Whatever conflict was going on inside his head, he didn't betray a hint of it to anyone outside.

Even Khalifa doubted her charm a little as she watched him resume his cooking like no subtle electricity passed by them.

However, she knew he was the type to really keep things to himself, so she was patient and simply chatted with him like a good friend.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy to be able to have your own home and car at your age. It's very admirable."

"Thank you." He said, "The same can't be said of my personal life though.

"A lot of things, we had to figure out on our own." He smiled, a little mocking of himself. "My last relationship was a testament to that."

"Can you tell me more about your ex?" She asked, and Cauis was a bit startled.

However, seeing her just curious, he couldn't find it in him to reject her.

He arranged his words for a while before speaking. "We broke up two years ago, when I realized I didn't really love her.

"In retrospect, it seemed that I never have." He said as he chopped the carrots.

Seeing that the food was already being cooked, they relaxed on the counter as they waited for it to be ready, also preparing for the sauces.

"How'd you two start dating, then?" She asked and he cleared his throat to gather himself.

"It's just that they got me drunk and... things happened."

He was innocent and hadn't experienced love, so he followed his instincts and did not reject her advances too strongly.

He went with the flow of momentary pleasure, which ended up in great regret.

In the end, he had taken the girl's virginity and had to take the corresponding responsibility.

He endured the relationship for over a year.

Anyway, he also enjoyed the act at the beginning, especially since she served him wholeheartedly, and he thought he'd develop real feelings for the woman eventually.

But… he thought too much.

A few weeks in and even the intimacy became a chore, by the last months of their relationship he barely even touched her.

His feelings never sparked and even ended up on the negative side of the scale. In order not to delay her, he decided to break up with her.

"Well, you tried to make it work." She said, "You've already been kind enough."

His eyes looking at her warmed even more. "Thank you."

She smiled and carried the sauce to add to the soup. It was just that, there 'happened' to be a fruit peel in the ground that made her slip a little, her hold of the container loosened, splattering the sticky sauce all over her shirt.

"Oh no..." She mumbled softly, looking like a lost rabbit.

Caius panicked and quickly took out the napkin to help her out, wildly wiping the sauce.

His left hand found the surface as his right hand rubbed off the sauce. Then he realized the mass on his hand was extremely soft and bouncy and a pleasure to touch.

"Hmmm…" a seductive moan entered his ears and it was only now that he figured out what the extreme bouncy softness he had been touching was.

His face burned and his whole body stiffened
"I.."

She pretended not to notice his awkwardness, and she just looked like a little girl distraught that she got messy.

The sight somehow made Cauis a little messy too.

"Can I borrow your bathroom?"

"O-Oh, yes. Yes, of course."

He guided her to the bathroom and rummaged through his wardrobe for some clean shirts. He dared not give her his underwear of course and hoped hers was fine.

He found himself shaking and all red, and if he wasn't a professor who had been used to urgent situations, he'd be in a frenzy by now.

He stood longer than proper outside the door of the bathroom, just listening to the sound of the shower.

His mind couldn't help but imagine what was going on inside but he quickly shook his head, wanting to punch himself.

Scum! He called himself. That was his student, for goodness' sake!

She was a girl almost ten years younger than him!!

Scum!!!

"Is that you, professor?" Her beautiful soft voice echoed into his ears, pulling him back.

He must've made some noise in his internal monologues that disturbed her. "I... I brought you some clothes."

"Oh, thank you professor," His heart softened at her voice and soon the door slightly opened revealing beautiful dainty hands, moist from the shower.

He gaped at it, unmoving.

It was really beautiful. Her hands were extremely well shaped, her skin white and smooth, and the scent of her after a shower flowed to his nose and into his brain, freezing it.

"Professor?"

"Ah, yes." He said finally handing over the cloth to her, accidentally touching her soft skin.

Unexpectedly… the minor touch got him, who hadn't had a real boner for years, hard.

Looking at his bulging pants, he couldn't help but curse out.