CHAPTER 021.
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Trigger Warning: Pedophilia, Sexual Content

You sucked in, chest rising, mustering all the courage and air there is in preparation for the event that is about to unfold. Fingers crossed that this foreboding feeling of yours is just you overthinking things; and that nothing bad is really going to happen.

He'll probably only just scold you.

Maybe.

You look down at the doorknob, the metal almost searing from your endless scrutiny; and while you know what you need to do, the feeling of anxiety is not so easy to get rid of.

It latches onto your soul, taking hold of your body and senses, making you more conscious of the way it makes your palm warm and sweaty.

And yet, even with this anxiety, you know that this can't be enough reason for you to flee. And even if it is, considering his character, he'll most likely not appreciate you turning up. You might only end up with more penalties from him.

And so with a reluctant will, not wanting to risk your grades any further, you swept the sweat of your palms off your pants. You breathe in and force yourself to twist the knob.

Opening the door, you immediately spot the culprit of your worries. And compared to you, he was calm. Comfortable. With legs even crossed and his eyes gently shut. But aside from his serene stance, one thing that immediately caught your eye was how he seemed to hold a random paper close to his face.

It was strangely, extremely leaning close to his nose. You can see him inhaling, like he was immersing himself in some kind of fragrance. But of what fragrance? Of paper and ink scribbles?

You slightly squinted your eyes. It was definitely a sight so strange that you nearly had the impulse to rub your lids in order to make sure that you haven't fallen into your overthinking space.

But before you even fully can, you suddenly found yourself caught in a void of ice glaciers instead. As if he had found something more interesting, the man now immerses himself in the sight of you.

You freeze. Despite inhaling everything that you can earlier, the air and the courage that you had sucked in seemed to vanish. You suddenly felt so small in the face of his authority.

Fuck.

"(Y/N), you finally came."

He stood up.

There was a little imperceptible quirk in the edge of his lip as he acknowledged your presence.

You toss him a nod, ignoring the way he pronounced your name for the first time with leisure and intensity.  You didn't even give the man the opportunity to come closer as you first beat him to it, stiffly striding towards him with a quivering heart.

It was almost ironic to say how, despite you bearing a more vigilant pose, he was the one who seemed to assume a more predatory guise between the two of you.

Maybe... this was because of the smirk, that seems to becomes more prominent as you near? Clearly, he's relishing every second of this encounter, which slightly triggers the red alarm inside your head and heightens the uneasiness you feel.

You pursed your lips.

God knows just how much you were cursing in your mind right now, desperately wishing for this nightmare to be over as soon as possible.

You couldn't fathom just how other girls like you would kill to be in this position—to be alone with what most would call a "hot daddy."

If this was a fiction scenario, viewers would have eaten it up as romantic already; but at this moment, with you as the one personally acting out on the scene, nothing about this was dreamy at all.

Instead, you found it pretty unnerving, most especially when the "hot daddy" you were alone with right now is your terror professor.

To be truthful, you weren't exactly different from any other girls. Like them, you hold crushes; you also aspire to be loved. And you do highly appreciate attractiveness, too. So you won't really deny that you once considered such scenes romantic.

But the thing is, you mostly meant those in fiction.

It's another case when it's reality. It's another case when you have this fuck luck. And it's another case when the "hot daddy" before you is Mr. Hyde.

You would never kill to be alone with him; in fact, it might be the other way around. You would rather kill to get away from him.

Fuck, you only wanted to rush home right now and be in the comforts of your bed and sheets. You pursed your lips, suppressing a sound of sigh from leaving that might alarm him of your discomfort.

And yet, even without that sigh, Mr. Hyde had already noticed how you press your lips together. His dark gray gaze quickly fixates on it, his throat suddenly feeling parched. And even so, he has no inclination to drink the mug of coffee beside him.

Not when you're standing before him.

Because he knows that no matter how many mugs of coffee he takes—no matter how many bottles of water he drinks, it will never be able to quench the thirst that he feels ever since you ignited this itch.

Instead, he was more interested in gulping down your nectar, your drool, and your gore. Would it taste like heaven, just like how those daydreams had teased him? Or would it taste like hell, inducing a bile to rise up his throat and purge out?

Even so, he wouldn't mind such a taste. In fact, he was rather curious to see you drenched in his fluid expelled from both his excitement and disgust. Just the thought of those of your aggrieved eyes, looking up at him in a resigned position, it just—it just—

He took a sharp breath.

"I have been waiting," he exhaled these words out.

It was almost in the sense that it felt like he just went through a painful struggle. A gesture that once again surprises you for how unusual it is from his typical calm, collected self.

Your inquisitive mind would have dwelled on it for a little longer, but your attention couldn't help but stray away when you once again discerned another small but noteworthy movement from him—of him settling the paper he had been holding close to his face earlier carefully on the table.

Normally, you wouldn't care about what he was doing or what paper he was holding, but with him acting so strangely with it earlier, your curiosity couldn't help itself from peaking.

You were unsure, but with your vigilance on since the moment you opened the door, you doubted that it was your mind playing tricks with you. You definitely saw that he was sniffing it earlier!

You couldn't help but take a peek. Just one glimpse, and your curiosity would be satia—

You slightly narrow your eyes, a bit confused. Is this what he was really sniffing?! You blink again and again, repeatedly, in disbelief. But there's no mistaking: the longer you stare, the more you can confirm.

While the contents of the paper had been ruined by some fluid, there were still traces of phrases and penmanship spread across the paper. You swear that you even saw your name there, still intact.

