<b>ą¼ŗ Yuriel Wayne Dayna Alfred (15) ą¼»</b>
Yuriel took her time washing her hands in the restroom, even though she had made it to the fourth floor of the main building before Ferzen.
After hearing his footsteps in the quiet hallway, she dried her hands and casually stepped outside.
Ferzen paused for an instant.
After looking at her for a moment, he resumed his pace, with Yuriel trailing behind him.
<b>Heās surprisingly in shape for a warlock.</b>
Yuriel couldnāt help but blush, as her wandering gaze brought back the memories of how he had marked her the other day.
āI donāt see your wife todayā¦ā¦.ā
As soon as Ferzen grabbed the doorknob and proceeded to enter his office, Yurielās question had already escaped her mouth.
Hearing her voice, Ferzen looked into her eyes and thenā¦ā¦
āShe wasnāt feeling well this morning, so I asked her to rest.ā
As he answered, Ferzen entered his office.
āSo sheās sickā¦ā¦ā
The last time Yuriel was sick, Ferzen had tended to her even after his shift was over. Because of this, the young woman couldnāt help but feel a slight sense of superiority over a certain green-haired bimbo. Even more so when she imagined that woman alone in their mansion suffering from whatever sickness she had.
āLooks like Iām a bad person tooā¦ā¦.ā
Chastising herself for her not so holy thoughts, Yuriel sighed.
Shaking her head, and clearing her thoughts, Yuriel prepared herself for her morning lecture.
āSpeaking of whichā¦ā¦ā
He also had a morning lecture today.
After leaving her classroom, Yuriel stood in front of her office door for a moment before gazing at room 404.
Walking towards it, she grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it, butā¦ā¦
<b>Of course, with his wife sick he must have returned alreadyā¦ā¦</b>
Slightly disappointed, Yuriel entered her office and arranged her textbooks before leaving for lunch.
Then, as she left the Administrative building, Yuriel had a strange compulsion, one that even herself admitted was rather foolishā¦ā¦.
She went to the parking lot.
And when she arrived there.
Yuriel saw a carriage bearing the crest of Brutein.
<b>If he isnāt in his office, and his carriage is hereā¦ā¦.</b>
He must have gone out to lunch.
So the young woman quickened her pace.
Since it was lunchtime, the streets lined with restaurants were crowded, as the aristocratic students were also looking for a place to eat.
Yuriel was already aware that finding a place where Ferzen would consider acceptable to eat was a foolās errand, butā¦ā¦
For her that is, it wouldnāt be such an impossible thing.
Because she has been groomed to know all of his preferences ā Including his taste buds.
So, Yuriel entered a restaurant famous for its luxurious goat meat dish.
A classic environment, with only a few seats.
And at the back, Yuriel could see Ferzen eating his meal.
āMy lady, I apologize but all of our seats are currently occupied, thereforeā¦ā¦ā
āAsk him if I could join his tableā¦ā¦ā
The waitress turned her head to the place where Yuriel was pointing at.
āOhā¦ā¦You are acquaintances I presume? Very well, I will see to it in a moment.ā
With trained movements, the waitress approached Ferzen and lightly bowed.
Then as they finished talking, Ferzen put his knife down and looked at Yuriel, who flinched and lowered her head.
Then, when the waitress returnedā¦ā¦
Yurielās hands were already sweating with anxiety.
āIām going to be rejected for sureā¦ā¦ā
She couldnāt stop thinking about this.
āS-so what did heā¦ā¦Say?ā
āThat gentleman has graciously agreed to it.ā
Wiping her sweaty hands on her clothes, Yuriel slowly approached his table and sat down.
And after a moment of silence, Ferzen stopped slicing the tender goat meat and spoke in a blunt tone.
āYou came here to eat no? So order something.ā
āI was thinking about that alreadyā¦ā¦ā
Ferzen smirked at her meek response.
Yuriel should have the same tastes as him.
And she should be aware of the restaurantās menu.
So she shouldnāt waste time thinking about the menu options.
