Who I am? What happened to me? Why I can't remember anything. All i know is i woke up didn't know how to walk, how to speak completly, it feels like I'm a new born baby but the opposite are i have a grown ups body. I'm so weak that i can't even move my muscles. I'm so weak that I can't even mutter a single word. Hera Lopez has been coma for 8 years. How can a maiden would live that is innocent in all things? How can she deal with the people that is around her? A lot of possible things might happend to her because of some people's greediness. They might took advantage of her innocence. Would be a professor named Clinton Niccolas Donovan will help and teach her how to survive from this cruel and twisted reality or be one of those people who have a cruel intention and motive?...
Chapter 1 Prologue
"Why are you still here?"
The girl's heart was immediately filled with excitement when she heard the baritone of his voice from behind her.
Even if she didn't look back, she knew the owner of that voice. Every day she hears his authoritative speech that gives a strange thrill to her. The smell of him, which was delicious to sniff, also penetrated her nose, as if it were so delicious to embrace—
"Ms. Hera Lopez! I'm asking you."
His strong words brought her back to her senses. Immediately the pain she felt returned.
But why is she nervous? She's not doing anything wrong ah. He only found her in the classroom alone because her classmate Sofia said she would wait for her here.
"S-ir -ahm-ah ..." What is that why is she stuttering?
"Hera!" Immediately, all the hairs on her body rose up because of the way her name was mentioned. She feels it implies her not to lie.
"Sir—Sofia said—i should wait her, here." The girl stammered.
And she could hardly breathe when she felt her back was already attached to his massive chest. She didn't even realize that he was behind her.
"Really? ... For fuck sake! Hera ... It's already 7:00 pm"
She could feel the restraint in his voice. But even though she was nervous, she slowly faced him.
Immediately thier eyes met. And just like before, she always admires the color of his eyes. He has a dark brown eyes that she always admire whenever she got the chance to stared at it. Perfect jaw that always clenching when he's annoyed at her classmates. He hates noise. Thats why. And now staring at his face clearly mad made her to step back.
"You've been waiting for almost 2 hours, Hera!" He half-shouted at her that made her halt back and shiver in fear.
Her knees wobbled. Her throat went dry. Chill sipped through her body. "I-I'm sorry ... sir—"
"Damn! Why are you saying sorry to me ?!" It seems that he can't believe what he said while staring at the girl.
Hera's tears could not be stopped. He's always like this. He's always making her feel like she did mistakes everyday. The girl's tears could not be stopped
"Sir ... I'm sorry .. But if I did something wrong, I hope you don't scold me. I hope you're telling me in a formal way. It's not like I'm committing a sin against you every daym" Almost the maiden answered aloud to him.
Sh secretly thanked herself for not stuttering. Then she looked up at him.. The soft expression on the young man's face made her feel guilty agai
Her fool! he's a professor, she shouldn't be answering like that.
She sighed quickly. "Sir I'm sorry- i'm sorry I-ididn't mean t-to—"
The girl's world seemed to stop and she felt like she was going to fall when she felt her professor's lips. She seemed to be just a stump as she stood and didn’t know what to do.
"At least you know how to talk back"
Hera's forehead just seemed to be pleased with this promise. She couldn't understand it, the professor should have scolded her for shouting at him.
The girl's forehead furrowed even more than what the professor did next.
"I'm sorry, baby I can't take it anymore"
She immediately sighed when the professor kissed her as if he was very thirsty. The slight parting of the maiden's lips allowed the young man to insert his hot tongue inside her mouth.
His arms were already wrapped tightly around her waist. This was the first time the girl had felt such a thing. A soft moan escaped from her mouth. Especially when the young professor slowly inserted his hands into the skirt of the girl she was wearing and trailed it to, Hera's smooth thighs.
Oh! God what is he doing? It feels like her body is on fire and not to mention the tingling sensation on her belly.
Oh god! Oh!
What is this? Is this the feeling they called
LUST?