Trouble Honey
Joan

Very awkward. Joan felt she didn't know what to do now and what made that feeling even more aggravating was the fact that

perhaps only he felt that way between Dean sitting next to him (who seemed like the dilapidated young man didn't understand the situation at all) and Jiyya sitting next to Dean. The girl did not say much and simply stirred the ramen sauce using chopsticks in her bowl. As if not enjoying a treat that Dean thinks is heavenly food. Jiyya hasn't even

enter the noodles with the chewy texture of the mouth. Yet once again Jiyya threw a guilty look at her, as if she had just done the most despicable thing to Joan. Butwhat?

“You know that that fucking asshole keeps forcing me to follow his stupid wishes, so I'm—”

Yeah, and Dean keeps raving about his experience with Sir Yoga. Joan certainly knew the person in question because it could be said that the man had indeed become a personal teacher of Dean and had the ambition to teach the young man to be someone greater than him.

Especially before becoming lecturers for these two children, they had known each other enough in the past. Joan herself didn't really care much about the story, but it would be better if he let Dean continue to be entrenched with his stories in order to help him get out of a situation where he was too sensitive to understand that since then Jiyya just kept throwing unusual views. A look that made Joan feel something was wrong with herself. Not like ‘what's wrong with my face?’ but more on ‘Why is a girl who incidentally is her own student continues to look at her with such motives?’

Even after Joan noticed, Jiyya kept going

trying to shoot a vision filled with a glance from his eyes filled with bright twinkle. Joan's brows furrowed, their eyes met but as quickly as lightning the girl's face turned red. Not until there Jiyya even turned her eyes quickly towards the ramen bowl again.

As a mature man, Joan clearly realized what had just happened more clearly. Joan has had a lot of teaching experience since she was in her twenties, and although her attitude is indifferent but that doesn't mean she doesn't have similar experiences with cases like this. It was obvious Jiyya was interested in him. Therehewas.

But quickly the man threw away his speculation. Why should he suspect that? Everyone in the campus already knew that Joan would never enter into the reckoning as a man Jiyya would have liked. From the rumors he heard the smart female student close to him was currently very obsessed with Bestian.

Joan's age was also one factor, Jian never thought that he would find a girl who was just in her early twenties had any interest in lust for her. To be honest Joan spends hot nights with older ones. For with the older Joan was more able to overcome their lust. But with the younger one? Of course the younger ones don't quite know much about the relationship of men and women in bed and need a little ‘training’. Yeah, and Joan's not interested in young girls, either.

Now, because of his stupid thoughts Joan even became busy himself judging about Jiyya. Joan does not avoid that she is a beautiful girl, soon she even bet she will become a charming mature woman in the next few years.

Highlight his eyes full of wisdom and calculation, coupled in an emotion that is so balanced. Joan knew more than anyone that the girl was always fighting without ever giving up. And that's the most important side

impress her.

Between her eyes, Jiyya had a sweet nose neither too big nor too small. Bangir's? Perhaps it was the closest depiction, her cheeks looked so soft and adorable, even moving to her lips looking full and seductive…

Joan knew that she had to stop thinking about Jiyya. However, she is still a student who studies under her guidance. Joan has a duty to help her achieve a future that

more scintillating. Instead of looking at him with a perverted look and looking at him from his brazen point of view like this. But the wild side of Joan whispers mischievously that she can help Jiyya in more ways

delightful.

His eyes moved on Jiyya's chest, an asset that

sometimes Joan heard the part that made the girl often regret her. Joan had to admit that yes, the chest of the girl was indeed smaller than the few female students who had ever been found teasing her. But those imperfections did not detract from Jiyya's value in Joan's eyes. Then Joan's eyes looked back, and accidentally now their eyes met again. Jiyya met red, she hid her face again.

“Jiyya?” Dean suddenly cut his story in the middle of the road then looked at the girl sitting next to him with a worried look. “What's up?”

Jiyya did not react immediately. But seeing that Joan actually liked the effect this had on the girl. Joan had no idea that this was getting interesting.

“I want to go home.” The girl turned her chair and stood up. Before Joan or Dean could say whatever the girl was gone.

Dean looked at Jiyya's departure with a very confused expression. “Sir Joan, what just happened? Did we make a mistake?”

Joan bowed her head before with the need to get up from her chair as well. “You will pay for the whole order right? purses

I missed.”

Dean now looks very confused with the two people he calls for their small reunion. “But what about your part? You want to just leave without eating it first?” tanyanya almost caved.

“For that business I leave it to you. You can solve it even better than me, can't you, Dean?"

Silent for a moment, but then Dean smirked happily. “You can trust me about the stomach. Sir Joan.” Dean lifted his thumb and began to rush into Joan's untouched ramen bowl.

Joan then started to leave the store,

looking at the streets. Although Jiyya came out quickly, but the girl had something easy to recognize, her short shoulder-length hair and oversized hoodie that had always been her flagship outfit were the hallmarks of the girl. So Joan quickly found her presence.