āWhat are you laughing atā¦ā¦.Donāt you see that youāre being a nuisance?ā
Despite her little tantrum, she ended up ordering the same food as Ferzen.
Since she had nothing to say to him, Yuriel just gulped down the cold glass of water she received.
āShouldnāt your lecture have ended by 11 oāclockā¦ā¦ā
āI had some additional things to take care of regarding the final exam.ā
āIf that is all, I can give you a ride back home. I should have everything done in half an hour after we eat.ā
Yuriel placed her chin on her hand in annoyance at Ferzenās words.
However, as soon as she remembered that he had expressed his displeasure at such behavior from when they were on duty together, she slowly lowered her hand.
Then, when she saw Ferzenās slightly furrowed brow relaxing, Yuriel couldnāt help but grumble.
<b>I wonderā¦ā¦.Does he even know I care this muchā¦ā¦</b>
āā¦ā¦Well, I wouldnāt say no to that. You can finish eating, letās just have a quiet meal for now.ā
His hobbies, interests, his likes, his dislikesā¦ā¦
They all shared the same things, so if Yuriel wanted to, she could easily keep the conversation going, but instead, she leaned back and relaxed.
The guests at the next table left, and the waitress brought her an appetizer.
A sour salad to start her meal.
And as she ate it with a fork quietlyā¦ā¦
Yuriel frowned at the sight of Geralt and his friends entering the restaurant.
āOf all the placesā¦ā¦ā
Then, realizing that the only empty table was the one just next to them, it would be only a matter of time before they clashed again.
āAhā¦ā¦.Helloā¦ā¦Professor Ferzen. Professor Yuriel.ā
One of his friends spotted them first, and the nervous boy managed to make the most awkward greeting possible.
The boy didnāt take his seat right away, instead, he stood still as a corpse, glancing at Geralt, the obvious leader of their pack.
Geraltās face crumbled as if he had been fed a sour lemon.
āIndeed. Have a nice meal.ā
Ferzen on the other hand didnāt mind their presence at all and continued to calmly slice his meat.
And Yuriel standing between both men was definitely not okay.
Aside from their confrontation at Yurielās temporary house, Geralt must have told his friends about his engagement with her.
Indeed, an embarrassing situation.
That would certainly wound his pride.
āLet us eat somewhere else.ā
After a moment of silence, Geralt led his friends out of the way. But as they passed he spoke with a hint of anger in his voice.
āYou once told me that there was no need for us to develop a personal relationship since the end result wouldnāt change, and despite of that here you areā¦ā¦Can I interpret this as an unspoken confirmation that Iām going to lose? Funny isnāt itā¦ā¦I never knew you enjoyed goat meat, but you sure told Professor Ferzen about itā¦ā¦ā
Yuriel couldnāt deny Geraltās words.
Since no matter how much he bids.
If Ferzen put a single cent more to it, her grandfather wouldā¦ā¦
āGeralt Ren Millien Asran.ā
āDonāt be childish.ā
After eating the last slice of the goat meat, Ferzen wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at him.
āIām being childishā¦ā¦?ā
āIndeed you are. But just to make matters clear, I donāt need to know Yurielās tastes.ā
When Ferzenās crimson eyes tore through him, Geralt cowered as he unconsciously took a step back. But after a brief moment, and having regained his bearings, Geralt balled his fists and stared back.
āHer favorite dish is well-done goat meat. Her favorite fruit is anything that isnāt too sweet. For literature, she enjoys anything written by Cervanti. Her favorite instrument is the violin. And her favorite play is The Tempest.ā
āAre you implying that you have researched her tastes?ā
Ferzen simply laughed at his words.
An uncharacteristic loud laugh.
āThey are all my favorites.ā
āAnd Yuriel shares the same tastes as me. Therefore I donāt need to know anything about her. Her whole existence is for me.ā
Hearing Ferzenās words, Geralt stared at Yuriel searching for a response, as the young man couldnāt comprehend the thing he just heard.
But Yuriel simply bowed her head in silence.
