Chapter 192: Norelia caught them

"A-And that concludes today’s analysis of secondary circuit thermal dissipation," Norelia announced, pushing her round spectacles up the bridge of her small nose with forced composure. "Class... dismissed."

As if an invisible seal of confinement had broken, the tiered hall immediately erupted into a chaos of shuffling parchment, snapping books, and collective, exhausted groans. Students eagerly scrambled over their own desks to escape the hour-long torture chamber of abstract mana formulas, whispering hurried complaints as they flooded toward the grand double doors.

Within minutes, the chatter was gone and a silence descended upon the vast room.

Standing alone at the front pavilion, Norelia didn’t pack a single sheet of paper. Her fiery red eyes shifted to the very last student out the door. The moment she confirmed everyone was gone, her composure shattered into outrage.

She turned, her gaze locking directly onto the highest tier in the backmost row, looking at the unholy trinity of classroom degeneracy.

After staging a blojob session right beneath her nose, none of them had even bothered to pack up. Violet was slumped forward over her open textbook, fast asleep from the emotional overstimulation. Beside her, Aria was curled comfortably against Eren’s arm, her breathing slow and rhythmic, looking like a thoroughly satisfied blue-furred cat.

And Eren was lounging back in his seat, arms folded across his chest, head tilted back, casually snoring.

Norelia’s tiny fists clenched at her sides as she marched up the center aisle.

"Eren Volsver!" she hissed, stopping right at the edge of the back row.

Eren slowly blinked his blue eyes open, shaking off the warm, pleasant fog of post-nut drowsiness. He stretched his neck, his knuckles rising to rub the sleep from his eyelids before turning to see a petite genius, arms tightly crossed over her small chest, foot tapping against the floor, looking like a tiny, highly volatile powder keg.

Eren offered her a slow smile. "Good morning, Professor. Did the lecture finish already?"

That lazy, unbothered smirk was the last straw.

"You—!"

Norelia leaned forward across the desk, aggressively squishing his face back like soft bread dough. Her petite cheeks puffed out into a furious pout.

"Ow, ow! Hey! Professor, what is this unwarranted physical assault?!" Eren complained around his squished lips, his hands coming up to lightly catch her wrists.

"Shut up! Shut your shameless, lewd mouth, you insufferable pervert!" Norelia squeaked in a furious, hushed shriek, grinding her knuckles against his cheeks for good measure before huffing and stepping back.

She pointed an accusing, trembling finger straight at him.

"Why is it always my class?! Out of all the lectures in this entire institution, why do you always choose my class to conduct your degenerate rituals?!"

Eren’s blue eyes sparkled with wicked nostalgia.

"A bit rich coming from the one who once delivered a full sixty-minute lecture while concealing a buzzing toy deep inside her," Eren whispered smoothly.

The words struck Norelia.

An incandescent wave of red surged from beneath her high collar, painting her pale throat, her ears, and her puffed-up cheeks until she looked ready to melt.

"Y-Y-You—! Sh-Shut up!" Norelia shrieked in an adorably mortified hiss.

The petite scholar lunged forward, swinging both of her small, sweater-paw fists at him t in a flurry of furious, featherweight punches.

"Pervert! Degenerate! Blackmailing monster!" she squeaked with every harmless blow.

Eren didn’t even budge under the assault. Having a hearty laugh that echoed into the empty rafters. He raised his open palms, casually catching her wrists and wrapping his fingers around her delicate hands, effectively arresting the adorable miniature riot.

"Yield, Professor," Eren chuckled, leaning in until his nose brushed against her messy chestnut bangs.

"I hate you!" Norelia huffed, squirming fruitlessly in his grip like an angry squirrel.

The commotion was too loud for a sleeping kitten.

Beside them, Violet slowly stirred, peeling her cheek off the open textbook. Her purple bangs were adorably mussed, and her purple eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep.

The moment the fog cleared from her vision, Violet froze.

Before her stood Professor Norelia glaring daggers, her face furiously flushed, clutching Eren’s hands while aggressively scolding him about morality, classroom desecration, and indecency.

To Violet, who had zero knowledge, the scene was an absolute, apocalyptic disaster.

She thought the professor saw everything.

The realization shatters the sleepy haze into terror. In her eyes, the pristine instructor had just discovered their scandalous, unspeakable act, and Eren was gallantly taking the entire brunt of the disciplinary wrath to shield them.

"I-I... P-Professor...!"

A trembling, broken squeak tore from Violet’s throat as she scrambled to her feet.

Norelia paused her squirming, blinking in surprise. Eren turned his head, one brow arching in mild amusement.

Violet stood there shivering violently, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her uniform skirt. Her eyes instantly welled up with massive tears that spilled over her pale cheeks, cascading down her trembling jaw.

"P-Please don’t expel Eren!" Violet cried, her voice cracking into frantic, desperate sobs as she bowed deeply at the waist, trembling from head to toe. "It was... it was all my fault! I-I forced him! I had impure thoughts and... and I touched him! Lady Aria and Eren are innocent! I am the shameless, filthy one! Please... punish me instead! Lock me in the disciplinary room... just don’t blame Eren!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

She buried her face into her hands, weeping with gut-wrenching, heartbreaking sincerity, utterly convinced she had single-handedly destroyed the life of the boy she loved.

Norelia’s mouth hung open like a broken trap. "W-Wait... what?"

A long, delicate, and aristocratic yawn came from the side of the desk, disturbing the melodramatic tragedy unfolding in the right row.

Aria stretched her slender arms over her head with the grace of a pampered, blinking her golden eyes, she looked mildly inconvenienced by the commotion.

"What in the hell is all this screaming about?" Aria murmured lazily.

"Look, the culprit finally decided to wake up," Eren remarked, gesturing toward the blue-haired heiress with an amused smirk.

Aria ignored him entirely, taking in the sight of poor Violet, who was still doubled over in a frantic, ninety-degree bow, sobbing into her hands and breathlessly begging.

Then, Aria’s gaze landed on Professor Norelia, whose hands were still within Eren’s fingers.

"Professor Norelia," Aria whispered smoothly. "How can you corner my fiancé and make the innocent kitten traumatised?"

Norelia had had enough of this drama.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Norelia exploded, her voice squeaky.

"Me?! I’m the problem here?! Lady Aria Reedings! You are not registered for Mana Engineering! You are not on my roster! You have zero business being here! Why are you here?!"

Violet’s frantic sobbing abruptly hitched in her throat, a muffled, bewildered squeak slipping past her trembling fingers as she cautiously peeked through her tears, thoroughly baffled by the bizarre dynamic happening.

Eren let out a soft, heavy sigh, his blue eyes locked onto her fiery red ones with a serious expression. "We have an emergency."