Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 236 Special time with my student?

Chapter 236 Special time with my student?

Will post other half when there's power.

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(POV: Lumiere)

Anastasia let out a soft moan.

"Harder~" she whispered between gasps.

I paused, my movements faltering, and spoke up hesitantly.

"Don't you think it's a little too much?"

I asked, concern evident in my voice.

After all, we were dealing with something big.

Anastasia shook her head, she was really determined to take it all in.

No matter how big it was.

"No, I want it a little more," she replied, her voice carried heavy desire.

Reluctantly, I continued applying pressure, but as I did, Anastasia's moans grew louder, her pants becoming more rapid.

She wasn't enjoying it one bit, but I wouldn't expect anyone to.

I wasn't going with the usual force I usually did.

Sensing her discomfort, I spoke up once again.

"Maybe it's just a little tight down here," I suggested, hoping to find a solution to her pain.

Anastasia panted heavily, her breaths hot against my skin.

"Loosen it up a bit," she demanded, her voice filled with urgency. "I'll go crazy if you don't."

"Okay, sure." I did as she asked.

Her eyes hit the skies for a moment. "You're so good at this, Professor~"

"Well, it's not my first time doing this," I smiled. "I've done it for my sister, and because I do a thorough job, she was really exhausted right after.."

"A-Ahnnn~~ that's the spot~~!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I finished bandaging her ankle.

I stood up, my muscles sore from the exertion, and looked down at her.

"Is that alright?" I asked, searching for any signs of discomfort on her face.

Anastasia's breathing slowed, but she still panted slightly as she caught her breath.

I tossed her my coat and gently encouraged her to put it on.

"The mornings are usually always cold," I explained, hoping to shield her from the chill.

But as the coat covered Anastasia's face, she let out a muffled shout, her everyday frustration greeting the morning.

"I don't want your sweat all over my body!" she exclaimed, her tone accusatory.

I blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"Oh," I stammered, quickly retrieving the coat. "I'm sorry, I'll take it back then."

She yanked the coat out of my grasps.

Anastasia's expression softened, and she shook her head, her face flushed. "N... No, I'm not complaining," she said, her voice quieter now.

I shrugged, trying to brush off my embarrassment, and slipped my hands into my pockets before continuing to walk forward, my long shirt swaying with each step.

I glanced back at Anastasia, only to find her still standing there, snuggling with the coat as if it provided her with a sense of comfort.

But wait... wasn't it supposed to...?

"Aren't you coming?" I called out.

Anastasia's face flushed a delicate shade of red, and she quickly nodded.

"Y-Yes, of course," she stammered with a barely audible voice.

She took a few quick strides, almost as if she was running, before settling into a steady walking pace beside me.

Concern still gnawed at the back of my mind.

"You don't have to push yourself too much," I said gently. "You might end up spraining your ankle again."

Anastasia offered me a soft, reassuring smile and replied, "I'll be fine, don't worry. Besides, I can't be slowed down by a silly little sprain."

Hm, Anastasia... stubborn as always.

This coming from someone who'd only met her once— just yesterday.

Unable to resist teasing her, I let out a chuckle and said, "I can't believe you actually managed to fall down like that."

Anastasia frowned, some annoyance lingering on her features.

"Oh, shut up," she retorted playfully, although she was a bit embarrassed.

"If I didn't know any better, I would have mistaken you for the second Princess Aurora. No one falls down half as bad as her."

"Really?" a small gasp followed as she stared at me. "She's a klutz?"

I continued to laugh and added, "But of course, you didn't hear that from me."

Anastasia sealed her lips with a mock zip gesture and chirped, "My lips are sealed."

The sight of her playfulness made me smile.

She could be stubborn, but at the same time also fun to talk with.

So, here's the deal.

After winning a bet with Anastasia, she became my personal assistant.

This morning at the teaching staff?s dorm house, bright and early, she showed up at my door, all ready for a morning jog.

Now, normally I would've said no because I cherish my beauty sleep, but she was so eager that I couldn't refuse.

We were happily jogging along when, bam! She tripped on a stupid branch and sprained her ankle.

Smooth move, Anastasia.

As we walked, something came to mind.

"I'm actually surprised so many noble children are here."

"Hm?" she said.

