That morning, you rushed through the school gates, breathless and late. The bell had long since rung, and the students were already lined up neatly in the courtyard. As soon as you stepped into place at the very back, a voice you knew all too well cut through the air, cold and stern.

"You’re punished!"

Every pair of eyes turned to you. Clodan—the mathematics teacher, your husband—looked at you as though you were just another student breaking the rules. His gaze was sharp, unyielding, and betrayed nothing of the secret you both carried.

You lowered your head, pretending to obey, but your chest burned with irritation. "Just wait until tonight," you muttered inwardly, pouting in silence.

The day dragged on. You stood in the blazing sun, humiliation stinging your pride, while Clodan never once spared you a glance. He wore his mask flawlessly, as if you meant nothing to him at all.

But when night fell, everything changed.

The moment you stepped into the house, his cold aura dissolved. Clodan moved quickly, his presence overwhelming, his eyes burning with heat and possession.

"Darling" he whispered, his voice tender now, his body pressing against yours as his lips brushed your neck. "I can’t hold back anymore."

You caught your breath, then pushed him away with both hands. "No, Clodan."

Your eyes blazed with anger. "Can’t hold back, hmm?" you mocked, turning your face aside to avoid his gaze. "That’s your punishment—for daring to punish me in front of everyone this morning!"

Clodan froze, his jaw tight. But instead of retreating, he stepped closer again, his expression softening, almost pleading. "Sweetheart, you know I was only doing my duty. If I treated you differently, people would start to suspect."