Chapter 77: Lathel and Lyra

Lathel pulled hard, tearing the white robe, revealing a scenery as beautiful as in a painting. Snow-white hills, soft and with extremely high elasticity. A small and delicate waist, as if carved by the most talented artisans in this world. The fragrance, losing the barrier of the robe, immediately rushed into Lathel’s nose, carrying not only the gentle scent of medicinal herbs but also the body fragrance of Lyra. The plain white undergarment did not diminish her allure; in fact, it made anyone who saw it feel even more excited. Causing Lathel to suddenly feel the urge to commit a crime. "No! Lathel... stop..." Lyra gritted her teeth and said, her eyes becoming moist as if about to cry. She immediately channeled the flow of magic, but seeing Lathel’s expression, she knew clearly that he was being controlled by Dark Mist, and her heart felt pained. ’No! If I resist, I’ll hurt him.’ Lyra bit her lip, her heart seeming to start hesitating, however... "Um... don’t, Lathel... mm... ah..." From Lyra’s mouth, moaning sounds rang out, full of stimulation. Lathel, like a hungry wolf, began to nibble from Lyra’s neck, then his tongue, like a wet snake, slowly moved downward, slowly approaching the soft, alluring mountain. "Um..." Lyra clearly felt Lathel’s warm tongue, her body trembling violently, her legs clamping tightly together. "Lathel... don’t..." Lyra’s voice, full of pleading, rang out, but it did not make him stop; on the contrary, it made the wild beast inside him become even more frenzied. "AGH!!!" Lyra suddenly cried out, the sound echoing throughout the room, her face red as if about to explode because her nipple was now fully in Lathel’s mouth. "Don’t! Stop! Lathel... Lathel..." "Ah!" Lathel suddenly released Lyra, his face stunned, full of confusion, fear, anxiety... all kinds of chaotic emotions appearing. "Master... I... I..." Lathel stammered, his body trembling as he retreated backward: "I’m sorry, I..." Lyra panted heavily, her two hands pulling the torn robe by Lathel to cover her body, then quickly stood up and ran towards the door. But when her hand touched the door, her eyes looking towards Lathel carried all kinds of emotions. "Lathel..." Lyra suddenly spoke: "I don’t blame you, I know you were controlled by Dark Mist." Lathel raised his head to look at Lyra, his eyes full of shame. He gritted his teeth, bowed his head, not daring to look directly at Lyra: "I’m sorry, Master. Because I couldn’t control the Dark Mist and the desires inside me." "Your desires? Lathel... could it be..." Lyra murmured, her heart seeming to think of an answer that she couldn’t believe. Lathel didn’t explain further, he bowed his head, trying to prevent Lyra from seeing his face. "I’m sorry, Master." Lyra took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but in her heart, she couldn’t calm down at all. Suddenly, her eyes saw that thing of Lathel’s, her face becoming even redder. "I... I’ll call Mira and Selvia to help you." "No... Master..." Lathel also realized something, hurriedly turned his back to Lyra, stammering: "I need a little time to calm down." "Selvia and Mira have gone to the library, I... I don’t want to bother them." Lyra pursed her lips, her hand touched the door, wanting to push it open, but she discovered she couldn’t do it. Not because she didn’t have enough strength to open the door, but because her mind didn’t want her to open the door. Lyra panted, but after that, her breathing gradually stabilized as if she had just decided something. She slowly looked towards Lathel, softly saying: "I... I can help you." "Heh?! Master, you don’t need to do that. This is... I... I can control it." Lathel gritted his teeth and said. "That won’t be good." Lyra said: "Although you have now escaped the control of Dark Mist, the desires it amplified in your heart are still there." "If you don’t quickly resolve it, it will devour you, turning you into a demon." "That... I..." Lathel stammered, not knowing how to respond. Lyra took a deep breath, she also didn’t know where she got the courage from to say those words. "Let me help you." Lyra continued: "I don’t want you to become a monster." Lathel slowly turned his head, seeing that Lyra was truly trembling, her two hands clenched tightly, holding the robe in front of her chest. "Master... But... I can’t take away your purity." Lathel shook his head and said. "Now is not the time to talk about that." Lyra pursed her lips, her voice trembling, her face red like a ripe apple. Lathel glanced at Lyra, then sighed, he thought of something and said: "Master, I have a way... but, I can’t say it out loud." "Hm?!" Lyra looked at Lathel full of confusion. She slowly approached beside him, then heard him whisper something into her ear. "That..." She was startled, her face even redder than before by many times, the redness spreading to her ears and neck, making her truly look like a red chili. Lathel sighed and shook his head: "Only that way can make me feel less guilty and not take away Master’s purity." "I