Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 66 | The Unbending Reed Finally Breaks

I rewarded her honesty by sliding a finger inside her, feeling her body clench around the intrusion. Her Essentia spiked, rushing into me with an intensity that made my vision blur at the edges. In return, my energy flowed back into her, creating a current between us that grew stronger with each passing second.

Cheon’s composure had completely abandoned her. Her perfect ponytail had come loose, strands of light blue hair falling around her face. Her lips parted on silent gasps as I worked my finger in and out, adding a second when her body adjusted to the first. Her hips moved in small, unconscious circles, seeking more pressure, more friction.

I kissed her again, swallowing her moans as they grew louder. My free hand found her breast, squeezing gently before moving to unbutton her uniform jacket. Layer by layer, I exposed her—the jacket, the white shirt beneath, until I reached the simple black bra that matched her practical panties.

"We’re at school," she protested weakly, even as she arched into my touch.

"You didn’t seem concerned about that in the storage room."

"That was different."

"How?" I curled my fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her gasp.

"I wasn’t... thinking clearly."

"And you are now?" I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling slowly.

Her answer was a moan that would have been audible from the hallway if anyone had been passing by. I covered her mouth with mine, silencing her as I increased the pace of my fingers.

The drain between us had become a torrent, her Essentia flowing into me so quickly I could barely process it. Images flashed through my mind—fragments of her thoughts, her memories. Cheon sitting alone in her room at night, reading the academy handbook for the third time. Cheon watching from across the courtyard as couples laughed together. Cheon staring at her reflection, wondering why no one ever looked at her the way they looked at Aurora or Mera.

And beneath it all, a need so intense it bordered on desperation—a need to be seen. To be touched. To be chosen.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers as I continued the movement of my fingers. "Look at me," I commanded softly.

Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, focused on mine.

"I see you, Cheon. All of you."

Something in her expression cracked open at my words. Her body tensed, her back arching away from the wall as pleasure crashed through her. I felt the moment her orgasm hit—felt it not just in the clench of her body around my fingers but in the surge of her Essentia, the raw, unfiltered energy that poured into me as she came undone.

And then, just as Mera had described, the return transfer hit her full force. My own energy rushed back into her body, amplified and transformed by the connection between us. Cheon’s eyes widened, her lips parting on a silent scream as the sensation overwhelmed her completely.

For several seconds, she remained frozen in that moment of perfect pleasure, her body suspended in a state of complete release. Then, slowly, she came back to herself, slumping against the wall as aftershocks rippled through her.

I withdrew my fingers gently, watching her face as she processed what had just happened. The flush on her cheeks had spread down her neck and across her exposed chest. Her breathing came in short, uneven gasps, her body trembling slightly with the effort of remaining upright.

"Now," I said, my voice low. "Tell me again that what you felt was artificial."

Cheon shook her head, unable to form words just yet. Her hands moved to her uniform, straightening it with shaky fingers, trying to reassemble her perfect appearance even as her body still thrummed with the aftereffects of what we’d done.

I stepped back, giving her space to collect herself. The drain between us had closed, but I could feel her Essentia now integrated with mine—a bright, electric current running alongside the warm, cinnamon-flavored signature I’d taken from Mera. Two distinct energies, layered beneath my own.

Cheon had managed to button her shirt and jacket, though her hair remained loose around her shoulders, giving her a softer appearance than her usual severe ponytail.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded, but the gesture came delayed, like her nervous system was still processing what had just occurred in this storage room.

"It wasn’t terrible, was it? Admitting what you wanted?"

Her eyes lifted to mine. The calculations were returning, reordering themselves behind that sharp gaze. "It was enlightening," she said, her voice finding its usual precision even as her body continued to contradict her composure.

"Only you would describe what just happened as ’enlightening,’" I said. "Class Representative to the end."

A small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, genuine enough that I actually believed it. "What would you call it?"

"A good start."

Her eyes widened slightly. "A start?"

"We still have..." I checked my watch. "Twelve minutes left of our meeting. Plenty of time for me to demonstrate exactly what a completed circuit feels like."

"I thought that was what just happened."

"No. That was the preliminary transfer. The real connection requires..." I stepped closer, my hand finding her waist. "More intensive contact."

Cheon’s breath caught. "Here? Now?"

"Unless you’d prefer to wait until tonight. My place. Eight o’clock." I traced my finger along her jawline.

She hesitated, clearly weighing her options. The proper, rule-following part of her warring with the part that had just discovered what it felt like to let go completely.

"I’ll text you the address," I said, stepping back and straightening my uniform. "Wear something nice. But easy to remove."

Cheon opened her mouth, closed it, then simply nodded.

I moved to the door, unlocking it before turning back to her.

"One more thing, Cheon."

"Yes?"

"When you come tonight, leave the Class Representative at home. I want Hae-Won."

For a moment, she looked confused. Then understanding dawned in her eyes, followed by something softer, almost vulnerable.

"I’ll try."

"Good." I smiled. "See you at eight."