Chapter 45 45

Chapter 45 45
Chapter 45

Clarissa’s POV 

We didn’t know how to help ourselves, but then when that came to us, we just decided to use it wisely. At least, let us use what we were taught in school and how everything about business ethics connected to real life. 

Madame Agnes had always emphasized how transparency works in relationships, whether in business partnerships or personal ones. It all boiled down to the same principle: openness, honesty, and fairness.

That was why Damien and I, in our desperate state, had clung to those teachings. We didn’t even plan it. It just came naturally…using her very words to defend our relationship.

But when she leaned forward after listening to our opinions, her sharp eyes fixed on us, she asked, “Did you just use what I taught you to explain your relationship?”

Her voice cut through the air like a blade, and both Damien and I froze. I could feel my lips trembling. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. Damien shifted uneasily beside me, but he didn’t speak. My heart was pounding so loud it almost drowned out the silence.

But when she asked that question, we didn’t even say anything at all…. We just sat there staring at her pitifully.

She studied us; her face was unreadable. Then, out of nowhere, a small smile spread across her lips.

“And it worked,” she said softly.

The tension that had been gripping me instantly loosened, like a chain falling off my chest.

“Congratulations to you both,” she continued; her tone was gentler now. “You two will make a great team together. I’m happy to see young people who love each other truly, even against all odds.”

I blinked at her in disbelief, barely able to process her words. She wasn’t angry? She wasn’t going to report us?

“As for you, Damien,” she turned to him with a firm expression, “as long as you keep your professional duties clear in the classroom and don’t let this distract other students or draw unnecessary attention, then I don’t think there’s a problem with you keeping this job. If you really love it. And I will make sure this news doesn’t go viral or get posted.”

Joy burst inside me like fireworks. My heart jumped for joy.

Finally! My brother wouldn’t know about this.

I could see Damien’s relief mirrored in his expression. The corners of his lips curved upward, and his dark eyes softened as he looked at me. We both laughed lightly, the kind of laugh that comes from escaping something dangerous.

Damien quickly reached for my hand and placed his palm against mine, holding me tightly as though he never wanted to let go.

“I can’t believe it,” I whispered, smiling through the lump in my throat. “It finally worked.”

“Finally,” he echoed, squeezing my hand. “We’re allowed to be us… right here, even in this school.”

But even with my joy, there was still a sting in my heart. A whisper of fear. My brother. He must never find out.

Still, I pushed that thought aside when Madame Agnes suddenly spoke again.

“And as for you, Clarissa,” she said, her gaze softening as it rested on me. “You are one of my best students. You’re really, really intelligent. And guess what…,” she paused, letting her words sink in, “I’ll be so happy to have you as my intern this spring.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling faintly. “It would be my honor.”

It felt like a dream. A miracle. My knees almost gave way as tears pricked my eyes.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, ma’am! Thank you, professor! You don’t know what this means to me,” I cried, standing to my feet in excitement.

She chuckled. “Sit down, Clarissa. You’re still my student, after all.”

But I couldn’t stop the happiness flowing out of me. This had always been my dream: to learn under her, to be in her class, to walk in her footsteps. And now she was making it come true.



Later that day, my joy only grew deeper when Damien and I got home, and to my surprise, my brother wasn’t around.

A dangerous kind of relief spread through me. At least today, there would be no interruptions. No suspicious eyes watching. No questions.

And maybe… maybe I could finally celebrate with Damien in the way my body had been craving all day.

The moment I dropped my bag on the couch, Damien was already pulling me into his arms. He kissed me so passionately; it was just so urgent and a hungry kiss, like his life depended on it. His kiss was fire, burning away every fear I had left.

He carried me with such ease, his strong arms lifting me as though I weighed nothing. Our mouths remained locked as he walked us toward the staircase, each step heavy with passion. 

My legs wrapped tightly around him, and his hands were holding my ass like his property, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my ears.

By the time we reached his room, we were already breathless. Our kisses turned wilder, desperate, as though every second without touch was unbearable.

“Clarissa,” Damien whispered against my lips, his voice hoarse and filled with heat. “Your explanation today… about business ethics… it was so hot. I was so proud of you. You’re everything I wanted and more. The perfect one.”

His words melted me completely. I smiled against his mouth, my hands sliding down to unbuckle his belt.

He looked at me with a knowing gaze, his eyes darkened by desire. He didn’t stop me.

