“Teacher Catherine, you really are…”
Lorevil massaged her temples and let out a helpless sigh.
She needed to fix her gown first.
Lorevil walked over and carefully helped Catherine up.
However, Catherine’s body was shockingly hot. The moment she touched Lorevil’s hand, she acted as if she had found a target for her pent-up heat.
She pressed herself tightly against Lorevil, her head resting on the younger girl’s shoulder. Her scorching breath puffed against Lorevil’s neck, bringing waves of burning itchiness.
“Mm… comfortable…”
Catherine murmured incoherently, wrapping her arms around Lorevil’s waist.
‘Crassus might have left, but there is no guarantee she won’t return or that others won’t come looking for Catherine.’
‘I absolutely cannot stay here.’
‘Moreover, Catherine is a Fourth-Tier Vampire, much stronger than I am. If she cannot vent the effects of the drug, she might go on a rampage and threaten my life.’
‘That is no joke.’
“Don’t move,” Lorevil whispered after a moment of thought. She draped her coat over Catherine.
Fortunately, she had brought a coat before coming to the ball; otherwise, it would have been a disaster. If others saw Catherine like this as they were leaving, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Lorevil’s mind raced as she calculated her options.
Where to go?
As an important guest of the ball, Madam Sharon definitely had a private lounge in Rose Manor.
Going there would be relatively discreet and it would have a private bathroom.
She could temporarily settle Catherine there and use cold water to alleviate the drug’s effects. Lorevil couldn’t afford to worry about anything else.
In a dozen or so seconds, Lorevil made her decision.
“Pardon the offense, Teacher Catherine,” Lorevil said, covering Catherine’s disheveled clothes and flushed cheeks.
This way, at least others wouldn’t recognize her.
After tidying up, Lorevil felt satisfied.
She glanced outside; the restroom was empty.
She walked out of the restroom and into the hallway.
“Miss Lorevil? Why are you here? Madam Sharon has been looking for you.”
Lorevil heard a familiar voice.
It was Madam Sharon’s butler.
Lorevil knew Madam Sharon was reliable. She must have noticed Lorevil’s long absence and sent the butler to find her.
The butler looked at Lorevil, who was supporting a woman wrapped in a coat whose face was hidden, with a gaze full of curiosity.
“I…” Lorevil’s mind raced as she spoke. “This friend of mine is feeling a bit unwell. I’m taking her to rest. Where is the Madam’s lounge? Quickly!”
The butler seemed to sense something from Lorevil’s nervous expression.
He quickly led Lorevil to Madam Sharon’s lounge.
The butler gave Lorevil the key and tactfully departed — Lorevil knew he was going back to report to the Madam.
Lorevil placed Teacher Catherine on the sofa and got a glass of lukewarm water.
Just as Lorevil was about to bring it to her lips, Catherine’s hand clamped down on hers.
Catherine stared at the water glass greedily. Her long silver hair fell in a mess, sticking to her sweat-drenched cheeks, and her neckline had slipped even further.
This disheveled state fell entirely into Lorevil’s eyes.
Lorevil, momentarily stunned, stumbled as Catherine pulled her with great force.
Most of the lukewarm water in the glass spilled, splashing onto Catherine’s gown and creating a large, dark wet patch.
Lorevil acted quickly, instinctively steadying the glass. Fortunately, she hadn’t spilled it all over Catherine’s chest.
Lorevil found it hard to imagine that the woman before her — drenched in water and completely lacking her usual poise — was the same cold, aloof woman from her memories.
“Drink slowly, don’t choke,” Lorevil said as she carefully brought the remaining water to Catherine’s lips.
*glug, glug.*
Catherine swallowed in large mouthfuls as if she had been thirsty for a long time.
Crystal droplets of water slid down from the corners of Catherine’s rosy lips, flowed over her long, fair neck, and seeped into her collar, leaving behind a shimmering trail.
All the while, Teacher Catherine, deeply immersed in the sweetness of the water with her body practically pressed against Lorevil’s as she struggled to swallow, remained completely oblivious.
Perhaps it was the memories playing tricks on her, but Lorevil found the current Catherine to be incredibly enticing.
The glass was soon empty.
“I want more…”
But Catherine didn’t seem satisfied.
She licked her lips and looked at Lorevil with blurred eyes. She reached out again, trying to snatch the empty glass.
“There’s no more; this was all of it. Lie down first, and I’ll get you more water,” Lorevil said, pinning down her restless hands and trying to push her back onto the sofa.
“Mnn…”
Driven to madness by the drug, Catherine tackled Lorevil onto the sofa just as she was about to get up for more water.
Her fair shoulders brushed against Lorevil’s arm, bringing a scorching temperature.
“Catherine, wake up,” Lorevil said with a frown.
‘If this keeps up, sooner or later…’
Catherine wrapped her arms around Lorevil’s waist and buried her head in the younger girl’s abdomen.
The damp, hot sensation made Lorevil feel a bit flushed.
Lorevil looked down at Catherine wrapped around her, feeling her head throb.
This teacher, who was usually as cold as frost and found it a hassle to even say a word to her, was now like a piece of sticky gum that she couldn’t shake off.
Catherine’s hands were fumbling around Lorevil’s sensitive waist.
“Teacher Catherine, calm down! Ah…” Lorevil said, trying to pry her hands away. A strange sensation spread through her body.
‘This is bad.’
‘If this continues, Catherine will completely overwhelm me. With my strength, losing my virginity is only a matter of time.’
‘What’s more, the fabric on Catherine’s body is getting scanter.’
“I can’t hesitate any longer,” Lorevil muttered gloomily.
Lorevil had originally intended to wait for Catherine to clear her head a bit after drinking the water, but the scene before her showed that Catherine was already on the brink of losing control.
She allowed Catherine to fumble over her as she carried the older woman toward the private bathroom. Her original plan had been to use cold water to alleviate the drug’s effects.
However, after standing up, the contact area between the two grew even larger.
Lorevil pinned down Catherine’s restless hands.
Feeling Lorevil’s pressure, Catherine let out a dissatisfied whimper, and her body began to writhe even more violently.
“Forget it.”
Lorevil couldn’t be bothered to lose her temper. She had already paid too high a price for Catherine’s sake.
Catherine’s cheek rubbed against Lorevil’s abdomen as if she were acting spoiled or protesting.
They reached the bathroom.
Freezing cold water poured over both Catherine and Lorevil.
“So comfortable…” Catherine murmured unconsciously.
It was working.
Lorevil shuddered. Her own gown was completely soaked, and her physical health wasn’t as good as Catherine’s.
She could only grit her teeth against the cold to ease the drug’s effects on Catherine.
Not long after, she saw Catherine’s gown completely fall apart. The hem slid down to her waist, revealing her fair, long legs and delicate black lace, making her face turn red with embarrassment.
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