Chapter 12: Joint Training (3)
The situation sounded alarming, and the professor's words raised red flags. As Gabrielle had warned, this man was indeed suspicious. However, it was too early for me to make a move; rushing in impulsively wouldn't be wise. So, for the time being, I opted to listen, reserving any intervention for the moment Charlotte's purity seemed at risk.
"Y-You want to be with me tonight? W-What do you mean?"
"It's exactly what I said. I want to be together with you tonight. As long as you want, that is." The professor's response resonated with a hypnotic quality, his words dripping like honey into the void. It felt as though he wielded an enchantment, drawing Charlotte closer, much like a firefly lured to a lamplight in the midnight gloom.
With deliberate steps, the professor closed the distance between them, his approach marked by an almost predatory elegance. Charlotte, rooted to her spot, emitted an audible gulp, her anticipation etched across her face.