Anything But Study - Chapter 33

Melia couldn’t answer that question. Her lower abdomen felt like it was buzzing.

“Then bite down tight on my cock.”

“Ah, ah!”

From the start, it seemed Hailon hadn’t wanted an answer anyway, too busy ramming his cock into her without pause.

He slammed into her so hard it felt like her belly might bulge in the shape of his glans.

The hot friction continued.

In this moment, thoughts like doing it for Hailon’s grades never crossed Melia’s mind.

She only wanted him to shove deeper, to scrape her insides relentlessly. That raw, instinctive desire was all that ruled Melia.

Even though there was no relic effect at work.

Moans leaked out between her jaw hanging open and her ragged gasps.

Melia soon hit her limit.

A powerful urge overtook her and pressed down on her.

Ah, no.

At this rate, it felt like she was about to make a huge mistake. Clutching Hailon’s arm tightly, Melia shook her head hard.

“Hailon, stop, ah, ngh!”

“What are you talking about, didn’t you hear what I said earlier?”

Puck- puck-

“If you’re the teacher, you have to take responsibility for your student’s grades.”

Despite her desperate pleas, he showed no sign of stopping.

S-stop.

Her body was far too sensitive.

At this rate….

Melia struggled violently. But Hailon paid no attention and kept thrusting, as if he were still far from done.

Squelch-

“Ah, no…!”

In the end.

Splash-

A clear stream burst out from below.

Along with the sensation of her body lifting into the air, Melia’s whole body trembled violently.

At last, her body reached release. After taking a few shaky breaths, her vision gradually cleared. Unlike before, she could now clearly see what was in front of her.

Seeing the traces of pleasure that had poured out soaking Hailon’s body and dripping down in drops, shock spread across Melia’s face.

“I, I’m sorry.”

An apology slipped out naturally. Melia didn’t know what to do.

“What, I was still far anyway.”

But Hailon was generous.

It couldn’t be helped.

His hard pillar of flesh was still buried deep inside Melia’s body, not pulled out even a little.

Press-

“Hah!”

Her body was shoved upward again. Melia wasn’t given time to explain herself.

All that was allowed was gasping for breath again, panting as she accepted the pleasure he gave her.

***

In the end, they couldn’t prepare properly for the exam.

No, there was no way they could have.

All that filled her mind were memories of being held in Hailon’s arms and pressing bodies together with him all over the house throughout the morning.

‘I must be crazy.’

When she came to her senses, it was already time to leave, and Melia remembered scrambling to get ready in a rush.

Even so, Hailon remained completely relaxed.

If anything, he was the one who needed to do well on the exam.

At least the relic’s effect had completely disappeared, so it hadn’t been a meaningless time, but her legs were still tingling.

Even now, sitting in her seat to take the exam, she felt as if Hailon’s member were still inside her belly.

“We will now begin the October monthly exam.”

The proctor’s voice echoed through the hall.

‘Focus.’

Melia steeled herself. She was a scholarship student. She had to keep her own grades up to continue receiving the tuition waiver.

Scanning through the questions with concentration, Melia let out a short sigh of relief.

‘The difficulty’s pretty easy.’

This month’s exam wasn’t especially hard, which eased her worries.

It looked like she’d be able to score highly without much trouble.

On top of that, everything on it was material she’d already taught Hailon.

‘At this rate, Hailon’s grades should turn out pretty well this time too.’

Even the imperial history section she’d worried about most had been set more easily than expected.

Having finished her answer sheet far faster than most others, Melia’s gaze drifted to Hailon’s back.

She could see him sitting several seats diagonally ahead of her.

Huh?

Melia blinked.

But even when she looked again, he wasn’t solving any problems.

Which meant?

He must’ve already finished! It looked like the tutoring had really paid off.

A soft smile spread across Melia’s face.

‘What rank will he get?’

Even considering that he’d been 150th in the last exam, maybe 75th this time?

It felt possible.

Could he even make it into the top 50?

