So What if we are Teacher and Student

Erza's heart pounded in her chest as she enters the Marcus room. It was the first time she had entered a male student's private quarters, and not just any student, but Marcus—the young man who had been dominating her mind these days.

Her cheeks were aflame, betraying her nervousness and the unexpected thrill of being in such close proximity to him.

Marcus's room was a reflection of his noble status, adorned with dark wood furniture, elegant tapestries, and luxurious upholstery. The room exuded a refined elegance, subtly emphasizing his high rank while still retaining a personal, comfortable charm. Erza felt a twinge of awe and apprehension as she stepped inside, her blush deepening.

"Please, make yourself comfortable,"

Marcus said with a welcoming smile, gesturing toward a plush sofa. He moved to a small table and poured a glass of water with practiced ease. The warmth of his gaze and the effortless grace with which he moved made Erza's heart race even faster.

As he handed her the glass, Erza's skepticism showed. "Where is your maid?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. It was customary for students of noble families to have attendants, and Marcus was no exception.

"She's in her room," Marcus replied casually, indicating the door adjacent to his own. "I wanted some time alone with you, so I didn't call her."

The lighthearted, teasing tone he used, combined with his charming smile, caught Erza off guard. Her eyes widened, and her face flushed a deeper shade of red. She hadn't expected such a direct and bold statement from Marcus.

The atmosphere grew charged with unspoken tension. Marcus, seizing the moment, activated his charm ability more deliberately. He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made it hard for Erza to think clearly. "You look beautiful when you're blushing," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress.

Erza's breath caught in her throat. She was struggling to maintain her composure, but the combination of Marcus's words and his charm ability made it nearly impossible. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could hardly form a coherent response.

"We can't have this type of relationship, you know," Erza finally managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. The weight of her responsibilities and the societal norms that governed her position were pressing heavily on her mind.

Marcus's expression shifted to one of genuine sadness, his eyes reflecting a deep, unspoken hurt. "Why not?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability. "Is it because I'm your student and you're my teacher?"

Erza's resolve began to waver under the weight of his gaze. She didn't want to hurt him, but the boundaries imposed by their roles were difficult to ignore. "We're teacher and student," she said softly, her voice almost pleading.

Marcus's eyes remained steady, though his expression grew more earnest. "So what? Just because we are student and teacher, does that mean we can't have feelings for each other? Don't you feel anything for me? Am I really the only one who has feelings for you?"

Erza was momentarily lost for words. The sincerity in Marcus's voice and the depth of his feelings were overwhelming. She struggled with her own emotions, trying to balance her professional duties with the unexpected affection she felt for him. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden realization, and she blurted out, "But you've Charlotte. Aren't you betraying her?"

A smile tugged at the corners of Marcus's lips as he shook his head. "Professor, have you forgotten? In our society, particularly among the nobility, polygamy is accepted. We dukes can have several wives, and even king have multiple consorts."

Erza was momentarily taken aback. The cultural norms regarding relationships and marriage had momentarily slipped her mind. Her confusion was evident as she tried to reconcile these societal allowances with her own feelings and the ethical implications of their situation.

Seeing her contemplation, Marcus took a step closer, his gaze softening. He gently took her hand in his and sank to one knee in front of her, his posture imbued with a romantic gravity that made her heart skip a beat.

"Professor," he said, his voice filled with earnest emotion, "I love you. I understand there are many concerns and thoughts running through your mind, but I just need to ask you one thing."

Erza's breath hitched as she looked down at him, the intensity in his eyes making her heart ache with a mixture of hope and fear. The question that followed was simple, yet profound.

"Do you love me or not?"

The seriousness of his question, combined with the sincerity in his eyes, made Erza's resolve falter. Her heart pounded as she struggled to find the right words. Despite the societal expectations and professional boundaries that loomed over them, the depth of Marcus's feelings and the warmth of his presence were undeniable.

With a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, Erza nodded slowly. "Yes... I do."

The relief and joy that spread across Marcus's face were palpable. He rose to his feet, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. Without hesitation, he embraced her in a warm, affectionate hug, his arms enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

The feeling of his body against hers was electric, and Erza melted into the sensation, her own arms wrapping around him. She had never felt so close to someone before, so intimately connected.

The heat of his body and the firmness of his muscles were intoxicating, and she pressed herself closer, basking in his warmth.

A wave of happiness and relief washed over Marcus. He had feared that Erza wouldn't reciprocate his feelings, but her admission had banished his doubts.

Now, nothing could stop him from pursuing his feelings for her. He held her close, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.

Erza, too, was overcome by a flood of emotion. The weight of her reservations and responsibilities was replaced by the warmth and security of Marcus's arms, and she allowed herself to relax, basking in his presence.Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but a smile tugged at her lips as she nestled into his embrace.

The intimate moment between them lingered, their hearts beating in sync. Finally, Marcus gently released her, his expression tinged with a touch of mischief. "Professor," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I'm going to have you."

Erza's face burned as she looked at him, her eyes widening. His bold statement had caught her off guard, but his sincerity and desire were unmistakable. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could only nod.

Marcus smiled at her response, his gaze softening with affection. He knew that she was nervous and a bit apprehensive, but he would take things slowly. He was determined to show her the depth of his love and devotion, and he would be patient.

He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers, a soft, chaste kiss. His eyes closed, he inhaled her scent, the sweetness of her skin mingling with the floral aroma of her perfume. She was intoxicating.

Erza's pulse quickened at the contact, and she felt her resolve crumble. She had never been kissed before, and the sensation was more powerful than she could have imagined.

She surrendered herself to the moment, her arms reaching up to encircle Marcus's neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The feeling of her fingers running through his hair was enough to send shivers down his spine. A fire burned within him, and he tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue parting her lips, tasting her.

A soft moan escaped Erza's lips, and her heart raced, the heat and passion of the moment overwhelming her. She felt his hands roam her body, exploring every curve, sending a tingling sensation through her nerves. She pressed closer to him, reveling in the feel of his body against hers.

As she was feeling his touch , suddenly marcus carried her and made his way towards bed and lay her on the bed.

She was nervous, but she also felt excited. This was something new, something she had never experienced before. Marcus's eyes gazed into hers, full of love and passion, and she knew that she could trust him.

"Erza, are you ready?" Marcus whispered.

Erza nodded, her heart racing.

Marcus leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers. He then began to slowly undress her, revealing her smooth, supple skin inch by inch. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest, his hands exploring her body.

Erza's breathing was ragged, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She had never felt so alive, so aroused.

"You are so beautiful, Erza," Marcus murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

Erza's face burned even hotter, but she felt a sense of confidence and desire that she had never experienced before.

"Marcus," she said breathlessly, "I want you."