"I mean, it's not like Aldnoah is a subpar university or anything, but my impression of nobles led me to believe they wouldn't want their children mingling with other races outside the continent."

Anastasia continued to snuggle with my oversized coat, its sleeves almost completely masking her delicate hands.

"Well, technically, most nobles disagreed..."

Both my eyebrows shot up slowly, "Oh?"

"Yeah, but Miss Lucretia?s father— the Viscount, was able to talk to them."

"Oh, that's neat."

And with Lucretia?s they'd want her to owe them a favor.

So, using their children to do that was an easy setting from their point of veiw.

Anastasia?s the daughter of a Baron, so it wouldn't be hard to get her father on board, for the right price that is.

With Lance here, I wonder what sort of favor Lucretia owes the Earl of Goldcrest. I mean, Earls wouldn't casually allow their children to just enroll anywhere.

Then again... this was Lance, chances were he wasn't the first son and because of that had little importance.

After stretching my limbs and taking a deep breath, I turned to Anastasia and said, "Well, it doesn't really matter, you know. Lots of work to do. Remember, later today, you're going to help me organize some files and then submit them to the Vice Principal."

Anastasia tilted her head slightly, her brown locks cascading over her shoulder. "Organizing files? That doesn't sound like a big deal," she replied.

I shook my head, a wry smile forming on my lips.

"Oh, but it is," I said, emphasizing each word. "There're about thirty documents, give or take."

HA! She thought I'd make it easy for her.

Anastasia let out an exasperated sigh, her lips forming a pout. "Thirty? That's way too much," she groaned, her green eyes leaving only room for frustration and annoyance.

I chuckled softly, amused by her reaction.

Exactly how I felt when she wouldn't give me some breathing room yesterday.

"Well, you better get ready, because after that, we have even more work to do in the afternoon."

Anastasia placed my coat over her mouth, muffling her words slightly.

"It's like you're trying to vent your frustrations about my 'constant nagging' on me," she murmured.

You're damn right I am.

I grinned mischievously. "Well, that's not an impossible idea either," I teased, enjoying how her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Hey!" she protested.

I winked at her and continued, "Besides, later today, I'm taking you to the Merchant's Guild. And after that, Miss Lucilia needs our assistance with something important."

Anastasia furrowed her brows, trying to recall the name.

"Miss Lucilia? Isn't she the one who teaches Land Management?" she asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.

I nodded in affirmation.

"Yep, that's her. And yeah, she does have something important going on today."

"What's that?" she asked.

I was helping her sort out all the "suitors" who offered her a hand in marriage.

Of course, she wasn't marrying any of them, just the Earl of Drumbar.

I raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, I'd rather not say unless she tells me to."

Anastasia's expression turned into a pout, and she playfully sulked, "Whatever. It's not like I care."

Chuckling softly, I promised her, "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."

Anastasia, with her delicate features and heart melting smile, let out a soft sigh and confessed, "You're as horrible as I thought, Professor."

Taken aback by her statement, I asked, "Huh, where'd that come from?"

She shrugged and admitted, "Oh nothing, it's just... I thought when I became your assistant, you'd do shameful things to me."

I watched Anastasia hug herself, her tiny frame almost disappearing within the confines of my coat. It accentuated the graceful curves beginning to form on her developing body—a tantalizing promise of the alluring woman she'd undoubtedly become in a few short years.

Currently, she was 18, so there was still time.

Surprised, I assured her, "Well, that's not really my style."

Anastasia giggled, her playful nature shining through, and said, "I know, I know, but it'd still be a bit fun if you touched and massaged me in my sensitive areas~~"

"Eh?"

My breath caught for a moment, freezing in the air as I processed her bold statement.

Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, Anastasia quickly dismissed her playful suggestion, shoving me in a lighthearted manner. "Just kidding!" she exclaimed, her laughter sounded in the clearing.

Currently, we were in the hill regions of the ArMerAur forest.

To her, it's a joke, but it's never a good thing to play with a man?s libido.

Relief washed over me, and I joined in her mirth, the tension between us lifting.

But our laughter was abruptly cut short by a stern voice sounded, like a needle pricking a bubble. "What's going on here?" the authoritative voice demanded.

It was Lucretia.

Oh boy...