Stammering, Rena managed to inquire.

“What is it that you want, then?" Waylen's Lips curved into an enigmatic smile.

"I won't classify our relationship, but I'll certainly acknowledge its existence."

A blush bloomed on Rena‘s cheeks.

“We hardly even know each other.”

Waylen had an inkling that Rena had subtle feelings for him, even if she hadn't fully admitted it to herself. He believed that no girl would permit a man to approach her so intimately unless some hidden attraction existed. Her affection, he guessed, was perhaps due to his own striking appearance.

Even though Rena had never openly confessed it, she tended to like handsome men.

Releasing his hold on her, Waylen inquired.

"Don't we have a certain level of familiarity now?"

He offered her a smile, which caused her cheeks to flush. A wave of inexplicable heat washed over her, leaving her bewildered. After a considerable pause, Rena finally recalled her initial intention. She whispered hesitantly, "I... I have a crush. You're not doing it right."

Her resistance was as delicate as that of a kitten.

Waylen found it endearing.

“You're remarkably patient with me." Anxiety gripped Rena, tears welling up in her eyes. Despite her inner turmoil, she felt powerless against him.

Waylen's demeanor was slightly reserved.

Suddenly, Rena pushed him away, her lips caught between her teeth, a determined expression taking over. She seemed poised to flee.

Without hesitation, Waylen turned, his grip on her wrist firm as he pulled her back. her on a wide desk.

Then, with a gentle yet purposeful motion, he placed

And there he stood, a formidable presence right in the center of her world.

The intensity of the moment Left her feeling exposed, a mix of shame and longing swirling within her.

Waylen's conscience bore no weight of shame. His fingers grazed the delicate contours of her legs, his voice carrying a husky timbre.

“Didn't I advise you against wearing such short pants Last night?"

Rena's heart trembled with fear.