*An hour after her tutoring from Andy.*
Vivian slammed the front door of her family manor so hard the ancient stained-glass windows rattled.
Servants scattered like scared mice,smart move really, because her green eyes were practically glowing with murder.
She stormed through the marble halls, long black hair whipping behind like a war banner, dark skin still flushed hot from... whatever that disgusting, humiliating, effective "lesson" had been.
Her shirt was poorly worn on, she was red and hot. To make it worse she could still feel the ghost of Andy's lazy, perverse head nestled right between her...
'No. Nope. Not thinking about it.' She thought.
She stormed up the grand staircase, feet stomping angryly, straight to her room.
Door slammed again-boom!!. Locked it this with a sharp "Click!!!!"
Leaned against the wood, breathing heavy, fists clenched so tight her nails dug crescents into her palms.
"That lazy, rude, disgusting, low-rank worm," she hissed to the empty room. "How dare he... how dare he make me...."
She caught her reflection in the full-length mirror across the room.
Dark elf perfection staring back: flawless skin, curves that made lesser races weep, green eyes sharp enough to cut glass.
High dark elf blood, even if her parents had fallen to D-class disgrace. She was supposed to be above this.
Above begging F-rank trash for help. Above letting him... lay there. Like her chest was some common pillow.
But 3 out of 20. From zero to three right answers. Actual progress.
Vivian growled low, stalking to the mirror. Unbuttoned the blouse proper this time, shrugged it off angry.
No bra....stupid mistake, hot day, whatever. Her breasts stared back, full and dark and annoyingly sensitive still from his stupid warm breath and that deliberate cheek brush at the end.
She grabbed a silk robe, wrapped it tight like armor. "Never again," she muttered.
"I said never again. He's vile. Perverse. I'll find another way. I'll study alone. I'll...."
Flashback hit unwanted: Andy's cold voice explaining multiplication calm while his head rested so casually between her bare skin.
Mocking her wrong answers, but correcting gentle enough that she actually learned.
He was hiding something. Obviously smarter than his he looks.
And she hated that it worked. Hated that part of her....tiny, buried, screaming part-wanted to go back already for the next "favor."
Vivian flopped face-down on her massive bed, muffling a scream into silk pillows. Pillows that weren't nearly as warm or infuriating as.....
No.
Tomorrow at school she'd ignore him. Glare extra hard. Maybe slap him.
A knock—soft. Her personal maid, timid voice. "Lady Vivian? Dinner is served. Your parents wish to know if you'll join........"
"Tell them I'm ill!" she snapped into the pillow. "And bring wine. The strong one."
Maid scurried off.
Vivian rolled over, staring at the ornate ceiling. Green eyes narrowed.
"Andy... you absolute bastard."
She'd never go back.
(...probably.)
Damn it.