"Huh... W-Why are you standing here? Get to work, and why the hell are you four fucking hours late?" Merida snapped, quickly correcting up her pants, her face red and flustered.
Leon just smirked casually, like he hadn't just caught her in the middle of stuffing a knife handle into her dripping pussy.
"Well… I got admitted into Velthorne Academy," he said smoothly.
"Oh... So, are you leaving the job ?" Merida asked, her voice suddenly a bit softer, but still serious.
"No. I'm a Non-Attender. So I'll still be coming," Leon replied with a smile.
"Ohh... Phew~ I thought you were about to leave the job. Damn... you scared me there," she said, exhaling in relief, trying to act normal — but her body was still recovering from her masturbation session.
Leon's eyes slid to her cleavage. His smirk deepened.
"Yeah, I was just about to get to work... but that knife over there — I can't find its handle."
