Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 39 | The Class Rep Wanted To Report Me So I Gave Her A Different Kind Of Punishment

Chapter 39: 39 | The Class Rep Wanted To Report Me So I Gave Her A Different Kind Of Punishment

His mouth covered hers before she could process what was happening.

Warm.

Firm.

Demanding.

Hae-Won’s eyes went wide.

Her first thought was shock.

Her second thought was that she should push him away.

Her third thought evaporated completely because something was happening inside her body that had never happened before.

Heat.

Spreading from where his lips touched hers down through her chest and into her stomach.

Electric.

Intense.

Overwhelming.

His tongue swept across her lower lip and she gasped without meaning to.

The sound came out embarrassing and needy and completely beyond her control.

He took advantage.

Deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid into her mouth and Hae-Won forgot how to think.

Her knees buckled.

He caught her. One arm around her waist. Pulling her against him.

She could feel his body through her uniform. Hard muscle. Solid weight. Heat radiating through the fabric.

And underneath all of that.

Something else.

Something flowing out of her.

Into him.

Her Essentia.

She could feel it draining. Pulled through the contact where their mouths met. Flowing into him like water spiraling down a drain.

Her ability screamed warnings in the back of her mind.

Unauthorized transfer. Energy depletion. Foreign signature detected.

She didn’t care.

Couldn’t care.

Because whatever he was doing felt better than anything she’d ever experienced.

His hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck. Fingers threading through her hair. Tilting her head to deepen the angle.

Hae-Won whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

She’d never made a sound like that in her life.

His other hand tightened on her waist. Pulled her closer.

She could feel every inch of him pressed against her now.

The drain intensified.

Her Essentia flowing faster.

Pouring into him in waves that left her lightheaded and gasping.

But something was flowing back.

His energy.

Pushing into her even as hers drained out.

Hot.

Foreign.

Completely different from her own controlled signature.

It filled the empty spaces inside her like liquid fire.

Hae-Won’s fingers clutched at his shirt. Twisting the fabric. Holding on because her legs weren’t supporting her weight anymore.

Rome broke the kiss.

Pulled back just enough that she could see his face.

His eyes glowed.

Faintly purple.

The same purple she’d seen in the news footage this morning when the villain had stopped growing.

"Still want to report me to the disciplinary committee?"

His voice was rough.

Lower than before.

Hae-Won couldn’t answer.

Couldn’t form words.

Her mouth was still tingling from where his lips had been.

Her entire body was trembling.

Between her legs.

Wet.

She was wet.

From a kiss.

One kiss and she was falling apart.

Rome’s hand moved from her waist.

Slid down.

Over the curve of her hip.

Hae-Won gasped. "Wait."

"Want me to stop?"

"I... I don’t..."

She didn’t know.

Didn’t know what she wanted except that she didn’t want him to let go.

His hand kept moving.

Lower.

To the hem of her skirt.

Hae-Won’s breathing came in short panicked bursts.

This was insane.

This was completely inappropriate.

She should stop him.

She should push him away and leave and pretend this never happened.

His fingers touched her thigh.

Bare skin where her stockings ended.

"Ahnn~"

Hae-Won moaned.

The sound filled the small storage room.

Loud.

Desperate.

She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Too late.

Rome smiled against her neck. "You like that?"

She couldn’t answer.

Couldn’t speak.

His hand slid higher.

Between her thighs.

Over the cartoon dog panties that were now completely soaked through.

Hae-Won’s head fell back against the wall.

Her hips jerked forward.

Chasing the pressure.

The friction.

Anything that would relieve the ache building low in her stomach.

Rome’s fingers pressed harder.

Rubbed slow circles through the wet fabric.

Hae-Won’s vision blurred.

The drain pulsed in rhythm with his touch.

Taking her Essentia.

Giving her his.

Back and forth like a tide she couldn’t control.

Her legs shook.

Her entire body shook.

She’d never felt anything like this.

Never even touched herself like this.

And he was doing it fully clothed in a storage room where anyone could walk in.

"Rome."

His name came out broken.

Pleading.

He kissed her neck. Right below her ear where her pulse hammered out of control.

"Say it again."

