Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 67 - 6-7 | A Honey Latte and a Cardinal Sin

Cheon stared at the empty doorway where Rome had stood just moments earlier. His scent lingered in the classroom—expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him. Her hands trembled as she smoothed down her uniform skirt, the fabric suddenly feeling too rough against her hypersensitive skin.

What had she just done?

She pressed her thighs together, the pressure sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. The memory of Rome’s fingers inside her made her stomach clench with renewed desire. This wasn’t like her at all. She was Cheon Hae-Won, Class Representative, perfect student with perfect posture and perfect grades. She didn’t do things like this.

She didn’t let boys touch her in empty classrooms.

She didn’t agree to meet them at their apartments at eight o’clock.

She certainly didn’t crave more even after they’d left.

But her body didn’t seem to care about who she was supposed to be. It only knew what it wanted. And it wanted Rome.

Badly.

Cheon crossed to the teacher’s desk and gripped its edge, needing something solid to anchor her as another wave of arousal washed through her. Her panties were still damp, her thighs still sticky with evidence of what had happened. She should be disgusted with herself. Instead, all she could think about was how it would feel to have Rome fully naked against her, inside her, completing the circuit he’d described.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered to the empty room.

She wasn’t this person. She didn’t think about sex. She thought about class rankings and test scores and academy regulations. Yet here she was, planning to sneak away to Rome’s apartment tonight to do... what, exactly? Let him bend her over his furniture? Take her against a wall? Spread her across his sheets?

The thought sent a shameful thrill through her body.

Cheon gathered her school bag with shaky hands and checked her reflection in the window. She looked wrecked. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders instead of in its usual ponytail. Her lips were swollen from Rome’s kisses. Her skin glowed with a flush that extended down her neck and disappeared beneath her uniform.

Anyone who saw her would know instantly what she’d been doing.

She tried to fix her hair, but her fingers fumbled with the elastic band. After three failed attempts, she gave up and let it hang loose. She’d just have to avoid eye contact with anyone she passed in the hallways.

The walk from the classroom to the main exit felt like navigating a minefield. Every student she passed seemed to stare, though rationally she knew they couldn’t possibly know. Their conversations faded as she approached, then resumed once she passed. Or was she imagining it? Was her guilt so obvious that everyone could see it written across her face?

Outside, the afternoon sunlight hit her with physical force. She squinted, disoriented by how normal everything looked when she felt so fundamentally changed.

"Eight o’clock," she whispered to herself. "What am I going to wear?"

The question struck her as absurd given the circumstances, yet it lodged in her mind with unexpected urgency. She owned exactly two pairs of nice underwear—the black cotton set she currently wore and a navy blue set nearly identical to it. Everything else in her drawer consisted of practical beige cotton or the childish cartoon prints her mother still sent from Seoul.

Should she go shopping? Buy something lacy and completely impractical just for tonight?

And what about clothes? Should she bring a change? Stay the night? Was that expected? She had no frame of reference for how these encounters were supposed to work.

Her mind spun with questions as she walked across the quad toward the gates. Would Rome expect her to know what to do? Would he laugh at her inexperience? Would his girlfriend be there?

That thought stopped her cold. Mera. The contract. The knowledge that Rome and Mera shared everything. Would Mera be watching? Participating?

Heat flooded Cheon’s face at the thought.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump. She spun around, clutching her bag to her chest like a shield.

"Whoa! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you." Aurora Fitzgerald stood with her hands raised, her green eyes wide with concern. Her dark hair caught the sunlight, those strange gold highlights gleaming. "Are you okay? You seem really out of it."

"I’m fine," Cheon said automatically, her voice higher than usual. "Completely fine. Just thinking about... the Battle Trials. For Friday."

Aurora tilted her head, clearly not buying it. "You sure? Because you walked right past the gate exit, and you’re heading toward the field."

Cheon blinked and looked around. Aurora was right. She’d completely missed the exit in her distracted state.

"Oh. I was just..." She couldn’t think of a plausible lie.

"Look, I don’t want to pry," Aurora said, her voice gentle. "But you really don’t seem okay. Do you want to grab a coffee or something? The place across from campus makes these amazing honey lattes."

Cheon hesitated. Aurora was being kind, offering companionship when Cheon clearly needed it. But how could she sit across from someone as genuinely good as Aurora while her mind replayed what she’d done with Rome in vivid detail?

"I don’t want to impose," Cheon said weakly.

"You wouldn’t be." Aurora smiled, that warm expression that made everyone around her feel instantly at ease. "I was heading there anyway. The company would be nice."

Against her better judgment, Cheon nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

They walked together toward the campus gates. Aurora chatted easily about classes and upcoming assignments, filling the silence without requiring much response from Cheon. It should have been comforting. Instead, Cheon found herself wondering if Aurora had ever felt this way about anyone. If the perfect, unattainable Aurora Fitzgerald had ever trembled with desire so strong it clouded her thoughts and made her forget who she was supposed to be.

The coffee shop was busy but not crowded. They found a small table near the window after ordering—a honey latte for Cheon and something with cinnamon for Aurora. The normality of the situation felt surreal after what had happened in that classroom.

"So," Aurora said once they were settled, "you want to tell me what’s really going on? You’ve been staring into space for five minutes straight."

Cheon wrapped her hands around her mug, absorbing its warmth. "It’s nothing important."

"Must be something. I’ve never seen you with your hair down before. It looks nice, by the way."

Cheon reached up to touch her loose hair, suddenly self-conscious. "I forgot to bring an extra hair tie."

"You? Forgot something?" Aurora’s eyebrows rose. "Now I know something’s wrong."

The genuine concern in Aurora’s voice broke through Cheon’s defenses. She needed to talk to someone, and while she couldn’t share the specifics about Rome’s ability or the contract, maybe she could ask about the rest.

"Have you ever..." Cheon began, then stopped, unsure how to phrase the question.

Aurora waited patiently.

Cheon took a deep breath and tried again.

"Have you ever had sex?"