Chapter 47
The Demon’s Confession
(Arushi POV )
It’s Monday.
And for some reason, I woke up with this fire inside me. A burning question. A lingering scent of sea salt and wood sage na parang hindi nawawala. I had to face her. Professor Haneul.
I got up earlier than usual—around 5:00 a.m., which is rare for me. I don’t even remember the last time I felt this... driven. Pagbaba ko sa kitchen, I saw Mommy Auburn and Mama Primo already awake, drinking coffee together habang si Citrine, of course, tulog pa. That lazy twin of mine.
I greeted them softly and ate fast, like sobrang bilis, kasi I couldn’t stay still. My chest was heavy with this strange mix of fear and... excitement?
Pagkatapos kong kumain, I kissed both of them on the cheek and said, “I’ll leave early po, I just wanna... get to school agad.”
Mommy Auburn raised a brow, “That early? Wala ka pang class ah?”
I smiled at her—small and quick. “May kailangan lang po akong puntahan.”
After that, I texted Min-Jae:
> "Pick me up pls. Like now."
And wow, in just five minutes, I heard her horn outside. Ang bilis talaga ni Min-Jae. I ran outside and jumped into her car.
Pag-upo ko, she looked at me suspiciously. “Gosh Arushi, it’s 6 A.M. in the morning! Anong gagawin natin sa university? Mamaya pa class ko.”
I gave her a small grin.
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re weird right now, Arushi, I swear. Nagising ka lang mula sa pagkakatulog ng matagal, tapos ngayon naging palangiti ka na? Scary.”
Tawanan kami saglit. But inside me, my heart was racing.
When we got to campus, it was 6:40 a.m. The air was still. The sky had that early-morning blue hue. Tahimik pa ang paligid. I stepped out of the car and waved goodbye to Min-Jae.
I stood there for a moment. Staring at the architecture building.
Then I walked. Each step felt heavier the closer I got to her office. Like my body knew what was about to happen... and was bracing for it.
When I stood in front of Professor Haneul’s office door, I hesitated. My hand was raised, ready to knock. But my chest? Sobrang bilis ng tibok.
Knock. Knock.
I heard her voice—smooth, calm, and commanding. “Come in.”
I slowly opened the door.
There she was, sitting behind her desk, a soft smirk on her lips, but her posture calm, composed. That smirk though—parang may alam siya. May tinatago.
Then… click.
The door locked behind me.
A cold breeze swept across the room. The temperature dropped instantly. Goosebumps ran down my arms.
And then, the scent hit me.
Wood sage. Sea salt.
Just like in my dreams.
And the humming…
That soft, melodic hum I always hear sa mga panaginip ko. It was playing faintly from somewhere.
I looked at her, eyes wide, lips parting.
She tilted her head, smiling.
She stood up and walked towards me slowly. Every step she took, parang may magnet sa katawan niya pulling me in. Then she held my hand—gentle but firm—and guided me to a part of the wall.
She pressed something.
A hidden door opened.
A secret room?
I followed her inside without thinking. The air grew heavier. Dim ang ilaw. May small bed. Books. Candles. Old paintings. Parang mini-cabin inside her office.
The moment the door closed, she turned and pushed me gently onto the bed.
I didn’t resist.
I looked up at her as she stood at the foot of the bed, calm but intense. Then she played a soft tune on a small speaker—it was that humming song.
Slowly, she started to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes never left mine. My breath caught in my throat.
Every piece of clothing she removed revealed the reality of the dream I had long chased. Her figure, the way her skin glowed under the warm light, the curve of her waist—everything. She was ethereal. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Then she stood fully exposed in front of me. Naked. Unapologetic.
I gulped hard. My body was burning. My mind racing.
She walked closer. Her voice soft, sincere. “You know, Arushi… my original goal was simple. To seduce you in your dreams. To consume your energy and then…” She paused, looking into my eyes, “…to kill you.”
My heart stopped.
I sat up, eyes wide. “Professor…”
She knelt beside me, her voice a whisper now. “I broke the rules. I know there are consequences. But I don’t care anymore.”
Her face moved closer. Her lips brushing my ear. “You once asked me what I am.”
I nodded slightly.
She kissed my earlobe gently.
A chill ran down my spine—but not from fear. From realization. From desire.
I stared at her. “I don’t care who you are,” I said, voice low and honest. “I love you. That’s all that matters.”
Then I began to undress. My sleeves. My slacks. My boxers. Everything.
I kissed her softly—lips, jawline, down her neck. She moaned faintly, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I touched her stomach gently, tracing slow circles. She closed her eyes, breathing uneven. Our lips met again—this time deeper, more desperate.