So, it's clearly yours...

But what happened to it?

You took a step closer, wanting to observe more and learn about the cause, as to why your paper became such a wrinkled mess.

It was just puzzling. And anxiety-inducing. From the start you know that your scores for this was already a goner, but with your paper ruined like this, then what will happen next?

What is this man exactly planning?

Your gaze focused on the sheet; you reach out.

You also wonder why he was sniffing this sheet.

Mr. Hyde strangely let you be.

As someone known for his great intellect, it didn't take that long for him to understand what you were trying to do. He was aware that you caught him in such a baffling act, and he was aware that you were just trying to satisfy your curiosity; so he let you be.

Observing you on the sidelines as you took the wrinkled paper for yourself, his gray eyes gradually darkened their shade into a foreboding storm.

It was a bad omen that you were unfortunate to not perceive as you occupied yourself with drinking in the scent that you were not aware of that had been tainted with his manhood essence.

Just how could he not splatter over it.

Mr. Hyde stared at you and the paper with an inexplicable, clouded gaze.

With it being graced by your feminine touch, just how could he not be tempted to wrap it around his private and thrust himself deep into it? As he imagined that it was your insides that were the ones bearing his length instead. As he imagined that it was you he was fucking bloodily hard instead.

In fact, just the thought of you possessing a drooly expression as you struggle to break free from the monster that was devouring all your purity was enough for him to reach into a state of euphoria.

He couldn't help shoot into it.

Soaking your test paper with his milk.

And now you were taking a whiff of it—taking a whiff of those stains that was originally ejected because of the strong perverted desire to claim you.

This was somehow provoking the monster beneath his pants to lash out once again. Mr. Hyde had to tighten his knuckles while he indulged himself in this sight, waiting patiently for the reaction that is to come.

He wondered what your reaction will be.

Will it also smell like aphrodisiac like it did for him? Will it weaken your knees and give you the urge to submit to him? To open your legs and offer yourself to him? Will it make you hi—

Oh...

His breath hitched as your horrified eyes met his.

Contrary to his delusional expectation, you immediately flashes a look of repulsion. Your nose crinkled, and you quickly shoved it away from your face.

Just what in the fuck is that?!

While it held such a strong scent, your mind couldn't come up with anything that could be compared to it. Initially, you presumed that Mr. Hyde could have spilled coffee over it or any other drink for that matter; but that seemed to not be the case anymore.

This doesn't seem like a drink at all.

This...

Could it be...?

While you tried your best for your mind not to stray and exert itself by overthinking things too much, your thoughts still couldn't help but wander, offering you unwanted possibilities that could serve as explanations behind those strange stench.

You may be dumb. You may be innocent, but it doesn't mean that you're completely ignorant.

While it's frightening to accept this conclusion, but this—this seems to be the only one that makes sense. You take a step back. The paper gently drifts to the floor as you look at him with a horrified expression.

"You—!"

He only gave a simple, gentle smile as he lifted the glasses again to the bridge of his nose. "Oh, you found out."

"Then I guess, this only makes it easier for me."

He calmly stalked towards you; his hands starting to remove the belt that clasped around his waist. He held a predatory expression; his gaze was more cloudy than earlier, and yet it was clearer to you than ever that what cast a shadow over those eyes was the desire, the monstrous desire to claim you.

No...

The corners of your eyes started to leak tears.

No... Please don't.

Not this.

Please...

Your knees were starting to get weak from the fear that had started to consume you. Your thoughts were all in a mess as you hastily turned around and gracelessly ran for the door.

Quickly reaching for the knob, you try to twist it—desperately, desperately trying to twist it; but for some reason, it won't fucking budge.

It's locked.

No... No, fucking no! Please don't do this to me!

Please!

Tears streamed down as you desperately tried to forcibly twist the knob from left to right. You even tried to pull it out. But it was all futile; against a strength belonging to a normal human girl, such results were expected.

So what else can you do?

For a girl who had never been subjected to anything horrifying like this, you can't think of anything else but only resort to crying, screaming, pleading, pounding your hands on the door like a damsel in distress. Hoping for someone—for anyone to come and rescue you from this monster!

"Help! Please help! Please! Please! Someone! Anyone! Please open the door!"

And you keep crying out, pleading, till your voice starts to crack from the stress and from the exhaustion of everything and till your eyes can no longer produce any tears.

Your palms at this point were also burning red and extremely stinging from the force you exert in every slam you threw on the door.

In the end, you were heaving deep breaths.

You were about to pound on the door again when a sudden pain surged through your wrist. You then immediately discovered it to be confined right now by a grip that seemed to crush to its bones with a risk of deformity.

A startled sharp gasp left your lips; you were then later forced to gaze upon his sickening monstrosity, who is right now smirking down at your misery.

He towered over you with an appearance that you wished you had never glimpsed.

Pants undone with his belt on his other hand, held like a whip.

The rumors that had been revolving around the school grounds for the longest time were now completely exposed to you by the man from the rumors himself.

He really is a fucking sadistic maniac.

I should have known; I should have.

"Now (Y/N) (L/N)..."

You flinched as he suddenly lashed his belt on a nearby table, creating a sharp, cracking sound that seems to warn of ominous promise. "Won't you be a good girl now and be my pet?"

Okay, this is my last post for this book! I hope you guys enjoyed it even though it ended in a bad note haha I'll be rewriting almost all the plot scenes here in the revision version.