Chapter 195: Goodnight, Agnes
Waking up and then fainting, fainting and then waking up.
Agnes, tossed about in the waves of passion, had injured her back, clinging to Lena for support.
“Let me rest for a bit… Lena, it’s been three hours.”
Who would have thought Lena possessed such stamina? She, the older one, had been completely dominated, without a chance to resist, barely able to breathe.
Agnes rolled her eyes and fainted again.
Waking up once more, a slender yet strong arm served as her pillow. Agnes opened her eyes, Lena’s sleeping face close to hers.
Beautiful eyebrows, and such long eyelashes…
The fingers that had ravaged so many girls were like peacock feathers, beautiful and domineering, an intoxicating experience.
This was her…
Agnes gently caressed Lena’s hand, which was resting on her waist, her own hand moving up to Lena’s face, her eyes closing, savoring the moment.
Lena’s fingers, light as a butterfly’s wings, played with Agnes’s hair.
At some point, Lena woke up, her first words a question about the quality of service.
“Hehe, can I say, ‘Lena, you were just so-so’?”
“Then Professor should consider the possibility of a second round.”
Agnes’s teasing and Lena’s threat created a strange dynamic.
Their relationship didn’t seem to have changed after their intimacy, or perhaps, their feelings had always been there.
“Aren’t you going home?”
“It’s too late!”
“Not my fault, Professor was the one who threw herself at me, I didn’t do anything,” Lena said, like a heartless player, shirking responsibility.
“Still making excuses!”
Agnes sat up, supporting herself with her hands, her back still sore, her body aching. She looked at the darkening sky outside.
“It seems meeting my parents will have to wait.”
Who would have thought it would turn out like this?
Her first time with Lena, three whole hours, non-stop…
Agnes felt like she had truly fallen for Lena, addicted to the pleasure, addicted to the person.
Perhaps even being a nameless concubine wouldn’t be so bad.
Agnes smiled sweetly.
“Where do you live, Professor?” Lena suddenly asked.
“In the countryside south of the city, about half a day’s journey… hehe, my family is just a small, insignificant one, not as grand as the Falmouths, just ordinary people…”
Agnes described her family without reservation, her gaze filled with love for the woman who had brought her such happiness.
“It’s too late to go back now.”
“How about calling them?”
Lena always carried a glass bird for communication.
“Alright.” Agnes turned her back to Lena, releasing the bird, then waited quietly…
Lena, like a playful otter, clung to Agnes, touching her stockings, nibbling on her ear, blowing into her ear canal.
Agnes was both embarrassed and flustered, but she couldn’t do anything.
“Insatiable little wolf cub!”
“Awoo~ awoo~”
Lena nuzzled against Agnes’s waist, her face buried in Agnes’s ample bosom, her eyes closed in contentment.
“They answered, don’t say anything strange.” Agnes caught the returning glass bird, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Mom, yes, it’s Agnes…”
They exchanged pleasantries, nothing substantial.
Lena was more interested in Agnes’s sensitive spots, having discovered a few, but there were still some unexplored territories.
For example…
“I might be home late, you can eat without me… ah! N-nothing… Mom, just a damn rat running past my feet, yes, I… ah!”
Another soft moan escaped her lips.
She bit her lip, stopping mid-sentence.
Lena, feigning innocence, looked away.
“Okay, Mom, give my regards to Dad, and my brother… mm… hmmm~”
Her trembling voice ended the call, thankfully her mother hadn’t noticed anything amiss, otherwise, Agnes would have died from embarrassment, taking that mischievous “rat” with her!
“Let go of me!”
Agnes couldn’t endure it any longer, her legs weak and trembling.
“Beg me~”
Lena, her playful nature taking over, enjoyed Agnes’s helpless moans, her sadistic tendencies satisfied.
“Beg me, and I’ll let it go, otherwise, I’ll pinch it! Bite it! Eat it!”
Agnes’s face turned crimson, her body arching.
“Lena!”
Agnes pushed Lena away half-heartedly, her subconscious respect for her student only encouraging Lena’s boldness.
Her head tilted back involuntarily.
Agnes’s body was no longer under her control.
Like a puppet, with Lena holding the strings.
She glared at Lena. “You want to drain me dry, don’t you?!”
“Mm…” Lena blinked. “Professor, you’re so smart, here’s a reward~”
She leaned in, sniffing Agnes’s neck, then kissing her collarbone.
Agnes hated Lena like this, she was a devil!
Well, many had called her a devil, and Agnes finally understood…
Lena’s hand slowly caressed her skin, her slender neck, her chest…
The sight was incredibly seductive, especially Agnes’s dazed expression, like a pampered child seeking affection.
The gentle professor, her guard down in the quiet of the night.
Lena lifted Agnes, her head resting on Lena’s arm, gently stroking her forehead, brushing aside her hair.
“Professor, I like you.”
“Mm… mmm…”
Agnes, her mind clouded, heard the first part, but not the second.
Her soft murmurs and warm breath against Lena’s face, Lena’s lips brushing against her cheek, then her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, sending shivers down Agnes’s spine.
“Lena, you’re so bad…”
Agnes’s soft moans sounded like a satisfied wife, and Lena felt a thrill of conquest.
“Professor, you wouldn’t want your students to know that their beloved professor is actually a… sensual woman, would you?”
“Goodnight.”
Agnes kissed Lena.
Sincerity was always the ultimate weapon.
Lena’s playful demeanor vanished, and she returned the kiss passionately. “Goodnight, and sweet dreams, my dear Professor…”
