Chapter 37

The moment Mira yelled, the entire class flinched, startled by the raw frustration in her voice.

"BUT—BUT HE DID THAT TO YOU!" she exclaimed, her grip on the dagger tightening.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her emotions chaotic.

Athasia, still seated on Zamiel's lap, didn't even blink. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her green eyes calm and unwavering as she replied,

"Yes, he did."

She leaned back slightly, her fingers lightly grazing Zamiel's arm, before continuing with a smirk,

"But did I resist?"

The room fell into stunned silence.

Some students turned red.

Some gasped.

And others—who were still trying to process everything happening in this class—just froze in shock.

Mira looked like she wanted to throw another dagger.

But before she could, Athasia suddenly switched to Russian, her voice lower, more serious.

"Mira… you remember what I told you when I was twelve? The dream? The one about…"

Mira's expression shifted.

She did remember.

That dream. The one Athasia had always been puzzled by.

When she was twelve, she had woken up drenched in sweat, whispering in a trance-like state:

"He is mine. The world is mine."

At the time, neither of them had understood what it meant.

Now, years later, it all made sense.

Athasia's smirk widened as she continued,

"They were telling me… Zamiel is mine."

Mira groaned loudly, dramatically throwing her head back in defeat.

"Yeah, yeah, fine. You win."

She crossed her arms, but her glare at Zamiel was unforgiving.

"BUT—if he so much as makes you bleed, HE. IS. DEAD."

Zamiel, who had been watching their exchange with amusement, finally spoke.

His lips curved into a dark smirk, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief as he lazily murmured—

"Bleed? Oh, Mira… I promise you, she will."

He leaned in closer to Athasia, his warm breath ghosting over her ear, his voice dropping into something even darker, even more sinful.

"But not from pain."

His fingers trailed down her arm, stopping at her wrist, where his thumb brushed against her pulse point.

"From pleasure."

Athasia's breath hitched for just a moment—but she quickly regained her composure, her expression as unreadable as ever.

Mira, on the other hand—

CHOKED. SO. HARD.

She coughed violently, her face turning as red as a tomato, as she stumbled back like she had been physically attacked.

The class?

ABSOLUTE MAYHEM.

"WHAAAAATTT????"

"EXCUSE ME—WHAT DID HE JUST SAY???"

"'NOT FROM PAIN'????? 'FROM PLEASURE'???????"

"OH MY GOD, IS THIS EVEN LEGAL???"

"SOMEONE RECORD THIS, QUICK—"

Meanwhile, Athasia simply rolled her eyes.

But she didn't deny it.