Blooming Tower of the West Wind

"These two letters are from Diego and Elan."

"Elan...why! Did she write to sue me?!"

Hipper reached out and pushed Theron, who was bouncing excitedly, into the sofa, and Hektra turned into a throne, allowing Hipper to sit down.

"Let's talk about Diego's letter first."

Theron stared at her with emerald green eyes in bewilderment.

Hipper glanced at her, "The letter roughly explained to me that you were questioned by the Supervisory Committee because of the crystallization measurement report."

"What, why! Who is Diego... Inspector Diego?! That's Diego West County?!"

Hipper glanced at her again, as if wondering why she hadn't thought of the connection (but Diego is such a common name), "Lucis Manell's response to being instructed by old Sautherland and to his Informant Swayth confessed to attempted murder, you got into all this trouble and didn't tell me, huh? How many other things did you do at school that you didn't want me to know about?"

"That's... that's all! I promise! Really!"

Hipper's face was full of distrust, "We have to see what Elan says."

"She... how could she! I thought she wasn't this kind of teacher!"

Hipper's cold eyes stared her back on the sofa, and explained calmly: "Every student who graduates will have such a school comment. In theory, this is to be sent to the tutor in the tower, but it is sent directly to me. It's not wrong. The letter introduced the Nightmare Sisters you met at Mount Bribery, and Kova's extraordinary interest in you. Guess what this means?"

"... What do you mean?"

Hipper flicked the letter paper with her slender and white fingers, and made a crisp sound, "This means that if you have no way to protect yourself, you will always be the prey of others. There used to be hunters, and there is a mysterious black lantern , and then the demons. I want you to understand that you are not an ordinary person, that extraordinary people do not have the right to live like ordinary people, that bad luck and opportunity will always find you, and if you can solve it, it will give you strength, If you can't, it will eat you up."

Theron puffed out her cheeks in disbelief.

Hipper wanted to poke, pinch, stroke, but resisted the temptation in the end.

"Theron, I can protect you for the rest of my life, but that means you will always be my confinement, and you will lose your right to choose, and you will lose your freedom."

The word "forbidden" is like a zeolite thrown into the water suddenly, which suddenly stimulated the heart rate of everyone present to a very high level.Theron even heard himself gasp.

Their eyes were tangled together.

She would also like to see what Hipper meant when he said the word, but she would probably disappoint herself—she meant nothing other than the novels that the word kept in the hidden rooms of those little bookstores. .

"Yes, yes, you are mine..."

Hipper interrupted her forcefully, "I am your teacher, and nothing else."

Staring at her with cold gray eyes, Hipper's face was slightly angry.On the contrary, Theron was beating his heart like a drum, and said tremblingly: "If it is you, I can... I am willing to be free..."

"But I don't want to!" Hipper stood up, blocking the overhead light, and the shadow fell on Theron. Hektra's tentacles pulled her up from the sofa, and the archmage looked at her calmly but solemnly. Say: "I don't want to, and I can't, be responsible for your life. You are an independent person. You must be responsible for yourself. You must complete all the choices in front of you. Didn't you dare to run for your life alone when you were young?" Aren’t you afraid that you will lose your freedom if you are arrested?”

"But, but you are different from them."

Hipper shook his head and took a step closer, "There is no essential difference. When you and your master's will conflict, you will not have any choice."

"But you won't..."

"I won't?" Hipper still locked her eyes, and the coercion almost crushed her, "Did I make you feel false security?"

"I……"

"People's long-term behavior is one of the most unpredictable things. I don't know if I want to treat you like this tomorrow, and you don't know if you will want to listen to me in the future. If I want you and Diego's son Get married so that you never go back to Aymecortes again?"

"I……"

"Do you want to?" She took a step closer, Theron tried not to back away, and the tip of Hipper's nose was almost touching hers.

"No!"

Hipper stepped back a little, sighed and asked: "You have your own will, you are not someone's appendage. Haven't I taught you this for so many years?!"

Contrary to her wish, Theron looked even more depressed, and Hipper was a little at a loss at this time, "I didn't mean to scold you, and I won't... I won't really ask you to be with someone you don't like. Together, just to give an extreme example, I hope you can understand the wrongness of this view. I'll send you back to your room to sleep, okay?"

Theron nodded slightly, and Hipper took her hand. The beast's hand was still as flexible as a beast. Her wandering life in her childhood made her palms rougher than others, especially with hands that had never done rough work in her life. Compared with Hipper, who holds a pen besides a book.