"Rome."

Louder this time.

His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties.

Touched bare skin.

Hae-Won’s knees gave out completely.

He caught her.

Held her up with one arm while his other hand kept moving.

She was making sounds she didn’t recognize.

Whimpers.

Gasps.

Little broken moans that spilled out every time his fingers moved.

The pressure built.

Higher.

Tighter.

Coiling in her stomach like a spring wound too far.

Her thighs clamped around his wrist.

Trying to hold him there.

Keep the friction going.

Rome’s mouth found hers again.

Swallowed her moans.

The drain spiked.

His energy flooded into her.

Hot.

Overwhelming.

Too much.

The spring snapped.

Hae-Won came apart.

Her first orgasm hit like lightning.

White light behind her eyes.

Every muscle locked tight.

Her hips jerked against his hand in little spasms she couldn’t control.

The moan that escaped her throat was muffled by his mouth but still loud enough that anyone in the hallway would have heard it.

She didn’t care.

The pleasure rolled through her in waves that left her boneless and shaking.

Rome kept his hand moving.

Gentle now.

Easing her through the aftershocks.

When it finally faded, Hae-Won slumped against him.

Her legs were jelly.

Her brain was static.

She couldn’t think.

Couldn’t process what just happened.

Rome pulled his hand away slowly.

Hae-Won whimpered at the loss.

He held her steady until her breathing evened out.

Until she could support her own weight again.

She looked up at him.

His eyes were still glowing faintly purple.

The three signatures she’d detected earlier were clearer now.

She could see exactly how they layered together.

His baseline.

Mera’s spatial manipulation.

And the third signature.

The one that had just drained her Essentia and given her the first orgasm of her life.

"That," Rome said quietly, "is what I did to Mera."

Hae-Won’s face burned.

Her entire body burned.

She’d just.

He’d just.

In a storage room.

During school hours.

She pushed away from him.

Stumbled backward.

Fixed her skirt with trembling hands.

Her panties were ruined.

Completely soaked through.

She could feel the wetness between her thighs.

Evidence of what he’d done to her.

Rome leaned against the wall.

Watching her.

"Still want to report me?"

Hae-Won opened her mouth.

Closed it.

She had no idea what to say.

No protocol for this situation.

No rule book that covered getting fingered by a transfer student with an unregistered drain ability that worked through orgasms.

"I..."

Her voice was wrecked.

Hoarse.

She cleared her throat.

Tried again.

"I need to go."

She walked to the door on shaking legs.

Grabbed the handle.

Rome’s voice stopped her.

"Cheon."

She didn’t turn around.

"This stays between us."

It wasn’t a question.

It was a statement. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

An order.

She should argue.

Should tell him she makes her own decisions.

Instead she nodded.

Once.

Sharp.

Opened the door and left.

The hallway was empty.

Thank god.

Hae-Won walked toward the nearest bathroom with as much dignity as she could manage.

Which was none.

Her legs wobbled with every step.

Her face was flushed.

Her hair was a mess.

And between her legs.

Still wet.

Still aching.

Still wanting more.

She pushed through the bathroom door.

Locked herself in a stall.

Sat down on the closed toilet lid.

Put her face in her hands.

What had she done.

What had she just let him do.

Her ability hummed in the back of her skull.

Feeding her data she didn’t want.

Rome’s Essentia signature was still detectable.

Faintly.

Like he’d left traces of himself inside her.

Marked her.

Claimed her.

Hae-Won’s hands shook.

She’d gone looking for evidence.

Found it.

And now she had no idea what to do with it.

Because reporting Rome meant explaining how she knew.

Explaining the storage room.

Explaining the kiss.

The touch.

The orgasm that had shattered her completely.

She couldn’t do that.

Wouldn’t do that.

Which meant he was right.

This stayed between them.

She stood.

Fixed her uniform properly.

Washed her face in the sink.

Avoided looking at herself in the mirror.

She didn’t want to see what she looked like right now.

Didn’t want to see the girl who’d just fallen apart in a storage room because a transfer student had kissed her.

Hae-Won walked out of the bathroom.

Headed toward her next class.

And between her legs.

She was already thinking about when she could see him again.