“You know,” I teased, biting my lower lip, “what really drove me crazy was when you told everyone I was your girlfriend. That was hotter than anything.”

A smirk spread across his face. He cupped my cheek, kissing me roughly. His other hand slid under my top, pinching my nipple, making me moan against his lips.

“Say it again,” he whispered. “Say it like you mean it.”

The pleasure clouded my thoughts. His fingers trailed down into my pants, teasing me, stroking me until I was gasping for breath.

“Damien…” my voice trembled as I tried to catch air. “It’s… it’s about desire. Transparency. Making sure both of us leave fully satisfied. Eliminating unnecessary barriers.”

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “Good girl. Now let me eliminate those barriers.”

"Why are you teasing my whole body?" His fingers were already inserted in my pants, and he was actually fingering me so slowly that I kept on gasping for air. I couldn’t even talk; his hand pulled off my crop top, revealing my breast to him. 

He sucked on it and kept on fingering me in a way that my eyes rolled backwards. I can’t even focus anymore.

I gasped at the kind of pleasure I was receiving from his hands and his tongue. He slowly placed my hand on his shirt, and I struggled to unbutton his shirt.

I wondered why my legs were trembling quickly. He sat me down on the table, opened my legs in a way that he could be able to see everything, and pulled off my panties.

My wet pussy was already revealed in front of him. He slowly inserted one finger and then the next. He made it two fingers. 

“Oh my God… Damien, please fuuuuck… me. Please stop teasing me; just do it. I need it. I need that dick inside of me… just put it in.” I kept on saying it.

But then he said to me, “Not until I give you all the pleasure and you beg for mercy and scream my name.”

“Keep on doing it, baby; you didn’t stop, Daddy!” I cried out.

“Clarissa, you talked about eliminating various unnecessary things right now. I think I need to eliminate this unnecessary barrier.” He said he immediately removed his finger and gave it to me for me to suck my juice on his hand. 

I did it obediently, and then he slowly went down on his knee and began to lick my pussy. He licked me and stuck one finger deep inside.

I kept on screaming, shouting, and gasping, and then he removed his trousers, and his big erection came out hanging in the air. 

He went and sat down on the couch. "Suck that dick," he said to me naughtily. I knelt down and began to suck his dick while spitting on it, even using my hands on it, giving him a handjob.

"Just like that, Clarissa, just like that," he kept on saying, "Oh, fuck me," and then he told me to sit on his face while sucking his dick.

I was sucking it. He was licking my pussy in a 69 position, and after that, he stuck his cock inside my pussy and fucked me. 

This time around, it was raw. He didn’t use condoms. It lasted for one hour as we did it in different positions, and soon enough after pounding me, he withdrew his dick from my pussy, and he released. On my face, that was the best fuck of my life. The first one was sweet, but the second one is the best.



Hours later, we walked together along the campus road. The evening air was cool against my skin, though my body was still humming from the fire Damien had lit inside me. My legs ached at every second I thought of him, but my heart was light.

We laughed together, our hands brushing now and then, and in that moment, as we jested with each other, I felt so unstoppable.

“So,” I said softly, my eyes searching his, “today in class you said I was your girlfriend. Was that real? Or just something you said to get us out of trouble?”

He glanced at me, his lips tugging into a smile. Then he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“Do you really think I’d lie about that?” His eyes locked on mine, serious now. “Listen, Clarissa…I’d give up my position as professor’s assistant…hell, I’d give up everything…just to be with you every day.”

His words hit me hard. My heart swelled until it almost hurt.

“So…” I whispered, almost afraid to ask, “am I really your girlfriend?”

He stopped walking, turning fully to face me. He reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“If you want to be,” he said, his voice low and steady, “then I’d really love that, Clarissa Wang.”

I could feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes, but I forced them back. I stepped closer to him, rising on my toes, ready to kiss him. I was about to seal this moment with him forever.

But then… I heard a voice call my name from behind.

“Clarissa!”

We froze immediately as I tugged him away from me slightly.

“Damien!”

We turned sharply; my blood ran cold.

It was Jonathan.

My brother.

He was walking toward us, his face was tight, his eyes were sharp as knives, and he looked so serious.

“WHAT the hell is going on here?” he demanded.

I felt Damien’s grip tighten around my hand, but my whole body went numb.

Did he see us?