But Hipper likes to hold these hands very much. If possible, she hopes to keep holding them and not let go, but no, the reason is that "independent individuals have the right to choose freely."

The living room was only two floors away from her room, and it took a while to walk there. Hipper turned to leave, but Theron leaned against the door and watched Hipper leave.

The archmage didn't know about it, she kept her back to Theron, and was ashamed that she didn't know how to face the girl she had just reprimanded.

She didn't want to be hated by Theron, so she had to keep persuading herself that this was a very necessary lesson.

Theron lay in bed by herself, remembering only that Hipper didn't want her company, and that she would be banished from Aymecortes again.

She understood Hipper's expectations of her in her heart, and knew that her talent was worthy of Hipper's expectations, but that's it, the more Hipper did her duty, the more ashamed she felt in her heart.

Which student sees his teacher, but all he can think about is how to kiss her?

But the more she stopped herself from thinking, the more uncontrollable her thoughts became. She had seen Hipper's body covered only by a thin shirt, seen her slender limbs, and remembered the feeling of hugging her. When these things are not available, these memories stand out more clearly.

Even the breath lingering around her nose was so real that she seemed to have run out of imagination. She curled up on the bed, stretched out her arms to hug the quilt, and imagined with guilt that Hipper agreed to her hug, locking her firmly between her arms , Agreeing her to bury it in the nest of her neck and sniff the smell she likes.

like this……

She lifted up the hem of her shirt, revealing her slender waist, and pulled the corner of the quilt over her waist. The soft quilt was like a gentle hand brushing over the tender skin. She sighed softly, and then felt dissatisfied, so she pulled it up He took off his shirt, revealing his smooth back.

The corner of the quilt was also pulled a little longer by her, crawling across the skin around the waist like a snake, and slowly sliding up the back.

Theron was obsessed with remembering the kiss that the two were about to succeed at that time. Time went back to that moment. She didn't hesitate anymore, but kissed boldly, sucking the seductive lips, and when Hipper was about to move back When he pulled away, he stretched out his hands to wrap around her neck, forcing her to continue the kiss.

The front was untied by her, and the bare skin on her chest was directly pressed against the quilt. The extremely sensitive skin endured almost unbearable touch and friction, and the lingering breath made her mistakenly think that Hipper was hugging her and stroking her .

She closed her eyes, carefully imagining what a kiss would look like, and then realized that she couldn't imagine—without any experience, she didn't even know what lips felt like when they touched, but it didn't bother her.Although the detailed imaginative construction work made it very difficult to advance, in her mind, Hipper's soft lips were slowly outlined, and when she touched her lips, Hipper's lips were slightly deformed.

She sucked bit by bit, even sticking out the tip of her tongue to trace the shape of the entire lips.

Would her teacher like to be kissed?Perhaps willingly.She would like to imagine that there was a faint smile on Hipper's face, and that the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, waiting for her to kiss.

It was too mentally exhausting, and she fell asleep drowsily in the imaginary kiss because of the extreme satisfaction.

It was an hourglass past the waking time, and Theron still didn't appear at the dinner table. Hipper closed the book and walked towards the door of the living room. The wind blew up the corners of her clothes, and her large mage robes stuck to her body because she was walking too fast. , outlining a mysterious and graceful shape.

The door of Theron's room was not closed tightly, and she was worried that Theron would run out alone, so she pushed the door nervously and went in, unprepared to see Theron's unsightly sleeping position.

The quilt was hugged by her, and it didn't cover her body much. The shirt was wrinkled from sleeping, revealing a smooth and white belly. The buttons were unbuttoned for some reason. When she turned over, she didn't cover anything, revealing the girl's white tenderness. crispy breasts.

There is a little red on it, and it trembles slightly with breathing.The girl was unconscious and still sound asleep.

A suffocating feeling hit Hipper, and she tried to breathe, and it took a while for her breath to come back.She couldn't help turning her head to see this beautiful scene. She stared blankly for a long time, fighting fiercely in her heart all the time. One group agreed that she should walk over immediately, and use her whole hand, no, both hands to make sure whether Theron has caught the cold. , the other faction strongly opposed it, advocating leaving here immediately, lest the subject receive any strange hints.

During the fierce battle, her legs slowly walked over uncontrollably, and she stretched out a slightly trembling hand towards Theron's undefended chest.The archmage frowned slightly, examining the unicorn that belonged to her seriously and intently.

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