bacchusnovels Chapter 297 Senior, isn't this too fast?
Chapter 297 Senior, isn't this too fast?
Chapter 297 Senior, Isn't This Too Fast? (Part 2)
Tonks looked up at Sean, her blush deepening, her heart filled with sweetness and a touch of unease. The word "help" echoed softly in her mind, making her think that Sean's so-called "help" always carried a different meaning.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scenes from several "counseling" sessions.
Every time Sean offered to help her, things always took an unexpected turn.
Those subtle touches, ambiguous glances, and the close proximity—these memories made her heart race, and the heat on her face almost spread to her neck.
It's extremely difficult to say.
"Senior, how...how are you going to 'help' me?" Tonks' voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, filled with uncertainty and shyness.
Although she tried her best to hide her emotions, a subtle mix of anticipation and shyness still showed on her face.
She knew she wanted much more than just ordinary help—an indescribable intimacy that both captivated and unsettled her.
Sean noticed her hesitation, and his eyes held a hint of mockery.
He took a step forward, leaned close to Tonks' ear, and his deep voice almost made her heart skip a beat.
"You know, my way of helping is always very special."
Tonks' cheeks flushed even more, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes, avoiding Sean's meaningful gaze.
But deep down, she couldn't deny that she had long harbored some expectation for Sean's "special help."
So... she nodded slightly, though the gesture was barely perceptible, but it was a response she had given with all her might.
The tension and anticipation in her heart were intertwined, as if some forbidden emotion had found an outlet at this moment.
Sean keenly noticed this subtle change, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't rush into any action, but skillfully maintained a subtle distance between ambiguity and intimacy, intending to provoke Tonks into a more proactive response and for her to clearly express her feelings.
So Sean chose to remain silent, only gently tracing the back of Tonks' hand with his fingertips, while keeping his gaze fixed on her with his own light, without shifting his gaze.
Only when Tonks' body trembled slightly from the silent tension did Sean slowly ask, "Are you—really sure?"
Tonks bit her lower lip, the surging emotions in her heart making it almost impossible for her to utter a complete sentence.
She took a deep breath, finally looked up, her eyes filled with uncertainty and a secret longing, and replied in a voice barely audible, "Yes."
"Very good." Sean clapped his hands and laughed. "In that case, let me demonstrate for you how to do it in class tomorrow."
After saying that, Sean slowly approached Tonks' body.
"Stand up straight, relax your shoulders, but not too much," Sean said gently, standing behind Tonks and placing his hands lightly on her shoulders to correct her posture.
Tonks' heart raced a little. Although it was just a routine instruction, she could feel the warmth from Sean's fingertips, and the subtle touch momentarily distracted her.
She tried to focus, but Sean was so close, his breath almost in her ear, that she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Relax, don't be so stiff," Sean said softly, his voice gentle yet encouraging. His hand slid across her shoulder, gently straightening her posture. "A professor needs proper standing and sitting posture to project confidence and authority in front of students."
Tonks bit her lip, trying to stay calm, but Sean's approach made her feel a little embarrassed.
Sean walked around to her and gestured for her to sit down. "Now let's look at your posture. When you sit, your back should be straight and your feet should be flat on the ground." As he spoke, he gently pressed on her side, indicating that she should adjust her posture.
Tonks obediently sat down, but as Sean moved closer to correct her posture, his fingers lightly touched her waist, and that slight contact instantly ignited her senses.
Tonks felt a warm current surge through her heart, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily.
"Don't be so tense, relax." Sean's tone was gentle, and he didn't notice Tonks's strange behavior at all, continuing to focus on helping her adjust her posture.
However, a tender feeling gradually rose within Tonks. She felt Sean's hand linger briefly on her back, and for a moment, she almost mistook it for an intimate touch rather than simple instruction.
She took a deep breath and tried her best to remain calm, but her body's reaction betrayed her.
When Sean casually moved closer to her and adjusted the position of her arm, their fingers briefly touched.
At that moment, Tonks's inner turmoil became even more pronounced.
She hurriedly looked away, not wanting Sean to notice the turmoil in her heart, but every touch and every whisper only made her more uneasy.
"Are you shaking?" Sean's voice held a hint of concern, noticing her subtle reaction.