know that way is very hard to accept, Master, you don’t need to force yourself to help me. I..." "No!" Lyra suddenly spoke up, interrupting Lathel’s words: "I... I can help you." "Master, you don’t need to force yourself to do things you don’t like." Lathel said, his voice extremely sincere, making Lyra’s heart almost melt upon hearing it. Lyra clenched her fists tightly, firmly saying: "I want to do this for you, Lathel, I don’t hate this at all..." After she finished speaking, realizing she had just slipped and said strange things, she immediately used one hand to cover her mouth, her face flushing red as if about to burn. "Master..." Lathel pursed his lips, softly saying: "Then... please help me." Lyra embarrassed, her eyes moist looking towards Lathel, lightly nodded: "Uhm..." ... One hour later. At this moment, Lucien was standing outside the area where Lathel resided, his eyes filled with irritation as he looked inside. "Damn it!" Lucien gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I’m not a thief, I need to get that thing." "That pill is extremely important to Master, and Lathel... he’s just a liar. He’ll definitely use it for something evil." Lucien muttered to himself. After leaving, he felt uneasy and couldn’t bring himself to let go of the pill so easily, so he decided to lie in ambush at this location. He planned to wait until Lyra gave Lathel the pill, then sneak into Lathel’s quarters to steal it. Although such an act wasn’t right, Lucien truly needed it. "Besides, if that villain uses the pill, he’ll surely do something wicked." Lucien consoled himself. "I’m not stealing. I’m preventing Lathel from doing evil by taking that pill." Lucien took a deep breath, feeling much calmer, and the guilt in his heart had disappeared. "How strange..." He furrowed his brows and muttered, "It’s been almost an hour. Why hasn’t Professor Lyra come out yet?" "Don’t tell me..." A thought crossed Lucien’s mind, and a smile appeared on his face. "Could it be that Professor Lyra discovered that his words were lies?" Crop! Crop! Crop! Suddenly, the sound of high heels clacking against the stone floor interrupted Lucien’s train of thought. Startled, he quickly hid within the nearby bushes, his eyes fixed on the direction the sound came from. There, a woman tightly clutched a torn robe to her chest, the other hand covering her mouth. Her flushed face was as red as a chili pepper, her eyes glistening, with a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Professor Lyra?!" Lucien immediately recognized her, but upon seeing Lyra’s current state, his mind instantly jumped to certain conclusions. "No way! Lathel... he dared to violate Professor Lyra?" Lucien gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and immediately rushed out, running up to Lyra. "Professor Lyra!" "AGH!" Lyra gasped in shock, her face filled with disbelief as she looked at Lucien. "You... you... why are you here?" Because she was too embarrassed and in a hurry, she hadn’t checked her surroundings before leaving to see if anyone was hiding nearby. As a result, when she saw Lucien, she felt both ashamed and worried, afraid that what she had just done would be discovered. Lucien, seeing Lyra’s disheveled appearance, imagined her delivering the pill to Lathel, only for him to throw away his mask of lies and force himself upon her. "Professor Lyra, what did Lathel do to you?" Lucien gritted his teeth as he spoke, his voice full of anger and madness. Lyra flinched when she heard him and thought to herself, ’Not good! Could he possibly know what I just did with Lathel?’ ’No, I was careful. I created a barrier to block eavesdropping and spying—there’s no way he could’ve known.’ "Nothing happened." Lyra frowned and said, still covering her mouth as if afraid Lucien would notice something. But Lucien heard the trembling, strained voice and immediately sensed something was off. "Professor Lyra, don’t be afraid. Even if he were a god, I wouldn’t fear him." "As long as you tell me what he did to you, I swear I’ll protect you. No—I’ll help you get revenge." Lyra: "..." She felt like crying. She was already embarrassed from what she had done with Lathel, and now this lunatic was blocking her path, spouting nonsense. If this continued, someone was bound to overhear what had just happened. "Are you insane?" Lyra shouted angrily. "If you keep spewing nonsense, I won’t let you off, even if you’re Morlan’s disciple—it won’t matter." With that, Lyra quickly turned to leave, but Lucien, like a leech, immediately darted forward to block her path. "Professor! You’re just going to let him do whatever he wants?" Lucien shouted, his voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Fortunately, Lathel’s quarters were far from the other students’ area. Otherwise, with Lucien’s voice, curious onlookers would’ve swarmed here like ants to sugar. "Don’t worry..." Lucien said righteously. "I’ll protect you. Even if I die, I’ll protect you from his filthy hands." "Professor, right now—I’m going to get revenge for you." "You..."