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"Do I need to teach you everything?" Anaxa chuckled softly, but his words were as stern as ever if not more. He let out a small gasp, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Phainon's flushed face, feeling the other's warm breathing against his skin. "You're wasting my time."
"I-I'm trying, professor!" Phainon whined, feeling like his heart would explode in a thousand pieces. He was so nervous, couldn't Anaxa be a little nicer? Or, at least, not so terribly mean to him?!
Still, this was a one-in-a-million chance. It felt like one of those 'forbidden' stories came out to life and he was the lucky one chosen to be the main character. Despite all the scolding, low grades and harsh comments on class, here he was, making out with the cutest, most handsome professor from the Grove of Epiphany.
Well, he surely planned to do more than just making out with Anaxa, but he still couldn't figure how to undo his professor's clothes. "I-I'm getting there," Phainon gasped, lowering his head as he tapped around Anaxa's back, trying to find where that small buckle was hiding.
"You might be the only one, then," Anaxa joked, his arms lazily resting on top of Phainon's shoulders while he waited impatiently. "I might have overestimated you capaAHA—!"
?!
"P-Professor?" Phainon looked up, a mix of curiosity and fear. His hands stopped dead in their tracks, one cupping the small of Anaxa's back while the other held the professor's hip.
"Idiot," Anaxa hissed, weakly hitting the top of Phainon's head with a clenched fist. "Don't touch me like that."
'Don't touch him?', Phainon asked inside his head, but wasn't Anaxa sitting on his lap at this moment, waiting to be undressed so they could— wait. Could it be? Phainon looked down again, rubbing a small circle with his thumb against Anaxa's hip.
"A-ah!" Anaxa flinched, hitting Phainon's head again. "What did I just told you? Do you have redsoil instead of a brain inside your skull?!"
"Heheh," Phainon smiled, letting out a small chuckle before moving his eyes to meet Anaxa's. "You always have something new to teach me, right, professor?" His smile widened and Anaxa felt a terrifying chill travel down his spine.
There was no room for scolding, protests or another warning. Phainon quickly moved his hands, grabbing both of Anaxa's hips, and tickled him as fast as he could while keeping the professor in his lap. "I didn't know you were ticklish, professor Anaxa."
"P-PHAhainon!" Anaxa groaned, one hand closing around the back of his student shirt with the hopes of keeping his balance while the other desperately tugged at Phainon's wrist. "S-Stohohop it! Thahat's not what y-you ahahre supposeheh- aHAHa! Y-you brahAHAT!"
Phainon felt his heart clench, throbbing with the mere sight of Anaxa's smile. Whoever wrote those scrolls were right, there was no way his professor could be this cute. How was he supposed to resist it? To control himself around Anaxa when he looked so stunning?
"You're adorable, professor," Phainon gasped, burying his face into the crook of Anaxa's neck while listening to his professor laugh.
"S-shuhut you mohOHOhouth!" Anaxa giggled, trying to scrunch up his shoulders.
This was surely going to take a toll on that semester's grade, but having to take a couple more of Anaxa's classes didn't sound so bad, after all.