"N-nothing," Tonks hurriedly replied, an unnatural smile spreading across her face. She tried to hide her embarrassment and excitement, but at that moment she could no longer fully control herself.
Sean didn't think much of it and continued to focus on correcting her posture. However, an undeniable ambiguity had already begun to grow in the air, and the distance between the two continued to shrink. Slight misunderstandings and undercurrents of affection quietly rose. With each physical contact between them, Tonks finally couldn't help but feel flustered and unconsciously took a slight step back. But this step back accidentally bumped into the table behind her, making a soft sound.
The two exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere instantly became subtle and tense. Tonks lowered his head, unsure how to explain what had just happened.
Sean realized something too, a knowing smile flashing across his face. He said softly, "It seems..."
The pace of today's "coaching" needs to be sped up.
Tonks blushed and nodded slightly, "Maybe—a little."
Before Tonks could finish speaking, Sean's fingers lightly touched the belt around Tonks' waist, and the soft fabric became slightly taut under Sean's touch.
"Ah!" Tonks exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Sean's wrist to try and stop him from doing anything further.
"Wait a minute, senior! Isn't this going too fast...?"
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"No, that won't happen." Sean gently shook his head, reassuring Tonks with his eyes. "Only by being completely naked, without the constraints of clothing, can you better adjust your posture."
After saying that, Sean's hands began to slowly but firmly unbutton Tonks' shirt, and as the shirt gradually opened, Tonks' fair skin was exposed little by little.
Sean's gaze became somewhat intense as he admired the suggestive scene before him, while simultaneously feeling the heat rising within his body.
"Mmm... Senior..." Tonks let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became rapid.
Upon hearing Tonks's voice, Sean's heart began to race.
He didn't say anything more, but instead kissed Tonks' slightly parted red lips, while speeding up the process of unbuttoning her shirt.
"Hmm...Senior..." Tonks leaned softly against Sean, letting him open himself up completely.
Moments later, Tonks was stripped naked and collapsed onto the sofa next to him.
"Today's second phase of counseling is about staying calm no matter what happens."
"You can also call this tutoring method 'one-in-one tutoring'."
The next morning, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast, they immediately spotted Draco.
Malfoy was enthusiastically telling a particularly funny story to a large group of Slytherin classmates.
As they passed by, Malfoy deliberately exaggeratedly pretended to faint suddenly, which drew laughter from those around him.
"Ignore him," Hermione said softly as she walked behind Harry. "He's not worth arguing with."
"Hey, Potter!" Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl, suddenly shrieked, her voice as shrill as a poodle's. "Potter! The Dementors are coming! Potter! Howl howl!"
Harry plopped down at the Gryffindor table, right next to George Weasley, ignoring Pansy's clamor about the "new third-year timetable." George handed him a parchment and casually asked, "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Malfoy," Ron said, slumping down next to George and glaring angrily at the other end of the Slytherin table.
George looked up and saw Malfoy pretending to faint from fright again, putting on a very convincing performance.
"That little glutton," George said calmly, "wasn't he this cocky when the Dementors got on the train last night. He just ducked into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"He almost wet his pants." Fred sneered, glancing in Malfoy's direction with a contemptuous expression.
"Actually, I'm not too happy either," George continued. "Those Dementors are really terrifying."
"It could practically freeze your insides," Fred added.
Harry was silent for a moment, then said softly, "But you didn't pass out, did you?"
"Don't think about it, Harry." George patted Harry on the shoulder, his tone encouraging. "Dad went to Azkaban once and said he'd never seen anything so terrifying. He came back completely exhausted and trembling. Dementors can suck away all joy, and most people end up going insane."
"Alright, just wait and see how happy Malfoy is after the first Quidditch match," Fred said cheerfully. "Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, the first match of the season. Remember?"
Harry recalled their last match against Malfoy in Quidditch, a game Malfoy had played terribly. This memory instantly lifted Harry's spirits. He picked up his fork and ate some sausages and roasted tomatoes.
Hermione was intently studying her new timetable.
"Great! We're going to start some new classes today!" she said happily.
Ron leaned over her shoulder, looked at her schedule, and frowned. "Hermione, they've messed up your schedule. Look at you, ten classes a day, where are you going to find the time?"
