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The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy

Zeva's hands slid under my shirt, her fingers curling around the hem.

The fabric rustled as she pulled it up and over my head, tossing it aside without hesitation.

Her emerald eyes locked on my bare chest, widening slightly in surprise at the sight of the countless scars that marked my torso.

She said nothing, only let out a soft breath, her gaze lingering on the scars before she finally whispered softly to me.

Before I could respond, she leaned in, her lips pressing against mine.

"Mmnh~," the sound escaped her as her hands settled firmly on my chest while she pulled me closer.

The kiss deepened, and when she finally pulled back, she placed a hand on my chest and, with gentle strength, pushed me to the ground.

I landed, watching her, eyes fixed on her movements as she looked down at me.