Page 32 of My Demon Teacher

CHAPTER TEN

“CAN I…STUDY YOU THIS SEMESTER, SIR?”

“…and these are the basics of a summoning. However, what have we said about demons?” I look around the classroom as two students raise their hands.

My gaze lands on Yu-jin for a moment or two, and my heart starts pounding. He smiles and leans forward on his desk as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. As if he doesn’t care who and what they know about him. About us.

And I like it.

He is my fiancé, after all. I’m not going to hide him from the world. Not anymore. Never again.

I will also protect him from anyone who may want to cause him harm. That’s why I took care of the witnesses from the dorm that night too. I didn’t hurt them. Just took their memories while Brimfang made the bodies disappear.

I smile back at my Yu-jin, and he cocks his head to the side, his stare boring deeper into me, making my insides all warm and delicate.

He’s been different since that night. Since the incident. Different since that eldritch creature decided to bond with him and since he killed Ryan. Since I proposed to him.

I don’t know if it’s just one or all of it mixed together that has made him more confident, more…reckless, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Ms. Andres.” I point to one of the students with their hands up and pry—or at least try to—my eyes off Yu-jin. Off my fiancé. My boy.

“Every demon is different, so what works for one might not work for another,” she answers.

I nod, and I can’t help it. I look back at him.

Isn’t that the truth? Had it been any other demon he had summoned, they wouldn’t be here today. Neither of us would. Any other demon would just do that job they were bound to do and probably exorcised as soon as it was done. They may have got rid of his step-family, but they wouldn’t have made love to him. They wouldn’t have awakened his powers, and Yu-jin wouldn’t be at Lockwood now. Who knows where he would be without his powers. Without me.

But even worse, I wouldn’t be here either. I wouldn’t have met him, and I wouldn’t know a demon could be summoned by someone so pure and kind. Worst of all, I wouldn’t have met my soulmate. The person I’ve always been looking for but didn’t know it.

“And what’s the best way to find out about each individual demon?” I ask, still looking at him, still watching.

I know everyone can see me staring, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter anymore. Soon, they’ll know we’re getting married. Soon, they’ll all know he’s mine and only mine, and if anyone dares touch him, they will die a cruel death.

“To get to know the demon himself,” Yu-jin answers, his eyes glued to me as well.

I catch my breath for a second. That’s exactly what he did, isn’t it? He got to know me. He gave me his time, his body, his heart.

He didn’t treat me like a tool to get his revenge. He didn’t act like my master even though he was. He treated me with kindness. Even when my hellcat almost ate him alive.

My entire body is on fire under his watchful eye. I can’t help it. I can’t help that I respond to him, to his every word, his every move, his every twitch.

I put my hands in my pockets. My thumb rests on the tip of my hard cock without meaning to.

Shit.

I don’t need an erection while teaching. Especially when I can’t take care of it at once.

“That’s correct, Mr. Jung. Well done.”

I lick my lips and force myself to turn my back to him, to all of them. I attempt to take a breath. Then another.

This may be harder than I thought. Teaching my future husband for a semester. I may have to get out of this class. It’s not like I can give him preferential treatment on the subject. It wouldn’t be fair.

“For this semester…” I clear my throat, take my hands out of my pockets, and stand behind my desk—hoping to hide how much I’m throbbing for my darling student—and face them all again. “I would like you to research a demon god, whether from myths or legends, and write an analysis on them. Find out what makes them unique, different, what their powers and weaknesses were. And most importantly, what makes them as human as you.”

I see several pens scribbling on their notebooks. Others are simply watching me. Yu-jin is one of them. And then there’s the empty seat behind him. Mr. Byron’s.

“You’re free to go.”

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