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Meanwhile, Miria was looking for Marlie on campus.
As she turned a hallway corner, a black cat appeared, staring at her with strangely intelligent golden eyes. Curious, Miria approached gently.
"Well, kitty… what do you want?"
But the moment she stepped forward, the cat darted off. Curious and determined, Miria chased it, running through hallways and staircases. The cat leapt gracefully, disappearing and reappearing at each turn. Breathless and hair slightly tousled, Miria didn't let it out of sight.
Eventually, they reached a part of the building still under construction, with boards and scaffolding. The cat vanished behind a slightly open door. Miria entered the room, which looked like an abandoned office.
The cat sat in the center, as if waiting for her.
"So… kitty, what do you want?" Miria asked, crouching gently.
Suddenly, in a flash of light, the cat transformed before her eyes into Asher.
"Hi," he said, standing, slightly trembling.
"Asher?! What are you doing here?"
He stammered, holding his head as if dizzy.
"Hey… are you okay? You look pale."
"I… I don't know. I feel… strange. Not myself."
A shiver ran down Miria's spine. Is this the spell I cast on him? she thought, anxious.
Asher stepped closer, voice low.
"Miria… I need you."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked gently.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered something. Miria's eyes widened, cheeks flaming.
"What?!" she shouted, stunned.
Asher raised his hands, embarrassed.
"I know… it's absurd. I could've asked Alix or Kira, but they're both in relationships. And… with you, it would be our little secret."
Miria stared, speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Is he serious?! she thought.
Asher looked away, ashamed.
"Sorry… forget I said anything. I don't know what came over me."
He turned to leave.
But Miria, hesitant, grabbed his hand.
"Wait…"
He stopped, surprised.
"What?"
"Okay," she said, voice trembling.
Asher looked at her, confused.
"You're sure?"
"Yes…" she whispered. "But promise me it stays a secret."
Asher nodded, a smile both mischievous and sincere on his lips.
"Promise."
Miria took a deep breath before undoing her blouse, revealing her breasts delicately molded by her bra. Her face was tinged with slight embarrassment as she closed her eyes and slid the fabric aside to free her breasts, generously exposed to Asher's view. A shiver ran through his body under his gaze.
Irresistibly attracted, Asher approached and, with a sure gesture, made her sit on the desk. His hands came to wrap around her breasts, pressing and kneading them with an intensity that made Miria moan:
—Ahhh…
His hot breath brushed one of her breasts, and his tongue traced provocative circles over the sensitive tip. Miria's moans intensified, filling the room with electrifying tension. Excited by her reaction, Asher nibbled passionately before repeating the same play on the other breast, making her shiver and gasp with pleasure.
Then he laid her down on the desk, removing her panties with a mixture of tenderness and desire. His eyes shone as he discovered her already wet intimacy. Slowly, he caressed and explored every nook and cranny, responding to her moans:
—Oh... oh... Asher...
A finger slipped inside her, moving in and out rhythmically, following her silent desires. Miria arched her back, panting, almost begging:
— Oh… yes… continue…
Asher sped up, listening to every breath and tremor of her body. His cry rose, powerful and sudden:
— Aaaah… I… I'm going to…
Stunned by orgasm, she burst into a moan of pleasure, her muscles contracting under his fingers and lips. Asher, satisfied, kissed her gently, his breath still warm against her skin.
— See you at home... he whispered before disappearing, leaving Miria lying there, breathing short, heart beating, trying to regain her senses.