The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

Chapter 88 Perplexed

"You might also say that I'm determined, focused, and fed up with being disrespected."

Aeric got on his feet and slowly took off his gloves, placing them on the table before gingerly walking around it and approaching the headmistress who sat, still very much stunned.

"In fact, I'd prefer you describe me as any of those things, instead of 'insane.' It's a rather mundane adjective, don't you think?"

Headmistress Lysandra lifted a brow and watched as he walked behind her. "You're very different than you were just two days ago, Son Aeric. It's very perplexing."

"You're perplexed?" Aeric exclaimed with a smile and a brow raise, pretending to care. "Why don't I soothe you a little bit? I can not have you perplexed while you're considering my offer, can I?"

Lady Lysandra sat up and perched on the edge of her chair, she looked at her sides to catch a glimpse of what Aeric was doing, her shoulders hunched with the weight of her stress, her fingers fidgeting uncertainly on the table.

"What are you trying to d—?"

Without a word, Aeric placed his hands gently on her shoulders, his touch firm but softly considerate.

"Oh."

"Relax," he said softly, when he noticed her shoulders jump up as a reaction. With his voice low and seductive, he calmed her down like a soothing tide.

"Son Aeric, I—"

"You're perplexed. Stress, work, all the troubles that come with being the esteemed Headmistress of the Royal Institution. And yet here I am adding to your troubles. I understand, Lady Lysandra."

His fingers moved. He began by kneading her shoulders with his thumbs, tracing slow, deliberate circles into the tense muscles. Then outwardly, his fingers spread, pressing along the tops of her shoulders, working to release the tightness beneath her skin.

Lysandra closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

"But, at the very least, I can do this to ease you of your recent stress. And I can do much more as well." He lowered his face next to hers and whispered into her ears. "Headmistress?... Breathe."

She obeyed, letting in a deep breath and then pushing it out softly.

"Good," Aeric murmured, his hands shifting to the base of her neck. His thumbs moved rhythmically along the curve of her neck to her shoulders, applying just enough pressure to coax the knots free.

Listening to her soft moaning responses, he paused occasionally, adjusting his grip to focus on particularly stubborn spots, rolling his knuckles gently over them.

"How did— uhhh... How are you so good at this, Son Aeric?" Lysandra asked, eyes still closed while her head rolled.

Massaging was the only skill he learnt as Dagwood Ackley, and that was because his mother in that life had demanded that he do it to her every night after a hard day of work, as that was the only thing he could offer in that house.

Now, Aeric retained the skill and it was working for him splendidly.

"Unlike the ones given to us by the Divinity, skills like this are acquired, Lady Lysandra," Aeric replied. Then he took his hand away from her shoulders, took a few steps back, held the chair on its top, then spun it around, pivoting the headmistress at the same time.

Lysandra was shocked by this, and even Aeric was a fair bit surprised as well although he did a great job in masking it.

Aeric walked closer to her, and courageously placed his palm below her chin and lifted her face up. "There are other skills that I could show you. Maybe when I'm done you wouldn't be so... perplexed, and you could very much consider my proposal."

Lysandra adjusted her glasses. So far, her reaction hadn't fully suggested to Aeric that she was falling for his charms. When he used the [Insight] Skill, all he kept getting from her was that he was quite ballsy and courageous.

However, there was intrigue from her, and all he needed to do was to maximize on that and turn it to interest, and then to a full blown want.

"Son Aeric, what you are asking for is an overreach. You want me to do more unjustifiable things in order to cover up another unjustifiable thing."

She frowned. "Either way, I still end up sinning against the Divinity. Why don't y— wuh?!"

Aeric held her up with his hands under her armpits, pushed her chair aside and sat her on the table. This even surprised Lysandra the more we not many have been able to carry her so easily.

'His strength...' her mind spoke as Aeric heard. 'Surely, I must be hallucinating. How is he so...?'

"I am not changing my mind on this, headmistress," Aeric got closer to her, placing both hands on her heavyset thighs, looking unwaveringly into her eyes. "There's none amongst the requirements I gave you that I'm willing to remove. I'm not settling for anything less than I have asked. You've done the most unjustifiable of all things, so everything else should be like stealing a strand of hay from a stack."

Slowly, still maintaining eye contact with her, he pushed his left hand, and then his right. This caused both of her legs to spread as her black skirt strained and pulled backwards, showing the skin of her soft, thick laps, exposed above the pairs of long black socks.

Lady Lysandra whimpered silently, and Aeric heard her thoughts say; 'Oh my. Is he actually going to?'

Aeric began to lower his head. "Maybe with a clear head you will see things my way and agree to my demands."

Realizing that she was being too accepting, Headmistress Lysandra looked away. "Your demands are still too much, Son Aeric. I can not meet it."

"Really?" Aeric smirked curtly, his head getting lower until his face was now in between her thighs and his eyes caught the purple panties she had on, already soaked with her wetness.

"Let me take you there, then," Aeric said. He stuck his face deeper and his teeth dragged and pulled her panties away before his lips caught her pink wet sheath and his tongue thrusted into it with force.

Headmistress Lysandra snapped her head back and her fingers clenched on the desk. 'By the Divinity!' her failing mind moaned.