn’t the type to stop at “enough.”

She always believed her learning speed outpaced most others. Concepts that confused her classmates often came naturally to her. And when something didn’t? It only lit a fire inside her. New ideas intrigued her, and difficult topics became challenges she refused to shy away from. Elana loved challenges.

With a quiet breath, she closed her diary and leaned back in her seat.

The moon outside was bright, its light spilling gently through the curtains. A soft breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying with it a calmness that wrapped around her like a secret comfort.

Bathed in that silver glow, her delicate features seemed almost unearthly.

Her gem-blue eyes shimmered in the moonlight, making her look like someone both sacred and untouchable—someone others might worship, yet at the same time, long for with an ache they couldn’t deny.

She suddenly bit her lip, a restless spark flickering in her eyes, and pulled open the drawer.

Inside, within a small glass case, lay a black pen.

It wasn’t just any pen. It was the reward she had received earlier that day after answering every question correctly in a quiz. A simple item for anyone else—but not for her.

Her Professor had kept this pen tucked in his inner pocket.

Elana lifted it delicately, bringing it close to her nose. A faint trace of his cologne lingered on the smooth surface. Her chest tightened. This was so close to him… closer than she could ever be.

“I’m so jealous of you…” she whispered, her voice trembling as her gaze fixed on the pen.

If only she could get that close. To feel his warmth, to be held in the arms of the man she had longed for with every part of her.

Yes, they had grown closer—so much closer than they had been six months ago. But it wasn’t enough. Not for her. She wanted more. She wanted him to see her… not as a student, but as a woman.

Her mind drifted back to that day when he had tuned a third-grade armament for her. She had appeared before him in such a risky state, but he hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even given her the reaction she desperately sought.

It left her confused… aching.

“Haah… why do you always torture me, Professor?” Elana murmured, clutching the pen as though it could answer her longing.

Slowly, Elana’s eyes parted, drifting back to the pen in her hand.

Her thoughts began to wander, slipping into places she had tried to avoid. Imagination tangled with desire, pulling her deeper.

Her breathing grew shallow as she sank against the chair, the rhythm of her chest unsteady.

Lifting the pen closer, she let it brush against her skin, trailing it lightly down the curve of her neck.

A sharp shiver coursed through her, every hair on her body rising as if responding to an unseen touch.

Heat bloomed inside her, spreading like fire through her veins. Her body felt unbearably hot, consumed by a hunger she could no longer ignore.

Her lashes fluttered as she stared at the pen, her mind painting vivid, dangerous images she could no longer hold back.

Her breaths came quicker, shallow and uneven, chest rising and falling as heat pooled low in her stomach.

The pen glided down the line of her throat, its coldness teasing her burning skin. A gasp escaped her lips as the sensation sent another shiver through her body.

Her stiff buds were visible through her thin camisole.

She brought the pen down her chest and encircled the nub.

Her left hand, meanwhile, snaked down her stomach before sliding into her pants.

A gasp left her throat when her cold fingers touched her hot sex.

Her back arched faintly, her body trembling at the sensation.

Her long fingers traced the lower lip cautiously, teasingly, while imaging herself being touched by Adrian.

His long fingers are playing with her body, touching every part of her body that is still untouched.

Her fingers gained momentum as she began to strum her lower lips, a slow wet sound rising with each movement.

A damp mark began to appear on her shorts as she continued to dive deeper into self-pleasure.

“Nngh…Adrian…” she called his name…her eyes still closed.

She brought the pen to her mouth, giving it a few licks, and kissing it as if it were her most prized possession. But in her imagination that was no longer a pen.

Her soft tongue licked the pen from the base to the tip, lubricating it as her fingers continued to explore her insides.

Her body slowly swayed, her lips never stopping worshipping the pen while her fingers restlessly moved in and out of her hole.

“Mm…ah…Professor…” she began to suck on the pen, her mouth going back and forth as she forgot for a moment what was reality and what was her imagination.

Her body jerked, back arched as she felt her limit nearing.

Rubbing her lower lips, she finally came—her juices spraying like a broken faucet and completely drenching her shorts.

The pen fell on her bosom as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

For a few moments, she did nothing but gasp and stare at the wall opposite her in a daze.

After a brief pause, she looked down and said, “This is already the fourth time today…I need to touch some grass.”

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