163 Agatha

The snow had just stopped, leaving a cascade of white covering the entire streets as far as the eye could see. There were very few people in the streets, mainly students residing in the row dorms of the academy. Among these dorms stood one that appeared larger and more luxurious than the rest.

Inside the luxurious dorm...

William breathed in the cold air, a gleeful yet silly smile adorning his face, tinted with a reddish hue.

"Young master," suddenly, he heard a gentle, feminine voice from behind him, accompanied by a cold touch that made his already flushed face even more embarrassed.

"Agatha, you didn't have to do-"

"It's my choice, young master, and I love you," Agatha whispered into his ear as she hugged him tighter, causing William to reel against her soft body and curves that tickled his back.

William nodded, his smile growing sillier.