With a leisurely pace the older man from Jiyya began to follow Jiyya's hasty steps. To be honest Joan herself was unsure of what steps she would take next. But at least he wanted to straighten out Jiyya's behavior that made him curious since this morning.

Just as Jiyya turned and stood at the door of her house, the girl was seen crossing her arms in front of her chest. His face was still red as in the shop. His eyes stared at the ground he was on. And that's when Joan decided to show her presence in front of the girl.

“Yo, Jiyya.”

The girl jumped nearly ten feet into the air,

eyes widening. It seemed that he was completely unaware that he had been trailed since then.

“What are you doing here Sir Joan?” jiyya.

Joan lowered her head a little. “You want me to go?”

Jiyya was confused. But Joan instead, she instead liked Jiyya's current expression. Joan had no idea what demons were possessing her right now, but clearly when she was with Jiyya like this she was inevitably tempted to play a little trick on this girl.

“I, no.. I mean..” Jiyya looks difficult.

tell me what he has in store. “Of course not Sir Joan, sorry,” he said clumsy.

Joan smiled at him. “No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong. It's just that you suddenly came out, Dean looked worried, so did I. That's why I decided to follow you. We're worried that something is wrong.”

Joan gave a small laugh in response to Jiyya's words.

“Is that? Then I am the one who is worried now.”

Jiyya Kontan instantly flinched a little, her cheeks once again blushing in an adorable way. Again the girl looked at Joan. Jiyya was really very unskilled at hiding her feelings that was the conclusion Joan got from Jiyya. Joan looked at Jiyya without even showing her how happy she was when she saw her student cheeks flushed in such embarrassment.

“What exactly made you run away like that? Are you sick?”

Jiyya shook her head a few times.

“You sure?” Joan moved closer and pressed her hand against Jiyya's forehead.

The moment the hand touched her, Jiyya's body turned stiff. His hands were clenched, with his eyes straight round looking straight at Joan. But Joan wanted to do more, she liked Jiyya's current situation. Joan knew that she was really too perverted with the contents of her brain.

“Hm...” Unbeknownst to the girl, Joan smiled cunningly behind the black mask she was wearing. “Actually I think the temperature

your body's a little hot. And look—” He pulled his hand from the forehead Jiyya pointed right at the cheek of the girl. “—your cheek is also flushed,”.

It was clear that Jiyya was now too resigned to be able to cover up what was really happening to her. Joan whistled softly.

“Maybe you should just rest and sleep. If you're not feeling well, you can refuse Dean's invitation right from the start. Tomorrow you have no class, right?”

Jiyya shook her head, she was still unable to speak. The cold wind that suddenly passed through the two of them instead kept the girl shivering.

“Mung—ehm..” Jiyya's voice sounded a bit hoarse she cleared her throat and tried again to string together the words she wanted to convey with

more normal. “Maybe you're right Sir Joan, I will. This must be because I didn't sleep properly last night.”

“Ah so yes?” Joan nodded her head understanding. “I am also the same.”

Jiyya suddenly blushed and Joan even more

grinning to realize that maybe this student imagines naughty things

his head.

“I... uh.. I have a fever Sir!” Jiyya suddenly

screeched. “That's why I can't sleep! not because of anything else. Umm... goodbye Sir Joan, I go home first!” the girl muttered her words quickly and left Joan while entering her house with a bit of brutality.

“Beautiful dreams Jiyya.” Joan is out there.

Jiyya could only slump behind the door when she

he escaped from Sir Joan. His back rests completely on the door

it's been sealed shut. What the hell happened to him? Silvana really did affect him. Now everything that Sir Joan said was interpreted as naughty by him.

The girl patted her own eel, groaning before she finally pulled her own face in a fit of anxiety. He felt that he had

not sane because thinking about his young lecturer in a way is not natural anymore.

From his gestures it seemed that Sir Joan already knew that he had looked at her. But does he also know that Jiyya too

thought about? Why should Jiyya keep thinking about the man who is older than her while her heart is still tethered to first love as well as the person who will not

has he ever let go of his love?

It's all because of Silvana! Aye! Because of his crazy friends now Jiyya can no longer be a student who can face Sir Joan in a normal way. Jiyya curses her stupid best friend as well as her silly idea.

After being content to curse Silvana, the conservative girl then finally decided to move and lay down herself on top

the bed. It wasn't because he was tired or sick, but he needed something else.

Yes, Jiyya may indeed be a virgin. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to please himself.

“What the hell?” Jiyya touched the side of her head and stood up from there. “What did I just do? Good Lord! My God!” Jiya walked back and forth in the room, her face so horrendous when she looked at the mirror in her room.

What he just did was illegal. He cannot imagine mischievously about someone he sees every day. Especially he is a figure of the faculty on campus!

“Silvana shit!”

“Argh! Bego... bego... I'm so stupid!” Jiyya

throw his body back to bed.

What would Sir Joan think and do if Jiyya was caught doing this dirty thing by imagining herself?

Ah, she needs cold water. He needed freshness to cover up all the sins he had just committed. He has to take a shower to maintain his sanity and then he will behead Silvana after.