Master, I Swear I Didn’t Mean To! - Chapter 45

Eki ground her teeth and yanked at her own hair. Just then, Cassius hurriedly covered the space between his legs with one hand. His body twitched, and the motion made his head tip back.

“Agh…”

The sudden moan made Eki’s eyes widen. She stared at him in surprise, watching his expression twist. Cassius looked just as startled by his own reaction, hastily covering his mouth as he flinched.

“I told you… stop saying strange things…”

He tried to scold her again, yet his voice no longer carried its usual sharpness.

Eki looked up at him blankly. Then, for reasons even she couldn’t understand, she moved on impulse and brushed the back of her hand to the nape of his neck.

“Eki!”

Cassius flinched in shock. He didn’t move away, though. In truth, there was nowhere to go. The wardrobe was too small to escape her touch.

His skin under her hand was feverishly hot, as though molten metal ran beneath it. That heat made Eki realize something.

‘His face must be bright red right now.’

The darkness hid his skin, but not the warmth radiating from him. How long had he been enduring this?

Eki swallowed dryly and lowered her trembling hand. Cassius’s breathing only grew rougher. Silence followed—awkward, heavy, and burning with heat.

Her gaze fell on his clenched hand and the fabric gathered within it. Before she could think, she lifted her knee slightly and rubbed it against him. It happened in an instant.

“Ah!”

As if he’d been waiting, Cassius let out a moan. His verdant eyes widened, and his body shuddered. He pressed his hand over his mouth, his breath harsh and uneven in the confined air.

Eki hesitated, then moved again. This time she moved her knee front and back, slow and heavy, just enough for the motion to be unmistakable.

“E… Eki!”

“…?”

“Don’t. Stop that… ah!”

Lifting her thigh higher, she pressed into his perineum, and at that Cassius hunched forward, nearly collapsing against her. The small distance left between them vanished completely. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder, panting. The warmth of his breath burned against her skin.

Now she understood why he had told her not to breathe too close before.

While her leg moved gently, Eki spoke softly.

“Master.”

“Ugh…”

“Can I… use my hand too?”

Cassius shook his head sharply, but his hips kept making tight, involuntary tremors. His breath came in quick bursts, and his broad frame quivered as if the smallest motion might undo him.

The massive body of the man, as solid and towering as an old tree, shrank beneath Eki’s single knee. He shuddered in short, quick spasms, letting out only broken moans.

Even after several seconds, those sounds didn’t stop and only grew stronger. Eki carefully pressed down on the very tip with her hand.

“Nngh!”

A sharp, helpless cry escaped the Master’s lips. Startled as if struck by lightning, he jerked upright. Cassius looked at Eki as though seeing a stranger. The woman before him was no longer the disciple who had spent seven long years by his side. In a rush, he pushed her away and fumbled along the back wall as if searching for a way out.

“Eki… stop. You’re my disciple. I can’t… this isn’t right.”

“But we agreed, didn’t we? Until the luck potion wears off, nothing counts.”

With unfiltered honesty as her weapon, Eki was unstoppable. Her golden eyes gleamed like jewels, and the strange heat that began to boil inside her drove out any fear of committing such a forbidden act.

“So let’s just… overlook this too.”

“……”

“Okay, Master?”

Cassius gasped for breath. His white hair, made damp by sweat and the fluids that clung like fine threads, stuck to the back of his neck. Eki watched a bead of sweat slide down his chin and fall.

Her fingers were still near his most sensitive part. Through the fabric, she could feel the damp, sticky heat. He had soaked the area below as if he had wet himself.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Eki traced a slow, circular motion with her finger. Cassius clamped a hand over his mouth and let out a crushed, wordless moan before dropping his head.

He panted heavily, his shoulders rising and falling. His mountain-like body collapsed from the slightest touch of her fingertips. With a faint groan, Cassius clutched the hem of Eki’s robe.

Eki gave her Master a moment to think.

The hesitation and inner struggle lasted a while. But before long, Cassius pulled Eki toward him.

And in that small, cramped wardrobe, hot moans began to overflow.