New Target

The words were barely out of her mouth before Marcus was kissing her again, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her backward.

They stumbled into the shower, the cold tiles pressing against her bare skin, but she barely noticed.

All she could focus on was the man in front of her, his touch setting her on fire.

He broke the kiss long enough to turn on the water, and the hot spray cascaded over their naked bodies.

"You're beautiful," Marcus murmured, his voice low and husky.

She felt a thrill of pleasure at his words, her heart racing as he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders.

The water soaked her hair and skin, but she didn't care. All that mattered was Marcus, and the way he was making her feel.

"Put in," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

Marcus obliged, entering her in one swift thrust.

Charlotte moaned, her body arching against him as he filled her completely. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

"That's it," Marcus growled, his hands gripping her hips as he moved inside her.

"Ahh," Charlotte moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the sensations.

"Open your eyes," Marcus commanded.

"Look at me."

Charlotte forced her eyes open, gazing up at Marcus. He stared back at her with an intensity that made her knees weak.

"Marcus," she breathed, her voice shaking with desire.

Marcus picked up the pace, his hips moving faster as he drove into her. The water poured over them, mixing with their sweat and pleasure as they moved together.

Charlotte felt her climax approaching, the pressure building within her with each passing second.

"Come for me, Charlotte," Marcus urged, his voice strained.

Her body obeyed, the waves of pleasure washing over her in a blinding rush. Her cries echoed off the walls as her orgasm crashed through her, her body trembling as she surrendered to the sensations.

Marcus wasn't far behind, his own release finding him as he held her close.

He rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling as they recovered.

"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

Charlotte couldn't help but smile. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Their lips met again, and they lost themselves in each other once more, the water pouring over them.

This would be a long and tiring day.

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After exiting the washroom, Marcus left Charlotte's room and returned to his own to dress up in his academy clothes.Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he made his way back to Charlotte's room, knocking softly before entering.

"Ready for breakfast?" Marcus asked with a smile.

Charlotte, still recovering from the events of the previous night, nodded, though her movements were slow and deliberate. As they walked together through the academy halls, Marcus noticed something unusual in her walking. She was walking slower than usual, and her posture seemed off.

"Are you alright?" Marcus asked, glancing at her with concern.

Charlotte blushed slightly, her face turning a light shade of pink. "I'm fine… just a little sore," she admitted softly, glancing away in embarrassment.

Marcus immediately remembered that it was her first time, and it made sense she'd be feeling pain in her lower body. Without saying another word, he extended his hand to her. "Here, lean on me. I'll help you."

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, but then accepted his hand, allowing Marcus to support her as they made their way to the cafeteria. It didn't take long for them to spot Princess Serina already seated, enjoying her breakfast.

They passed by her quietly, not wanting to disturb her. As Marcus and Charlotte searched for a place to sit, they suddenly heard a voice from behind them.

"And here I thought I finally made some friends," Serina said, her voice playful yet tinged with a hint of mock sadness.

Marcus and Charlotte turned around to see the princess smiling at them.

"It's not that," Marcus replied, his tone light. "We just didn't want to disturb you."

Serina raised an eyebrow, her teasing smile growing. "I wouldn't be disturbed by you two," she said, her voice carrying a playful undertone.

Marcus chuckled inwardly. 'Damn my charm,' he thought. 'See what you've done to the princess.'

Still holding Charlotte's hand, Marcus led her to Serina's table and helped her sit down. Serina's gaze flicked between the two of them, curiosity evident in her eyes.

"What happened to Charlotte?" Serina asked, noticing the way Charlotte winced slightly as she sat down.

Charlotte's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she quickly averted her gaze. Marcus, noticing her discomfort, answered for her.

"She actually fell from her bed," he said casually, hoping to brush off the matter.

Serina's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not convinced by the explanation. But she chose not to push the subject, instead turning her attention back to Marcus. For a moment, her gaze lingered on his face, her expression unreadable.

Marcus, sensing her eyes on him, asked playfully, "Is there something on my face?"

Serina blinked and quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "No," she muttered, "I was just thinking about something."

Satisfied with her flustered reaction, Marcus grinned inwardly. 'It seems my charm is working well' he thought.

The three of them had breakfast together, the conversation flowing smoothly despite the occasional teasing remark from Serina. Marcus ordered his usual bread omelet sandwich with tea, while Charlotte stuck to her latte and croissants. Serina, as usual, chose her herbal tea and sandwiches. They talked about their classes, their experiences in the academy so far, and other light topics.

After finishing breakfast, they all made their way to class together. This time, however, something unusual happened. As they entered the classroom, the lively chatter of the students didn't die down like it normally did when Marcus walked in. The usual heavy silence didn't descend upon the room, and for once, Marcus didn't feel like all eyes were on him.

'Finally,' Marcus thought with a sigh of relief. This was the first time the classroom atmosphere didn't break upon his arrival, and he was grateful for it. It felt like a small victory, a step towards normalcy.

He helped Charlotte to her seat, making sure she was comfortable before taking his own. However, the peace didn't last long. Despite the class continuing as usual, Marcus could feel the occasional glances from his classmates.

'Don't they have anything better to do?' Marcus thought irritably. 'Why are they so interested in other people's lives?'

He decided to ignore them, leaning back in his seat and focusing on the day's lesson. However, the day was uneventful compared to the previous ones. The lectures were dull, the practical sessions repetitive, and there were no dramatic confrontations or challenges like before. It was almost a relief to have a normal, boring day for once.

As the day came to an end, Marcus helped Charlotte back to her dormitory room. She still moved cautiously, and Marcus made sure to be extra gentle with her. Once she was settled in her room, Marcus bid her goodnight and left, planning to return to his own dorm.

But as he turned the corner, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him.

"Marcus."

He paused, recognizing the voice immediately. It was soft, almost hesitant, and unmistakably feminine. He turned around to see erza standing there, her piercing gaze locked onto him.

Seeing Erza standing behind him, Marcus was surprised.

"Professor," Marcus greeted her with a respectful nod. "Is there something you need?"

"I came to give you notes for the days you missed," she said, handing over a stack of papers. Marcus took them, his eyes lingering on her, already formulating a plan in his mind.

"Thank you, Professor. I appreciate the effort," he said, his tone polite but calculated. His gaze followed her, observing the faint blush that crept onto her cheeks.

As he activated his charm ability, Marcus knew it was an opportunity. The dormitory was empty, the halls quiet, and there was no one around to witness. "Since you're already here, would you like to come inside and have a seat?" he offered, his voice smooth and inviting.

Erza hesitated, a deeper blush spreading across her face. She waved her hand dismissively, clearly flustered. "No, that won't be necessary. I just wanted to—"

"It wouldn't feel right to let you go without showing a bit of hospitality," Marcus interrupted gently, pushing the charm further. His golden eyes held her gaze, subtly influencing her.

Erza bit her lip, the hesitation clear on her face. Marcus repeated his offer, this time with more insistence. "Please, Professor. It won't take long, and I'd hate for you to leave thinking I don't appreciate your kindness."

After a few moments of internal conflict, Erza sighed softly, relenting. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stepped inside his room, the blush now fully visible on her cheeks.

Marcus grinned inwardly, knowing what was about to happend .