I positioned myself above her, between her thighs. Her breath hitched.
Slowly, carefully, I began to move.
She gasped, whispering my name like a prayer. Every thrust, every movement—we weren’t just touching each other. We were consuming each other.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rising to meet mine. We moved together—slow, fast, hard, soft—like waves crashing, like time bending.
It wasn’t just sex.
It was a connection beyond the body.
Beyond dreams.
Beyond logic.
She clung to me, moaning my name over and over, and I whispered hers like a secret. I kissed her again—forehead, cheek, lips.
We moved until we couldn’t anymore.
We collapsed together, tangled in each other’s limbs, our breaths heavy, our hearts racing in sync.
I looked into her eyes, and for once, they didn’t feel cold or calculating.
They felt… human.
She smiled, brushing my cheek.
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After everything we just did—after the waves of heat and tangled limbs, the moans and the breathless whispers—I laid there beside her, still catching my breath, both of us naked under the low amber light of her secret room.
Her eyes were on me.
Still. Sharp. Devouring.
Parang kahit wala na akong itinatago, she could still see deeper. Beyond skin. Beyond soul.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Quiet. Raw.
Then she finally spoke, her voice low but laced with authority.
I sat up slightly, my hair messy, my lips swollen from kissing her too much. I nodded, heart racing again—not from the physicality, but from the weight of her words.
She smirked at that.
God, Celest.
Hearing her name—the name behind the faceless girl, the name behind the demon, the professor, the mystery—made something twist inside me. Something... possessive.
I shifted beside her, brushing her shoulder with mine. “So… what are we now?” I asked, almost in a whisper. “You and me?”
She didn’t hesitate.
My heart skipped.
Then she leaned back, sitting against the headboard of the bed, her long legs stretched out, her body relaxed—pero ‘yung mata niya? Still locked on me like prey. Calm. Confident. Predatory.
Celest just smiled.
And then, her eyes darkened a little. Not angry—more like amused. Territorially amused.
I froze.
Oh God.
She tilted her head slightly. “I saw the two of you. While doing it.”
I almost choked on my own breath.
Wait… what?
She nodded, no shame in her eyes. “Of course. I watch you all the time, Arushi.”
My face turned red. Sobrang init ng mukha ko. I looked down, embarrassed beyond anything. “I… I’m sorry…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what? For letting her touch you? For letting her ride you like she owned you?”
I swallowed hard.
Then she smirked—deadly and beautiful. “If I see you with her again, Arushi, doing that again…”
She leaned forward, her hand brushing along the sheets towards my leg. Her fingers tapped against my thigh before her gaze flicked up to mine.
My eyes widened. “What the—!”
She laughed.
Not mockingly. But for the first time, a real, genuine laugh.
And God… I was so ruined. Because I found her laugh beautiful.
Charming even. Nakakabaliw.
I grabbed the pillow beside me and instinctively covered my private part with it, my cheeks burning. “Okay! Okay! I promise! I swear! I’ll ignore Margarette from now on. No more touching, no more looking, no more—anything!”
She laughed even harder, falling slightly to the side, her bare skin brushing against mine.
I nodded like a scared puppy. “Yes ma’am…”
We both paused.
Then I said, “I like hearing you laugh.”
She blinked, caught off guard. “Oh?”
Her smile faded into something softer. She stared at me for a long second.
Then she reached out, her fingers brushing along my jaw. “Don’t tell anyone about this, Arushi. Not your sister. Not your friends. No one.”
I leaned into her touch, eyes half-lidded. “I won’t,” I whispered. “Promise.”
We stayed in that silence for a while.
But it wasn’t awkward.
It was magnetic. Charged.
Until she leaned over again and kissed me—slowly, deeply, with all the heat and desperation she had kept hidden behind that cold professor mask for so long.
And that was all it took.
The fire reignited.
We made love again. Slower this time. More drawn-out. More deliberate. Every kiss felt heavier. Every touch felt deeper.
Her moans were louder. My thrusts were harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed against the walls. Her moans—sharp, breathy, full of need—filled the secret room like a spell.
I kept kissing her, worshipping her body, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered—because in that moment, she was.
Her body arched beneath me, her lips trembling as she whispered in my ear, “You’re mine… only mine…”
And I answered with my mouth against hers, “Always.”
We didn’t stop until we were both breathless and sweating and completely undone.
Afterward, she curled into me—her arm draped over my chest, her hair brushing my skin. We lay there, tangled in each other, like we belonged nowhere else but in this hidden, forbidden space.
I looked down at her.
She was staring at me again.
Still dangerous.
Still not human.
But still… the only one I wanted.
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