āSince you said you wanted to invite me for a meal one day, this should save you the trouble of trying to organize the menu, does it not?ā
Geralt bit his lip at Ferzenās mocking words.
āEnjoy your meal, the both of you.ā
Turning his back to the couple, Geralt strode away, his fists clenched tight.
And as she looked at him, Yuriel frowned.
āAnd you are rather childish tooā¦ā¦ā
āWhen the food is served, donāt put your breasts on the table. Itās uncouth.ā
āThis is a bad habit of yours.ā
Wincing at his remark, Yuriel moved her large bosom away from the table.
āHumans are beings who seek comfort before anything else, we always have beenā¦ā¦ā
āI donāt mind you doing it at home, but make sure to not do this in public.ā
āThe main dish is here, so eat it. When you are finished, I should be done with my matters as well, and Iāll pick you up by then.ā
Yuriel didnāt bother stopping Ferzen as he rose from his seat.
As she ate her meal alone looking at the spot where Ferzen had been seated. After 40 minutes, she finished her meal and stood up.
āThat gentleman has already paid for your meal as well, My Lady.ā
āWhat the hellā¦ā¦ā
He was the one who gave her all of her current money anywayā¦ā¦
āI enjoyed the meal. My compliments to the chef.ā
āThank you for your kind words, My Lady, we hope you visit us again.ā
Leaving the restaurant, Yuriel looked around the street.
Before long she spotted a familiar carriage bearing the crest of Brutein, perked by the roadside.
As she approached the carriage, the window was rolled up, revealing Ferzen, staring at her with his characteristic crimson eyes.
With a pout, Yuriel opened the carriage door and climbed in.
As soon as the carriage set off, Yuriel grabbed the collar of her dress and fluttered it.
Whenever the weather was either hot or humid, the area beneath her bosom would often sweat, and if she didnāt ventilate it this way her skin would become irritated.
But every time she fluttered her collar, she could see Ferzenās nose twitching, as if he was trying to better inhale her scent, and because of it, Yuriel felt a strange set of emotions.
It wasnāt like she was trying to seduce him.
Then Ferzen pulled his gaze away from the book he was reading, and stared at her. Yuriel stopped her movements and tried to excuse herself.
āI didnāt say anything.ā
āIām sorryā¦..If I smellā¦..Bad.ā
At Yurielās words, Ferzen looked at her with a blank expression before turning his attention toward his book.
āThereās nothing for you to worry about.ā
āYou donāt have a sweaty smell, your scent is the same as always.ā
āW-what are you talking aboutā¦ā¦Pervert.ā
āAnd pray tell me, what should I do if your scent keeps wafting in?ā
āY-You could breathe through your mouth or somethingā¦ā¦ā
āBut I didnāt say your scent was something undesirable.ā
āJ-Just keep reading the blasted book.ā
Yuriel watched him sit in an almost uncomfortable textbook posture, reading his book without a care in the world.
Her hands still fluttered the collar of her dress.
Even as the carriage windows were open, the space still contained a peachy-like scent.
Later, when they arrived at Yurielās temporary home, Ferzen looked at her and said her name in an authoritarian tone.
āNext time, Iāll take you with me.ā
After bouncing those words around her head for a moment, Yuriel spoke.
āDo it right you bad bastard. Say that youāre taking me politelyā¦ā¦ā
Yuriel never liked to wait for things.
But for Ferzen, Yurielās brash words didnāt arouse that same feeling of repulsion as before, so he simply smiled and entered the carriage once more.
Yuriel briefly wondered what sort of bug bit him today, since the man usually never smiled like that.
When Ferzenās carriage faded into the horizon, Yuriel entered the house and took off her clothes.
And as expected there was a lot of sweat under her ample bosom.
Picking up her sweaty clothes, she breathed its scent.
āIt smells like sweatā¦ā¦ā
A young woman could be found blushing furiously in the confines of her lone home.
TL NOTE: Im back bitchesā¦..for real, expected 3 chapter or more this week.