Morgan couldn't focus on the lesson at all. Her pale cheeks were flushed red, and her breathing was rough.
She kept stealing glances at my arm or neck.
Anyone could tell it was the reaction of a woman whose body was burning with desire.
'Her mind is already somewhere else.'
She had just been engrossed in masturbating.
Telling her to study now would obviously not lead to any focus.
I was the one who had awakened that pleasure and lust in her.
Being this close, she couldn't help but be hyper-aware of me.
'I could just ditch the lesson entirely and fuck her….'
But from experience, that wouldn't make for proper training.
It'd be like admitting I'm just as desperate for sex as she is.
I need to always maintain the upper hand over Morgan.
To do that, I have to show that, unlike her, I'm always in control.
As if I could abandon this anytime without a care for anyone.
"Hoo. Morgan?"
"Uh, yeah?"
I suddenly slammed the book shut in the middle of the lesson.
