SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens Chapter 41: Apologising To The Cold Teacher

"Adonis, dude, you were aweso out there," said a chubby young man while Adonis took the seat beside him.

"You think so? I feel she will kill ."

"Haha, true. That’s our Ice Goddess for you." The chubby boy slapped Adonis’ back in the heat of the mont.

Feeling it a little improper, Adonis felt slightly awkward.

The boy extended his chubby hand.

"Anyway, my na is Lark, level 6. I wish we get along, Adonis," he said genuinely.

Adonis, feeling relaxed, accepted it. "Likewise."

Soon, the first lesson ended.

Teacher Isabella headed out of the classroom.

Adonis smiled mischievously, then also rose from his own seat.

"Where are you going, Adonis?" Lark asked curiously.

"To the bathroom," Adonis lied and left.

Other students noticed him, but they only shrugged it off.

Adonis slipped out of the classroom with the casual stride of soone who belonged everywhere he went.

The hallway of the Nova Wing was quieter now, most students still lingering in their seats or chatting in small groups.

Isabella’s heels echoed ahead of him, retreating toward the faculty corridor.

Her walking posture was really elegant, and queen like.

While following her, Adonis enjoyed the view of her back while her long hair swayed with the movent.

She was too gorgeous, too hot.

Just them, Vexa’s voice chid softly in his mind:

Adonis chuckled under his breath. "That’s the fun part Vexa."

He rounded the corner just in ti to see Isabella disappear through a heavy oak door marked as "Madam: Isabella Frostbite."

The door closed behind her.

Adonis stopped and glanced left and right to make sure the hallway was empty. Finding no one, he placed his palm flat against the wood.

The door wasn’t locked.

So, he easily pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The private lounge was small but elegant.

Books were arranged in polished mahogany shelves in all four walls, showing how much she held interest for study.

In the middle of the room, stood a wooden frad leather chair and a wide table.

The table was also filled with various papers and notebooks.

There was also a low fireplace crackling with blue-white flas that gave off no heat.

Isabella stood at the far end, facing her back to him, pouring herself a cup of steaming tea from a silver kettle.

She hadn’t turned around yet, but she already knew exactly who had entered.

"You have exactly ten seconds to explain why you followed here, Kingsbane," she said without turning back.

Her voice was like ice over steel.

"After that, I will personally escort you to the disciplinary office. And trust , they are far less patient than I am."

Adonis didn’t close the door behind him fearing her outburst.

Instead, he leaned against it, arms crossed, smile widening.

"I wanted to apologize properly in private, Teacher."

Isabella finally turned to him. But her icy blue eyes narrowed dangerously behind her round glasses.

Also, frost began to creep along the rim of her teacup, showing her barely restrained fury.

"Apologize? Hmph. You barge into a restricted lounge after openly ogling your teacher in front of the entire class, and you think a private apology will suffice?"

Adonis smiled and took one slow step forward.

"I wasn’t ogling, teacher. I was just appreciating. There’s a difference."

She remained unmobed.

"You have exactly five seconds left."

Adonis stopped a respectful distance away.

His smile faded away into utmost honesty

"Then let make it quick. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen since I arrived here. Not just your face, or your figure, though both are flawless. It’s the way you carry yourself. Untouchable. Perfect. Like winter itself decided to walk among mortals."

Isabella’s expression still didn’t change. But the frost on her cup spread faster, crawling down toward her fingers.

"And?" she asked coldly.

"And I couldn’t help myself. I spoke without thinking. If that was rude in any way, I apologize."

He bowed his head, to make her feel how serious he was.

In all honestly, he really ca like Isbella Frostbite. Not as a teacher, but a figure to love.

Her beauty, her coldness capture his heart.

This ti, Isabella studied him for a long ti. The frost on the cup slowed, then stopped.

"You think pretty words will erase tardiness and insolence?"

"No. But maybe they’ll earn a second chance to prove I’m not just another arrogant noble brat."

Hearing this, her annoyance gave birth to sothing else. Maybe it was curiosity.

"Fine. Your apology is accepted. But for your punishent: you will sit in the very back tomorrow. You will arrive ten minutes early. You will not speak unless spoken to. And you will never again address so casually in public. Do we understand each other?"

Adonis’s let out a small victorious smile.

"Perfectly, Teacher Frostbite."

He turned to leave, then paused at the door.

"One more thing, If you ever need soone to help lt that ice, even just a little, my door is always open."

"Crack!" Isabella’s teacup froze solid in her hand with an audible crack.

"Out," she shouted dangerously.

Adonis laughed softly and slipped through the door before she could summon her Absolute Zero Sword Soul and turn him into an ice sculpture.

Back in the hallway, he exhaled a breath of relief.

He was scared, very scared. But his effort should have paid off. Even if its a little.

"It’s just a start, Vexa. Watch how your master conquer this cold goddess."

Adonis headed back toward the classroom, already plotting his next move.

However, just then, from the practical training field, a familiar figure called out to him.

"Adonis, stop!"

Adonis looked at the direction, and found out it Lucia who called.

She was not alone. Logan and Lexi were training with her too.