"D-Damien…?" she muttered in surprise, her cheeks immediately turning a crimson shade.

"I thought your break… still remained a day?" she asked, subconsciously moving her gaze away from her.

Her eyes drifted towards a certain knife with smooth handle hanging a few meters away, and she softly hit her lips, bowing her head in embarrassment.

She pretended to focus on the meat she was chopping before, but her eyes kept shifting back to him.

'Is it just me eyes… or does he look a lot more handsome than before…?' she thought, feeling her heart skip a beat at the mere glance of Damien's face.

"And aren't you… supposed to be at the academy?" she asked, suddenly remembering that Damien was recently admitted.

Normally, those who managed to get into the academy preferred to stay in the academy dorms, and would only return during the year breaks.

"I chose not to stay in the dorms." Damien said.

"W-why…?" Sophie muttered, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Damien then flashed a teasing smirk at her, before continuing: "Well… I missed you, why else would I resume so early?"

Sophie's felt her heart skip a beat at his smirk alone, and the words he said to made her blush.

"That's… a lie." she replied meekly, turning her gaze back to the meat on the table.

Damien's eyes followed hers, landing on the meat also.

He easily noticed something about the pattern she was cutting the meat in, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Were you trying to do it… like me?" he asked.

Sophie bit her lips at his question, feeling like the ground should just open up and swallow her.

She had indeed been trying to cut them like Damien, following his movements exactly as she remembered.

However, she failed, and all she managed to do was a sloppy work, perhaps even worse than hers.

Ever since she sold the batch of meat chopped by Damien, her customers had fallen in love with it.

They claimed it was a lot neater and cleaner than the others sold in the village, making it seem like it was brought in from the city also.

They also claimed the meat felt more tender in the mouth, and tasted really addicting.

Some even believed Sophie had already started dealing with high-ranking adventurers, who provided her with such high-quality meat.

Unbeknownst to them, it was the same piece of meat gotten from E-rank monsters at most, except the person who cut it made all the difference.

Ever since she let Damien go on the one week break, people had been demanding endless for the 'high-quality' meat.

The ones she did herself no longer felt as appealing to them, so the number of those who patronized her had somewhat reduced.

"People have been… demanding them a lot. I was just trying to… replicate your method." she said, finding it hard to even maintain eye contact with Damien.

"Don't worry… I can just teach you." Damien said, nodding at her.

Sophie's expression immediately brightened up upon hearing those words, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"R-really…?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's not a bit deal. Besides, why would I watch you struggle when I can easily help?" Damien said, flashing a teasing smirk at her.

Sophie's face reddened again in embarrassment.

Damien then moved closer to her, each step taken by him making her heart somehow beat faster.

Before she knew it, he was standing behind her, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath tickling her skin.

'Keep calm… keep calm…' she kept repeating to herself, but her thoughts kept running haywire.

And then, Damien gently held her hands from behind, his mere touch sending a sharp spark down her spine.

She subconsciously relaxed into him, her chest heaving uncontrollably as her huge ass pressed against his crotch.

Unbeknownst to her, Damien's lips curled into a knowing smile, and his eyes flashed weirdly.

He could feel the soft cheeks of her ass even through the fabric, the softness making him feel like his cock could sink through them.

The rod immediately rose to full mast, pitching a tent against his pants.

Sophie gasped, feeling a weird, rock hard organ poke her from behind.

"Pick up the knife."

She was about to ask when Damien's voice came from behind, the sound gentle, almost like music to her ears.

She picked up the knife as he instructed, trying her best to clear her mind of the weird thoughts going through them.

'He's only teaching you… keep calm… keep calm…' she thought.

'But what was that… it was so… hard. Could it be… his…?' another weird thought flashed across her mind as she was still trying to fight them off, and her breath grew heavier.

[Sophie's Corruption: 40%]

A tab appeared before Damien, and he chuckled inwardly.

'I only got behind her… but her corruption has already jumped to forty percent.' he thought.

He was sure a good part of that increase was because of the time they had spent apart from each other.

Ever since he used [Lust Fingers] on her, he hadn't done so again.

This made Sophie's body crave his touch desperately, and drove her countless times to masturbate while thinking about him.

The one week break she gave didn't help also, only making her miss his scent and even his presence.

All of this piled together was slowly pushing her over the edge, and with just a little more from him, she would fall completely… into the depravity he had planned for her.

'Time to kick this up… a notch…' he mumbled inwardly, his expression twisting for a moment, into a perverted one.

[Lust Fingers]

The moment he activated the skill, Sophie gasped again, this time, her voice closer to a moan than a mere gasp.

She sensually bit her lips, her body trembling slightly.

It was like a spark spread down from her hand to her folds, and they started throbbing, asking for only one thing: a huge, fat cock to drill them senseless.

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