Collage of agony and ecstasy part 22

e spectacle. As they settled in, the four girls didn't just sit with Montagne; they colonized the space around him, creating a living perimeter of soft denim and floral perfume. Lilith draped herself across the back of his chair, her chin resting on his shoulder, while Sarai and Madeleine squeezed in on either side, their thighs pressing firmly against his with a possessive warmth. Helmi sat opposite him, leaning forward on her elbows, her gaze fixed on his face with a soft, shimmering intensity that bordered on reverence.

From the perspective of any other student in the library, the scene was an impossible, enviable tableau. The whispers began almost immediately, drifting through the stacks like a low-voltage current. To the onlookers, Montagne was a man who had somehow unlocked a cheat code to the social hierarchy of the school. They saw the way Lilith’s fingers absentmindedly traced the nape of his neck and the way Sarai leaned in to whisper something that made him flush a deep, vivid crimson. He looked shattered, exhausted, and utterly conquered, yet the affection radiating from the girls was unmistakable—a genuine, warm glow that transformed the predatory nature of their earlier games into something that looked, from a distance, like profound devotion.