Chapter 12 I Wonder How It Feels

My room's window was open, and Victoria turned on the music. For fun, we started dancing. Meanwhile, Mr. Redwood approached his window to close the curtains, but his gaze fell upon us. We were in our pajamas, laughing uncontrollably. He was captivated by watching me enjoy it, I was so happy. It wasn't just because of Victoria and Jeniece, but primarily because of him. Feeling suffocated, I turned to my friends. “It’s hot here!” I felt uneasy. “Why wouldn’t it be? There are three hot girls in the same room, I think it’s too much!” Victoria giggled playfully, winking. “Haha!” I forced a smile. “Let me just slip into something lighter!” I unbuttoned my shirt. Mr. Redwood was still watching me, causing his heart to race. I proceeded to take off my shirt, leaving me in my undergarments. "Lower the volume!" I instructed Victoria. "We don't want to disturb the neighborhood." "No! Close the window!" Jeniece insisted. Maintaining my gaze on Victoria, I approached the window. Mr. Redwood's heart raced even faster, making him swiftly drop the curtain and sit down. When I glanced at his window, I noticed that the curtain had just moved. "It could be the wind!" I shrugged and closed the window. I then decided to remove my trousers, allowing myself to freely roam in my comfortable clothes. I had no idea that I was being admired. However, I couldn't deny that I put on shorts as soon as my eyes fell on the marks on my thigh. Respecting my privacy, he had already turned away and gone to sleep. However, this time he was as sleepless as I had been the previous night. Unlike me, his reaction was different. Even though he wasn't aware of what was about to happen, it began as usual, with him tossing and turning for a while. Thinking about me and what we could be together, he told himself, "She is your student!" "But I can't stop thinking about her!" He sat up and then lay back down, engaged in a battle within his own mind. Finally, he gave in to his desires. As he began to imagine me in his arms, lost in his touch, he kissed me. In his dream, I appeared intoxicated by his presence. He pulled me closer and closer, my body arching in his arms as I surrendered completely to his touch. His fingertips glided all over my skin, sending electric shivers down my spine. When they reached my back, he began to press into my flesh. At first, the pressure was a thrilling pleasure. His breath, hot and heavy against my neck, quickened as his hands continued to slide all over me, exploring every secret with a desperate hunger. His nails began to dig deeper, still oddly satisfying at first, as if our connection was deepening with every touch. As his bones twisted and his nails grew, digging further into my flesh, the sensation shifted to a sharp, agonizing pain. He finally had his fingers inside my flesh, and he was tearing me apart, bit by bit, and I could feel my body weakening under his grasp. His breath came in irregular gasps, each exhale a desperate attempt to awaken, squirming on his bed, drenched in sweat and trembling. "You're hurting me," I whispered, my voice a fragile echo in the darkness, barely audible over the pounding of his heart. The intensity of his grip increased, his nails now carving deeper into my back, the pain becoming unbearable. Suddenly, he forced his eyes open, the world spinning violently around him. His heart raced as he looked down, realizing with horror that his hand had dug into the pillow, shredding the fabric in his strong grip. His fingers ached, and he could still feel the ghostly sensation of tearing flesh beneath his nails. Feathers clung to his long, sharp nails as he gasped for breath, consumed by terror. He carefully peeked out of the window, only to discover that the light in my room was still on. He wanted to make sure what happened didn't really happen. In a state of panic, he sprinted to the bathroom and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Once again, drenched in blood, he found himself in ripped clothes. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, his jaws widened, and as he opened his mouth, he saw pointy, strong fangs. As he examined his hands, he noticed that his nails had transformed into sharp, swollen claws like an animal's. To his surprise, his feet had the same type of nails, and the arches beneath his ankles had broadened. "What is happening to me?" he muttered, realizing that even his voice was not what it once was. Feeling completely helpless and frightened, he took shelter in his room, spending the entire night consumed by fear. As the moon disappeared behind a veil of clouds, he gradually felt his anguish fading, until it eventually vanished. In a rush of relief, he hurried to the mirror and observed his fangs readjusting to their original position. His pupils returned to their normal size, his jaws realigned themselves with a popping sound, and the fur on his body shed all at once. Even his claws fell down, leaving behind only his bare skin without any nails. Surprisingly, his fingers and thumbs regrew their nails right before his eyes. He gathered everything in the trash bag and hid it in the trash can. The following morning, he emerged from his room and carried breakfast to his grandmother. After an extended period of silence, she finally spoke to him. But it was so inaudible that he couldn't hear it. "Did you say something?" he inquired, drawing closer. "Lycan," she whispered. "Liking?" he questioned, "You mean you like the breakfast?" He asked with confusion, observing her closely. She couldn't respond further, but he soon realized that she had indeed said "Lycan." He fed his grandmother, and afterward, Amaya arrived. As we both stepped out of the house at once, I couldn’t believe it when he sat in his car without looking at me.