She had a good feeling.

The morning had been a bit of a mess, but still, it was an exam she felt quite hopeful about.

***

The October monthly exam ended.

“Ah, it’s finally over!”

“Now all we have to worry about is the seasonal party.”

The students cheered in relief.

“I’m going to get my dress fitting this weekend. Anyone want to come with me?”

“Which boutique? Belle? Or Evel?”

As the talk turned to the dresses they’d wear to the seasonal party, the girls grew lively.

“I’m doing Charlette this time.”

All eyes immediately turned to the owner of the voice.

“What? How did you get a reservation?”

“Charlette? Really?”

The speaker was Catherine, the daughter of Count Russell.

“Wow, Charlette only takes three clients per season. That must’ve been incredibly hard to get a reservation.”

No wonder. Charlette was the atelier every noble young lady admired.

Three clients per season.

Only twelve dresses a year.

Wearing one of their creations was like a dream for young noble ladies.

“Oh my, really? I just said I wanted it as a birthday present, and my father booked it right away. I had no idea.”

Catherine covered her mouth, feigning surprise despite clearly knowing.

“There must’ve already been someone else booked. As expected of Count Russell. That’s impressive.”

The other girl was right. Rumor had it that even five years’ worth of reservations were already filled.

And that was only because Charlette refused to accept any more beyond that. If they allowed unlimited waiting, there’d probably be a hundred years’ worth of reservations lined up under family names.

“Oh dear, then someone must’ve been pushed out because of me.”

Despite her words, Catherine didn’t look apologetic at all.

She lifted her chin proudly, clearly pleased with the fact that she’d be wearing a dress from such a competitive atelier.

“Looks like my father pulled some strings.”

“Well, Catherine, you’re smart and pretty. If I were Count Russell, I’d do anything for you too.”

Noble girls of lower standing showered Catherine with praise, almost like attendants.

“This season’s party is going to be amazing. You’ll be the prettiest one there, Catherine.”

Girls who desperately wanted even a chance to step into the famous Charlette atelier piled on the flattery.

“Oh, stop it, you’re embarrassing me. I can take two people with me on the fitting day….”

Catherine’s gaze swept over the girls around her. They all exchanged looks, waiting for what she’d say next.

Soon, Catherine pointed at two of them.

“You and you. Want to come with me?”

“R-really?”

“I’m so happy, Catherine.”

They were the same two girls who’d been especially enthusiastic in praising her earlier.

They looked delighted, not displeased at all at being singled out.

“Since I feel bad for dragging you along, I’ll ask Madame if there might be any spare accessories.”

“R-really?”

“Wow….”

The two girls looked at Catherine with eyes full of emotion.

Envious gazes from the other young ladies landed on them.

“Well, that much I can at least ask.”

Catherine shrugged her shoulders as if it were easy.

There were many noble houses in the empire.

But among noble young ladies in their early twenties attending Erpen, the Russell count’s family held considerable power.

The timing also worked out conveniently. At present, there were no daughters of ducal or marquis houses attending Erpen.

Even the princess was still far from enrolling at Erpen.

In practice, among the current female students at Erpen, daughters of count families held the highest status.

And even among count families, the Russells possessed a particularly large amount of assets.

They operated more businesses and owned more real estate than many marquis houses, placing them among the truly wealthy.

A satisfied smile appeared on the lips of Catherine, now the center of attention.

“Thanks to you, Catherine, I can’t wait for the seasonal party.”

“Me too!”

Yet there was one female student nearby who alone wasn’t looking at Catherine.

Catherine’s displeased gaze shifted toward that person.

Melia.

“Right, after all, it’s a place only true members of Erpen can attend.”

Melia was quietly finishing packing her belongings after the exam.

Following the direction of Catherine’s gaze, the other girls’ eyes turned toward Melia.

“It’s not a place poor kids can come to.”

The tone was openly dismissive, clearly meant to be overheard.

“Ah, doesn’t it smell like a library in here?”