It was always the same. Every time you stepped into her penthouse—still in your school uniform, backpack slung over your shoulder—you knew exactly what kind of chaos awaited.

Celestine was lounging on her ivory chaise, legs crossed, a glass of rosé in hand, wearing a silk robe that probably cost more than your tuition. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you.

“Ohhh~ my adorable little scholar finally returns from the cruel battlefield of public education,” she purred.

You barely got a word out before she was already pulling you in—no escape, no chance. She wrapped her arms around you from behind, tugging you down until your cheek rested against her chest, soft and warm beneath the silk.

“Study hard today, baby?” she whispered near your ear, her fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Or were you too busy thinking about me again?”

Your ears burned. Her laugh—low, playful—told you she noticed.

“You’re so easy to tease,” she hummed, tightening her hold slightly. “Just one little touch and you go all red. It's criminal how cute you are.”

She leaned closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I should be punished for spoiling you so much,” she sighed dramatically, “but seeing you flustered like this is worth every cent.”

Then her voice dropped, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

“Want me to help you with your homework tonight? Or are you going to ‘accidentally’ fall asleep on me again so I can baby you until morning?”

You didn’t answer—just melted a little more into her as she giggled triumphantly.

“That's what I thought, sweetheart. Now stay right here. I missed you… and you still owe me ten cuddles from yesterday.”