Chapter 311: Chapter 50 - Charlotte's Punishment (1)



Charlotte's POV

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Leon had found out I'd been out with Professor Sesillian. Naturally, he knew—he had a way of finding out everything. He'd boasted about having eyes everywhere. I was fully aware he'd discover it, but I went ahead anyway. Now, I was bracing for whatever punishment awaited me for breaking our agreement. A shiver of unease ran down my spine as I wondered what kind of punishment he had in mind.

Given his nature, I suspected it would be something particularly embarrassing.

My footsteps resonated sharply down the corridor of the fourth-year building, each step echoing off the walls. This was where the student council's office was located. I couldn't figure out why Leon had summoned me here. Was he somehow tied to the student council? Considering he owned the Leonamon, it wasn't far-fetched to think he might have connections with them as well.

What scared me the most was that... knowing the sheer extent of power and connections that man possessed. It was terrifying to think about just how deep his influence ran.

After what felt like an eternity of tense, echoing footsteps, I finally reached the student council's office. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked on the door.

"Come in," a smooth, authoritative voice called from within.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness as I opened the door and stepped inside.

The room was grand, and there she was—the President of the council herself, seated regally behind a large, imposing desk that faced the door. Her long blonde hair was intricately braided and cascaded elegantly down her back. Her smile was warm and inviting, radiating an effortless charm. Every movement she made was imbued with a graceful, almost mesmerizing elegance.

There was another figure seated at the far side of the table, leisurely sipping tea.

He had black hair that contrasted sharply with his intense red eyes—eyes that had pierced into me during our sessions. I was uneasy... afraid that the intensity of what we shared might linger even after our contract had ended.

"Hello, Charlotte," Leon said smoothly, his voice carrying an almost casual tone. "You're quite early."

"I—I decided to come early since I had nothing else planned. So, what exactly do you want from me?" I asked.

"You don't need to be so nervous," he said. "Come over, sit down, and have some tea while you're at it."

I decided to go along with it and slid into the seat across from him. As I took my place, Leon continued to sip his tea with a relaxed demeanor, while the President watched him with a warm, almost intimate smile.

To ensure it doesn't happen again, I'll need to train you."

"T-Train me?"

The word "train" coming from his mouth was chilling. What did he mean by training me?

"Today, I'll watch you have sex," the President declared.

A shiver raced down my spine, my back feeling icy.

"W-What do you mean, watch?!" I blurted out, my voice cracking with fear. "L-Leon, you can't be serious! You can't do this to me!"

"What? You've had Amy's tongue on you before, so what's the big deal if Artemis watches?"

"B-But...!"

This was a completely different matter. That woman was someone I barely knew, and I didn't remember much of that time because I was too lost in the pleasure. The idea of being watched by someone I was so familiar with was far more unsettling.

"If you don't go through with it, I'll publish a paper across the entire academy with you naked in front of Professor Sesillian," Artemis declared.

My eyes burned with fury as I glared at Leon. Without thinking, I surged forward, grabbing him by the collar, my rage almost palpable. "You told her?!" I seethed, my voice crackling with anger.

Leon remained impassive, his gaze steady. "Artemis is one of my women. Of course, she'd know."

So that's why they were so close—she was one of Leon's women. The realization hit hard.

I released my grip on his collar, sinking back into my chair with a defeated slump. My head drooped, and I clutched my skirt with both hands, my fingers curling into tight fists, knuckles turning stark white from the pressure.

"This is your punishment," Leon said. "So accept it."

I had no choice but to acquiesce.