Im'the son of the Villainess's at the Academy

Renar half an hour, Ethan, Lilia, Knox, and Leona went to their rooms in the university dorm. Only Jin and Rena remained. Jin took Rena to a garden and saw a tree. She sat under it, while Rena was lost in her thoughts again. 

Rena stood still, her boots rooted to the earth as if gravity itself conspired to hold her there. The garden stretched out before her like a stage painted in silver and shadow, the wind brushing past her skin with ghostlike gentleness. She had drifted deep into thought—or something far more dangerous.

The sound of his voice broke through the haze.

> "Rena," Jin called out, lounging beneath the tall obsidian-barked tree, one leg stretched out, back resting lazily against the gnarled trunk. "Are you just going to stand there all night?"

Her golden eyes widened. She blinked, startled. The kiss—no, *the kiss*—had felt so real. The warmth of his lips, the weight of his hand at the back of her neck, the shiver that had run through her spine. But it hadn't happened.

**It was just her imagination.**

A vivid, breath-stealing *fantasy*.

Her heart lurched. Heat bloomed in her chest and climbed, traitorous and unstoppable, up to her cheeks.

> *What's wrong with me?!*

How had her thoughts turned *there*—to lips and touches and the taste of his breath? Rina turned her gaze toward the moonlit sky, seeking refuge in the stars. But they offered no forgiveness, only silent amusement.

And then, the voice again. Playful. Inevitable.

> "You were completely gone," Jin said, eyes half-lidded with amusement, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Let me guess—were you imagining something... indecent?"

He tilted his head mockingly, his crimson eyes gleaming like blood-rubies in moonlight.

> "Did you imagine me kissing you?" he added with mock curiosity. "Or better yet... without clothes? Hmm. Wait. That reminds me—what *is* the color of your lingerie tonight, darling?"

Rena's heart nearly exploded in her chest.

> "*You—!*" she shrieked, her voice high, strangled by mortification. "You perverted demon! I hate you!"

But the words rang hollow, even to her own ears.

Jin's laughter was soft and wicked.

> "You don't *hate* me, Rina," he said in that maddeningly calm, low tone. "You're just embarrassed... because now you know how thirsty you really are."

Her whole face was on fire now. As if the moon itself had turned into a spotlight and exposed every inch of her secret thoughts.

> *What's happening to me?* she thought. *Why do I want to touch him, kiss him—why do I imagine these things?*

She remembered her mother's voice—Amelia Amberhart, always poised, always composed.

> *"You're my daughter, Rina. I know how thirsty you are. Learn to control it."*

She groaned into her hands. *Control it? How am I supposed to control anything when he looks at me like that?!*

Jin tilted his head again, clearly enjoying every second of her internal collapse.

> "You're blushing so beautifully right now," he murmured. "It's almost cruel not to press further. Tell me, my little lioness, was it lace?"

"*No!*" she screamed, flustered beyond belief. "I'm not telling you anything!"

> "Lace it is, then," he concluded with a devilish smile. "Red? Black? Something daring, perhaps? Or maybe... nothing at all?"

Rena stormed toward him, fists clenched, fire practically crackling around her golden eyes.

> "Jin Rotschy, I swear to the stars—!"

He leaned back casually against the tree, completely unfazed, and patted the grass beside him.

> "Sit down, Rena," he said, voice gentler now. "You've already imagined kissing me. We might as well talk."

She hesitated. Her pride screamed at her to turn and walk away. But her heart...

Her heart betrayed her.

She sat.

And for a moment, silence reigned. Only the wind, the rustling leaves, the moonlight dripping through the branches.

> "You're impossible," she muttered.

> "I get that a lot."

> "You're arrogant, manipulative, shameless, smug—"

> "Gorgeous?"

> "Ugh!"

But still, she stayed.

And beneath that silver sky, as her thoughts tangled between anger and desire, something terrifying happened.

She wanted to kiss him again.

And this time... not just in her imagination.

Although she doesn't know what kind of feelings are inside her, she wants to taste Jin's lips. How do they taste? Is it sweet?