The Teachers Tried to Pounce, Only to... (1)

“…Professor Sillon?”

Gilliam asked from directly beneath her.

But Sillon could barely hear his voice.

Her own heartbeat thundered far too loudly in her ears.

He was right in front of her. Those honey-colored eyes that ensnared women with a casual glance.

‘I-it’s Everchess’s fault for being so bad…!’

Making an absurd excuse, Sillon tried to lean forward.

The distance between their faces was less than a few finger-widths.

If she leaned forward just a little, their lips would touch—

“What are you two doing!!”...