It was a long day at work but I was finally home.

Kathleen kept on complaining to me about some of her colleagues from her department and how some of the girls in her class 'lost their morals and virtues' and that she was glad that Luna hadn't lost it so.

This made me take pity on her.

She didn't deserve this sort of strictness to say the least.

She was so young and so naive. A girl of  her age should be thriving and having fun.

I would have said something about the way Kathleen treated Luna but then again, I was afraid that Kathleen would kick me out.

It was finally dinner time.

I make my way over to the table and unlike other days, a chair was empty.

Luna's chair.

"The food looks really good, Kathleen. It's amazing!"

I say, taking my place and looking discretely at the plate of food.

"Well yes, I was feeling quite inspired today so I thought of making my favourite dishes!"

She squeals, excitedly.

I chuckle nervously and start having the food.

It was good, to be honest.

"Um.. where's Luna? Isn't she hungry?"

I ask Kathleen, pointing at her chair as if it struck me only then.

"She is preparing for a test tomorrow. She is fine."

"What about her dinner?"

"She already had it in her room alright? She isn't hungry anymore."

She answers coldly and continues swallowing her meal.

Awkward.

The rest of the dinner was quiet and I found myself finishing my dinner sooner than I usually do.

"Ah, I am so tired.", I say, fake yawning. "I guess I'll go to bed now."

I kiss Kathleen our routinely Goodnight kiss on the cheek and head upstairs, when on the way I pass through Luna's room.

The young girl was making me so contemptuous towards her.

Kathleen treated her so coldly and the way she spoke of Luna in the dinner table made my blood boil for some reason.

I believe Luna doesn't even know what it's like to be with a boy for her mother had never allowed her to talk to one.

Well, I was going to change all of that.

I gently knock on the door and I hear some shuffling noise from inside.

"Come in."

I slowly creak open the door and give Luna a smile, who gasps in surprise and turns cherry red on seeing me.

She was sitting on her bed, wearing a matching beige night suit and had her hair in two short braids.

Even though her top hung loosely over her slightly above average curves, I could clearly see the outlines of her brassiere, perfectly cupping her C-cup breasts.

"Hey Luna, it's me."

I say awkwardly, unwantingly tearing my eyes from her chest.

"Oh h-hi Mr. McCartney... how may I help you?"

She stammers cutely, closing her book.

"Well nothing really. How you doing?"

I ask her.

"Quite good actually... did- did you want something from me?"

"Oh no.", I wave my hand at her and make my way over to her.

She crosses her stretched out legs to make room for me and rests her book on top of her lap.

"Your mother was telling me how stressed out you were for your test tomorrow. Is that true?"

"She knows you are here.. in my.. room.. with me?"

She asks, looking slightly concerned.

"Yes well.. is it an issue?"

"Well no. It's just.. mother doesn't think it's a good idea for me to be with a man all by myself in a room... she says, it's... against my values.."

She stammers in a meek voice, avoiding eye contact.

What sort of rubbish has Kathleen been teaching her own daughter?

"Well anyways don't worry. She knows I am here and she didn't seem to mind when I told her I'd check up on ya so you are good, okay?"

I smile at her, following her eyes as she slowly looks up at me and for a second, her mouth curves into a small smile.

Wow, this girl was so cute.

"So what test do you have tomorrow?"

I ask, trying to steal a peek at the contents of her book.

"Um.. it's a biology test."

"Biology. Good. Which topic?"

Her cheeks erupts in a deep beet red color and her lips quiver as she says, softly, "The male and the female reproductive systems."

I nearly choke on my own spit and feel my own cheeks burn with heat when she opens the page she has been reading.

On the left side of the page was a descriptive diagram of a vagina and on the right most corner was the diagram of the penis.

"So... how is it going so far?"

I ask, maintaining my composure.

"Well they did teach us quite elaborately in school so yes... I think I'll be fine.."

She murmurs under her breath, her eyes glued on the diagramatical representation of the male phallus and licks her lips nervously.

Jesus christ.

"Well I am super glad. I am sure you will nail the test.."

I clear my throat.

"I hope so too, Mr. McCartney.."

She hums lowly and I feel another rush of heat shoot straight to my groin.

Everytime I hear her address me with my surname, I feel my insides somersaulting.

She just says it to so prettily, it does me things from the inside.

I get up from her bed and proceed to walk out of the door.

"Anyways, best of luck for your test tomorrow and it was nice talking to you Luna. Good night."

"Goodnight to you too Mr. McCartney.."

I hear her say as I notice my raging boner pushing painfully at the buttons on my slacks, while I close the door behind me.

Okay, she needs to stop calling me Mr. McCartney.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

*a/n

Me: *dives myself in cringe swimming pool*

Peace and love!!
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