Chapter 269: Creating Memories

"Not telling you, you bad man~"

Looking at his playful senior, Muen could only feel helpless.

She was so gentle most of the time, yet she always showed this little-devil mischief.

And every time, he was powerless against her teasing.

But wasn’t that very mischief what made her even more captivating?

Muen couldn’t help leaning in to kiss Anna softly on the forehead.

Since the girl had already made up her mind, he no longer had any reason to argue.

Though it was a pity they wouldn’t be able /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ to linger together at the Academy as often, the Silent Bureau headquarters was in Belrand. At worst, he could just skip more classes—it wasn’t like it would be difficult to see her.

"So, Senior was waiting for me?"

Muen asked again with a smile.

Clearly her things had been packed long ago, yet she stayed in the place most familiar to them both, waiting.

That tiny bit of girlish thoughtfulness struck the softest part of Muen’s heart.

"Yes, I was waiting for you."

Anna’s face was tender, her smile glowing.

"When I knew you had returned to the Academy, I came here the very first day to wait. But Junior never showed, and I couldn’t contact you... so I just kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting... Look, it wasn’t that long really. Not even a month."

"A... a month?"

A chill ran down Muen’s back. He shivered.

"It’s been that long?"

"Junior..."

Anna’s beautiful eyes narrowed, her voice turning cold.

"You weren’t off messing around somewhere and lost track of time, were you?"

"No, no, absolutely not. I’ve only been focused on training, I swear I didn’t do anything suspicious."

Muen hurried to explain, quickly spilling about the abuse he had been suffering in the sea of flowers.

But Anna’s gaze only grew colder. "The white-haired loli..."

"She’s over a thousand years old! A thousand!"

Muen glanced around nervously, then whispered carefully:

"Think about it—how could I possibly get any ideas about a thousand-year-old ultimate powerhouse, who also happens to be my teacher?"

"Is that so..."

As if accepting his explanation, Anna finally smiled.

"So Junior has been working that hard all this time. I wronged you."

"Whew..."

Muen let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly grinned again.

"Not hard at all. But I did make Senior wait too long, so I’ll have to make it up to you."

"Make it up? How?"

"Heh heh..."

Muen gave a wicked laugh, leaned in close, wrapped Anna gently in his arms, and whispered into her ear:

"How about I make it up to Senior... with a beautiful memory?"

"Memory?"

Anna blinked, then suddenly realized something. Her cheeks flared red, and she thumped Muen’s chest with her small hand, pouting:

"This is a classroom."

"Which makes it even better, doesn’t it? And since I said a beautiful memory, it has to be in the place where we share the most memories—that’s the only way it will be deep enough, don’t you think?"

Muen brushed his hand against Anna’s cheek.

"Don’t worry. This place is secluded, and most students are in class right now. No one will come."

"The place with the most memories..."

Anna’s gaze drifted around the classroom.

Indeed, this room carried countless memories for her.

She had founded her club here, researched ancient texts here, studied the serpent disease here.

And, she had shared those quiet, precious times with her Junior here.

Just thinking about it brought a smile to her lips.

In that case...

"Then... fine."

Anna turned back, giving Muen a sultry look from the corner of her eye.

"I really can’t win against you, bad man."

"Senior, you’re the best!"

With her consent, Muen pulled Anna tighter, his shameless hand already starting to wander over her sensitive places.

"Wait."

But Anna suddenly pushed Muen back, her fragrant breath brushing out softly:

"Not... like this."

"Not like this?"

Muen blinked, puzzled.

"Mm."

Anna murmured. With a wave of her hand, all the curtains closed automatically, plunging the classroom into darkness.

She unfastened two buttons at her chest, but went no further—only lifted her chin slightly, her gaze rising to him from below, eyes brimming with sultry allure.

That little-demon look, paired with the pale skin peeking out and the bottomless valley of cleavage, instantly left Muen’s throat dry.

Seeing his impatience, Anna’s lips curled in a wicked smile, the beauty mark at her eye only deepening her charm.

But she still didn’t let him take her.

Instead, Anna sat on the desk. Her slender fingers slid slowly up along her long legs sheathed in black stockings—up, and up, and up—until they disappeared beneath the short pleated skirt.

Then, under Muen’s burning gaze, her snake-like waist swayed gently.

Her finger hooked.

With the clear sound of a gulp, Anna’s long legs parted slightly, and a small piece of black lace slid down along her smooth thighs.

Atop that delicate fabric, a tiny red bow trembled with Muen’s quickened breath, as if it might flutter off at any moment.

Anna braced herself on the desk, one long leg rising, hooking the cloth. Her foot, wrapped in black silk, traced lightly across Muen’s chest.

Her blouse undone just enough—two buttons only—revealed the faint lines of Muen’s firm chest beneath his thin clothes.

Anna dragged the cloth teasingly over his chest and smirked:

"Junior, impatient men aren’t liked by girls, you know."

"But you—you little vixen—are just too damn tempting."

Muen forced down the fire inside, snatched the cloth from her foot, stuffed it into his pocket, and growled:

"As punishment, this is mine now!"

Anna rolled her eyes and pouted:

"Pervert."

"I am a pervert—doesn’t Senior know that all too well?"

Muen chuckled darkly, then lowered his head, capturing her delicate foot and kissing it softly.

His eyes trailed upward along her leg.

The pleated skirt still hugged Anna’s thighs, perfectly concealing that sanctum which now should have been completely bare.

At this moment, she had shed only one small, seemingly insignificant piece of fabric.

She wasn’t even as exposed as some of the delinquent girls around campus.

But just like this, that common uniform on her seemed charged with a strange magic, arousing Muen all the more.

"Damn it, so this is the game you’re playing?"

Muen drew a deep breath, a scorching light bursting in his eyes.

He caressed the sleek, taut skin in his palm, breathed in her fragrance, and followed the path she had already laid out for him.

Like a fearless explorer, with victory burning in his chest, he stepped into the depths of the unknown without hesitation.

Determined to carve, in this black forest, a warm path that belonged to him alone.