Chapter 39: "Teacher, Open the Door! Don't Just Make Noises Behind It"

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sudden knocking on the door startled Ella.

"Teacher, it's me, Lilith. I'm here to visit you."

A clear and pleasant female voice came through the door.

Ella turned her head, her large, watery eyes full of hesitation as she looked toward Shia for guidance.

She hadn’t expected Lilith to visit at this time.

Ella glanced at herself: a silk dress clung tightly to her body, damp and sticking to her curves. Her back felt a warm, lingering soreness—not entirely unpleasant, but tinged with a strange sensation.

Her stunningly beautiful face was shiny with sweat, giving her pale skin a slight pink glow. Purple hair clung to her neck and shoulders, slightly messy but sensually disheveled. Thanks to Shia's skillful massage, her previously tense expression now looked soft and relaxed.

Shia chuckled softly, shaking his head, signaling her to remain calm.

However, Ella still hesitated. A student was waiting outside, knocking. Was it really right to ignore them, pretending not to be home?

“Therapy sessions shouldn’t be interrupted,” Shia said plainly, his calm gaze dispelling Ella's doubts.

“Ahh~!”

Ella's cheeks flushed even deeper as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips. Her expression shifted between pain and an unmistakable trace of pleasure.

Tilting her delicate neck slightly upward, a bead of sweat slid down her jawline and disappeared into the deep valley of her full, snow-white breasts.

Shia sighed in mild exasperation at her reaction.

“It’s just a massage. Don’t make it sound like… something else.”

His voice was warm and magnetic, yet filled with an understated authority.

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Ella’s face turned crimson as she bit her lip, but another muffled moan still escaped her throat. Her hands clutched the sofa tightly, leaving faint nail marks as she unconsciously tensed and relaxed with Shia's movements.

Meanwhile, Lilith stood anxiously outside the door.

She had intended to use the opportunity to bond with her mentor, perhaps to comfort her with some light conversation—or better yet, a bit of casual physical closeness.

Girls holding hands wasn’t weird, right? Totally normal.

If she could, brushing against her teacher’s smooth, silky stockings would be even better!

Lilith's thoughts drifted to Ella’s luscious, shapely legs—wrapped in mysterious black stockings, exuding a perfect balance of softness and elasticity with just a hint of warmth radiating through the material. The thought alone made Lilith’s heart race, her expression turning slightly flushed.

Who didn’t love a curvaceous older woman?

Lilith unconsciously wiped at the corner of her mouth, only to find no drool—yet. Shaking herself out of her daze, she composed herself, standing in a dignified posture while waiting.

One second. Two seconds.

One minute. Two minutes.

Lilith blinked, puzzled. Was no one home?

Pressing her ear against the door, she focused intently. Faint rustling sounds could be heard inside.

If her teacher was home, why wasn’t she opening the door? But if no one was there, why the noise?

Doubt flashed in Lilith’s mind before she dismissed it. No, she definitely heard something!

Unless her teacher was dealing with some… uncontrollable circumstances. Yes, that must be it! Her imagination began running wild, conjuring hundreds of scenarios.

Lilith's concern escalated, and she knocked again.

“Teacher? Are you home?”

Still, no response.

Convinced that something was wrong, Lilith took a deep breath, steeling herself to break in. However, just as she stepped back to gather momentum, the door opened abruptly.

Standing in the doorway was Ella, her purple hair slightly disheveled. One hand held the doorframe, the other gripping the doorknob for support. Her flushed face was framed by beads of sweat glistening against her radiant, creamy skin, giving her an appearance that was both refreshed and alluring.

Lilith’s gaze locked onto her teacher, momentarily losing herself in the sight.

“Lilith? Lilith?”

Ella’s soft voice brought Lilith back to reality. She blinked rapidly, clearing her thoughts.

“Is something the matter?” Ella asked, her tone gentle.

Lilith quickly remembered her purpose and broke into a warm smile.

“Teacher, I brought you something to eat,” she said, lifting a gift bag filled with desserts.

Ella’s eyes followed the gesture, catching the faintly sweet aroma wafting from the bag.

“I made your favorite mousse cake myself, to thank you for your guidance,” Lilith added cheerfully.

Ella’s expression softened into a smile as she accepted the bag. “You’re very thoughtful. Thank you.”

However, Ella's movements were noticeably delicate. Her fingers brushed against Lilith’s as she took the bag, their touch light and fleeting. Lilith immediately noticed how soft and weak Ella’s grip felt, her body leaning slightly against the doorframe for support.

Her other hand still clung to the doorknob.

Lilith’s eyes sparkled, wondering if this was her chance to be invited inside for some quality bonding time. However, Ella, still smiling, gently declined.

“I’m feeling a little tired today. Let’s have afternoon tea another time.”

With that, she stepped back, her body retreating into the house. The door slowly closed despite Lilith’s hopeful gaze.

“Bang.”

The soft sound of the door shutting snapped Lilith out of her daze.

She suddenly realized something peculiar—her teacher wasn’t wearing stockings today.

Barefoot? That was rare. Ella’s trademark black stockings always completed her widow-like elegance.

Even so, her pale, bare feet had their own charm.

Satisfied with the visual treat, Lilith left contentedly, not thinking much more of the situation.

Inside, Ella leaned back against the closed door, her gaze falling on Shia. He was seated in the living room, calm and composed. On the floor near him, a crumpled pair of black stockings lay abandoned, stained and discarded.

Shia’s gaze followed Ella’s, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the stockings.

“Her endurance really is something,” he remarked, the faint hint of a smile playing at his lips.

Ella’s cheeks burned anew. She felt equal parts embarrassment and shame at being seen like this by Shia.

He idly stroked a ring on his finger, which glowed faintly, summoning a panel visible only to him.

Name: Ella

Progress: 15%

A satisfied smile spread across his face. Progress was undeniable.