"I'll figure it out. I've already spoken with Professor McGonagall," Hermione replied calmly.
Ron looked closely at the timetable and suddenly burst out laughing: "Look, three classes are all at nine o'clock this morning. There's get out of class 10, Muggle Studies, and Arithmetic. Even if you're smart, you can't possibly be in three classrooms at the same time."
"Don't talk nonsense," Hermione said curtly. "Of course I wouldn't be in three classrooms at the same time."
"Then you one by one"
"Pass me the marmalade," Hermione interrupted him.
"But—"
"Come on, Ron, what does it matter to you how full my schedule is?" Hermione said impatiently. "I told you, I've already discussed it with Professor McGonagall."
Just then, Hagrid strode into the auditorium.
He was wearing that long rat-skin coat, and absentmindedly swung a dead ferret in his hand.
"How was it?" He stopped in front of them, speaking with great enthusiasm. "You're here for my first lesson! It starts after lunch today! I got up at five this morning, and everything is ready. I hope everything goes smoothly—I'm finally a teacher!"
He gave them a big smile and continued walking toward the teachers' table, still waving the dead chicken weasel in his hand, looking as excited as a child.
Hagrid sat down next to Sean with great interest and began to enjoy his breakfast.
However, he showed no intention of settling down to eat; instead, he excitedly looked around while eating.
I don't even know what they're looking at.
He quickly set his sights on Tonks.
Tonks is usually lively and cheerful, always joking around, but today he seemed unusually quiet and somewhat absent-minded.
Hagrid frowned, stealing glances at her a few times, but couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange.
He rubbed his hands together, finally unable to resist asking Sean in a low voice, "Phillips, is Professor Tonks acting a little strange today? She doesn't seem as happy as usual."
When Sean heard Hagrid's question, he looked up at Tonks and smiled slightly.
He naturally knew why Tonks was in this state.
"Don't worry, Hagrid," Sean replied softly, his tone relaxed and reassuring. "Professor Tonks is teaching her first class today, she's probably a little nervous. Actually, her class is similar to yours, it's the first time she's formally facing students, right?"
Upon hearing this, Hagrid instantly realized what was happening, and the tension on his face eased.
He patted Tonks on the shoulder with his large hand, so forcefully that Tonks leaned forward slightly, startled.
"Oh, I see!" Hagrid grinned, his voice a few decibels louder. "It's alright, Tonks! You'll definitely do great! The first class is always a little nerve-wracking. I got up at five this morning to prepare, afraid of messing it up! You see, everyone feels that way, don't worry too much!"
Tonks blushed even more at Hagrid's sudden enthusiasm, but she smiled and nodded slightly. "Thank you, Hagrid. I—I wasn't actually that nervous, I was just—thinking about how to teach the class well."
Sean watched their interaction with a smile and gave Tonks a thumbs up. "Tonks, you'll adapt quickly. After all, you handled that level of training with ease, so teaching is nothing for you."
However, upon hearing the word "training," Tonks' face immediately flushed red. She quickly lowered her head, seemingly unable to look Sean in the eye, and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, appearing somewhat uneasy.
Seeing this, Hagrid frowned in confusion and asked curiously, "What kind of training?"
Sean casually replied, "Auror training."
However, this simple answer made Tonks' cheeks turn even redder.
Hagrid clearly didn't notice Tonks's change, simply nodding and saying, "Auror training, huh?"
That doesn't sound easy. No wonder you seem so capable, Tonks.
Tonks pursed his lips, suppressing his nervousness, and replied with a smile, "Yes, Auror training is indeed quite tough, but teaching—that's another matter entirely."
She tried to make her voice sound more relaxed, but she could feel Sean's gaze still fixed on her, with a hint of amusement in it.
"You'll be fine," Sean whispered.
Although Hagrid couldn't grasp the deeper meaning, Tonks sensed a much deeper significance.
Their eyes met briefly, and although no further words were exchanged, that instant of interaction was enough to convey a great deal.
Hagrid continued discussing his course preparations with great enthusiasm, seemingly unaware of the subtle emotional tension between Sean and Tonks.
And so breakfast ended in this strange atmosphere.
Sean and Tonks left the auditorium at almost the same time, and they were about to have their first class of the semester.
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