Yes, they knew it was not real.
But why was she still a virgin?!
Pressed between the cold, rough stone of a support beam, the unforgiving wall, and the scorching heat of his body, Cecilia's mind reeled. This ridiculous, fabricated high school scenario had somehow restored her hymen.
"Oh well," Eastiel smirked, his breath hot against her ear. "First come, first served, Elder Brothers…"
He had curled his fingers, wetting them thoroughly in his own mouth before slipping them in, exploring with a focus that made her toes curl.
She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, a silent prayer to any listening deity that the sounds being wrung from her wouldn't escape their shadowed alcove and echo down the deserted hall.
Cecilia was painfully aware of one of her feet, still clad in a loafer, sticking out past the edge of their hidden corner. The risk of being seen made her cling to him even tighter, her nails digging into the fabric of his uniform shirt.
