‘From the look of it, she must be Teacher Catherine’s colleague.’
Lorevil felt relieved and intended to open the door.
“Don’t…”
However, the previously motionless Catherine suddenly gripped Lorevil’s wrist tightly and murmured.
‘Did this woman drug her? Why would she do that?’
Lorevil realized Catherine was only moving unconsciously, but she became alert. She couldn’t just go out like this.
“So hot.”
Inside the stall, Catherine’s breathing became increasingly rapid, and her body grew hotter. Leaning into Lorevil’s arms, her consciousness was already blurred. Her restless hands wandered over her gown, appearing as if she wanted to strip it off.
‘Pardon me.’
To prevent Catherine from making any noise, Lorevil had no choice but to cover her moist lips with her hand. Catherine’s slick tongue licked Lorevil’s palm. Then, she whimpered in dissatisfaction, her warm, damp breath puffing against Lorevil’s palm through the gaps between her fingers. Her tongue continued to lick and rub unconsciously, bringing waves of numbing itchiness.
‘It’s so itchy…’
Lorevil couldn’t help but shrink her hand back.
“Mm… hot… so hot…”
Catherine murmured indistinctly, the corners of her eyes turning red. Her usually cold face was now stained with a sickly flush. Her lips became moist and full due to her rapid breathing, and there was a trace of moisture on her fair chin.
Her hands struggled even more violently. Not only was she tearing at her own gown, but she also began to grab blindly at Lorevil. One hand even slid down Lorevil’s waist, pressing against her thigh through the fabric of her skirt with surprisingly immense strength.
“Don’t move around.”
Lorevil never expected that a simple act of kindness would lead to such an absurd situation. What should she do? If she went out, she would inevitably run into Crassus. If she didn’t, the drug’s effects would worsen, and Catherine’s condition would deteriorate, potentially putting her in danger.
*Click, clack, click…*
The footsteps outside were still lingering, and Crassus didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. Just as Lorevil was considering how to respond, a crisp, dripping sound echoed in the stall, accompanied by a wet sensation that traveled from her body to her brain.
Lorevil’s expression became difficult to maintain. Catherine was right; she had drunk a lot of blood wine, so…
Once she understood, Lorevil, as a seasoned veteran of adult films, could even envision richer details and scenes than a normal person. Suddenly, a strange atmosphere spread through the stall.
“Teacher Catherine?”
Crassus’s worried voice stopped at the entrance of the outermost stall, and her footsteps ceased. “I heard a sound inside. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need help?”
The moment that question was asked, Lorevil could feel Catherine’s body tremble violently in her arms. Then, in the cramped stall, the atmosphere seemed to stagnate to the extreme. Every tiny sound was infinitely magnified in the silence.
Droplets fell one after another onto Lorevil’s calves.
‘This is a bit stimulating, Teacher Catherine.’
Lorevil smiled bitterly in her heart. She could imagine that once Catherine regained her senses and realized she had done such an embarrassing thing in her arms, she would probably hack her to pieces on the spot.
‘This has nothing to do with me. It’s all because the teacher drank that blood wine for no reason.’
At that moment, Catherine suddenly raised her head, breaking free from the hand covering her mouth. Panting heavily, she looked at Lorevil with vacant eyes. Her glamorous lips moved, uttering a few blurred words.
“Water… I want water…”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for Crassus outside to hear something.
“Teacher Catherine! You really are in there!”
Crassus was silent for a moment, but her voice gradually became excited as she walked toward the innermost stall. “Are you okay? I’m coming to help you!”
Lorevil’s heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble.
‘What do I do?’
Lorevil was so anxious that she was sweating. She quickly pushed Catherine into the corner of the stall. Using her own body to block her, she lowered her voice and said to Catherine, “Don’t speak! Endure it for a little longer!”
But Catherine was in no state to listen.
“Water…”
The disobedient Catherine struggled to stand up. Lorevil saw Catherine’s hand reach for the neckline of her own gown and pull hard.
*Rip!*
The ribbons at the neckline of Catherine’s black gown were torn, revealing a large area of pale skin. Beads of moisture clung to the two soft mounds that had been restrained. It looked like a battle-damaged CG illustration.
Lorevil was speechless. With a helpless expression, she resignedly closed her eyes.
‘Just let it all be destroyed, quickly.’
The irrational Catherine was simply a pig teammate. Whatever Lorevil told her to do, she did the exact opposite.
*Click, clack.*
By now, the footsteps outside had reached the door of the stall.
“Teacher Catherine,” Crassus said. Her hand had already gripped the doorknob and began to turn it. “I’m coming in.”
***
The doorknob turned with a *click*.
Crassus’s brownish hair peeked in first, her amber eyes filled with concern. “Teacher Catherine, do you need help?”
However, when she saw who was inside the stall, her face instantly stiffened. There was no sign of Catherine. Only Lorevil stood there alone, one hand covering her mouth. Her floor-length black dress was stained with numerous droplets of water, looking quite wet. Her silver-white hair hung disheveled around her cheeks, and her face was pale.
She looked as though she had just finished vomiting and was in a pathetic state.
“Miss Lorevil? Why are you here?”
Crassus quickly scanned the area but found no trace of Catherine. She knew a bit about Lorevil, as she had just interacted with Samuel earlier.
“You are…? *Ugh…*”
Lorevil didn’t know Crassus. She asked with a pale face, then gagged. Fortunately, her reactions were quick earlier. She had hidden Catherine in the blind spot behind the door, firmly blocked by the door panel and her own body.
However, the teacher was being mistreated, as Lorevil had stuffed a black stocking into her mouth.
“Where is Teacher Catherine? I saw her coming toward the restroom earlier.”
Crassus was somewhat uncertain. Could Catherine have sensed something was wrong and left early? She never would have imagined that Catherine had left the banquet prematurely because she was feeling depressed and had drunk too much blood wine.
‘As expected, she’s looking for Catherine.’
“I drank too much blood wine just now and felt nauseous, so I came here to vomit for a while.”
Lorevil tried her best to make her tone sound weak and miserable, sounding so authentic it seemed real.
“Teacher Catherine? I didn’t see her. Could she have gone somewhere else?”
Crassus glanced at the messy scene inside the stall and clearly believed her explanation. After all, Lorevil was the heir of a vampire family who rarely attended aristocratic banquets. It was understandable for her to lose her composure after drinking too much.
“So that’s how it is. Then, Miss Lorevil, please rest well. I’ll go look for Teacher Catherine elsewhere.”
Crassus’s doubts faded, and she offered a polite word of concern. “If you feel unwell, remember to call for help.”
Crassus didn’t want to stay in a stall where someone had just vomited, to avoid awkwardness.
“All right.”
Lorevil breathed a sigh of relief. Without another word, Crassus turned and left the restroom. Hearing the footsteps quickly disappear at the end of the hallway, Lorevil finally straightened up and let out a long breath, her palms covered in cold sweat.
“Whew…”
Lorevil turned to look at the blind spot behind the door and was instantly moved to a frustrated laugh by the sight before her. Catherine was slumped on the floor, the neckline of her gown torn beyond recognition, exposing a large amount of fair skin. Her hands were restlessly scratching at several spots.
Fortunately, those areas were well-guarded by high-quality underwear. However, the results of Catherine’s efforts during this time were not to be underestimated. The sash at her waist had been untied, sliding down loosely to reveal her pale thighs.
She was rubbing against Lorevil’s calves. The liquid on Lorevil’s calves was still cold.