Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 65 | Your Body’s Answer

I walked to the door, turning the lock with a decisive click that echoed through the empty classroom.

The sound made Cheon flinch. Her eyes followed me as I turned, watching me like prey tracks a predator. The comparison should have bothered me. It didn’t.

"You’re sure about this?" I asked, moving toward her with unhurried steps.

She nodded, a single sharp movement. Her back pressed against the wall as if seeking support. The perfect Class Representative looked anything but perfect right now—her breathing shallow, her usual composure cracking around the edges.

"Use your words, Cheon."

"Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible. "I’m sure."

I stopped directly in front of her, close enough that I could smell her lavender perfume. Close enough to see the rapid pulse jumping in her throat.

"You look like you’re about to face a firing squad," I said, smiling slightly. "Relax. This isn’t a punishment."

"Then what is it?"

"An experiment. A test of your hypothesis."

Her brow furrowed. "What hypothesis?"

"That what you felt was artificial. That I manipulated your body’s responses." I reached out, tilting her chin up with my index finger. "Stand up straight."

She swallowed visibly, her throat working beneath pale skin. Then she pushed herself away from the wall, standing at her full height, which still left the top of her head below my chin.

I traced my thumb across her cheekbone, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Breathe, Cheon. You look like you might pass out."

"I’m not going to—"

I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, cutting off her protest. Her body went rigid for a heartbeat, then two. On the third, she melted.

My hands found her waist, sliding around to the small of her back and then lower, cupping the softness of her ass through her uniform skirt. The contact sent a spike of electricity through my palms. Her Essentia truly did feel different—sharper, brighter somehow, like touching a live wire.

Cheon made a small, desperate sound against my mouth. Her hands clutched at my uniform jacket, fingers digging into the fabric as if she might fall without the support.

I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers. The drain opened between us, her Essentia flowing into me in warm, crackling waves. This was nothing like the storage room—this was pure, unfiltered connection. No hesitation, no part of her mind planning escape routes. Just Cheon, fully present, letting herself want what she wanted.

I squeezed her ass, lifting her slightly to press our bodies closer together. The action drew a moan from her throat that vibrated against my lips.

"See?" I murmured against her mouth. "Not artificial."

"Shut up," she gasped, surprising me. Her hands moved to my hair, fingers threading through the strands to pull me back down to her. "Don’t stop."

I laughed against her lips before kissing her again, harder this time. My hands moved from her ass, sliding up her sides until they reached her breasts. Even through the layers of her uniform, I could feel the fullness of them, the perfect weight filling my palms. She arched into the touch, pressing herself more firmly against my hands.

The drain between us pulsed in time with her heartbeat, growing stronger with each passing second. Her Essentia tasted like lightning—sharp, bright, electric on my tongue. But now, something new was happening. My own energy began flowing back into her, completing the circuit that had broken in the storage room when she ran.

Cheon gasped, breaking the kiss as the return transfer hit her. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock as my Essentia poured into her body.

"What—" She couldn’t finish, her voice breaking on a moan as the sensation overwhelmed her.

"That’s what you missed last time," I said, watching her face as she processed the new feeling. "The return."

Her pupils had blown wide, nearly swallowing the grey of her irises. Her mouth hung slightly open, lips swollen from our kisses, her breathing ragged and uneven.

"It feels..."

"Good?"

She nodded, seemingly beyond words.

I caught her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down gently before releasing it. Her whole body shuddered in response. My hands found her breasts again, kneading them through her uniform, feeling her nipples harden beneath the fabric.

"Rome," she breathed, my name sounding like both a plea and a prayer on her lips.

The drain between us widened, the circuit strengthening as her mental barriers fell completely. Her Essentia flooded into me, and mine into her, creating a feedback loop of sensation that had us both gasping. I could feel the exact moment when her defenses shattered—when Class Representative Cheon Hae-Won stopped fighting what her body had known from the beginning.

She wanted this. Wanted me.

Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants to slip underneath, touching bare skin. The contact sent another jolt through both of us, the drain intensifying with skin-to-skin connection.

"Tell me what you want," I said, my voice rougher than I expected.

"I want... I want to understand."

"No." I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Not what your brain wants. What your body wants."

Her face flushed darker. "I can’t say it."

"Then show me."

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, with a decisiveness that surprised me, she took my hand and moved it from her breast to the hem of her skirt. Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer.

I slid my hand up her thigh, finding the edge of her panties—plain black cotton this time, not the panda print from before.

"What?" she asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing. Just appreciating the unexpected."

Before she could question me further, I slipped my fingers beneath the cotton, finding her already wet and ready. The contact drew a sharp gasp from her lips, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.

"Is this what you wanted in the storage room?" I asked, circling my finger around her entrance without pushing inside. "For me to touch you like this?"

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Say it louder."

"Yes." Stronger this time, more certain.

"And now?" I pressed my palm against her, applying pressure where she needed it most. "What do you want now?"

"More."