The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

The Nurse and Her Lover

I sighed, thinking, 'Why do we have to sneak out like this?'

I mean, sure, we were doing this without the knowledge of the head professor, but by my leave, isn't the head professor far away from the Academy right now? Why should we be sneaking around in the middle of the night, myself forced to crouch around with a stab wound on my stomach, just to reach Professor Whitaker's office?

And... I knew the professor rarely slept, as courtesy from my late night visits, but...

I stared at the nurse. Despite her pointy chin and dark complexion, she was a beauty. She obviously had talent in the healing arts as well. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to know that she had connections on the higher rungs of the ladder.

But I did wonder about what she said when I asked her about our chances...

'Hardly none, but also quite a lot if you ask me.'

What is that supposed to mean?

Apparently, I would come to know about the answer the moment the familiar office door was opened from the inside even before the nurse had knocked twice, and I knew it from the way the normally strict man had grabbed unto the woman's lower back and brought her closer towards him, exchanging an indecent round of kisses right before my eyes.

I almost screamed.

Despite being dressed as a boy, my instinct was to cover my eyes with my hands, but my rebellious side allowed a small peek from the small gaps of two fingers.

Professor Whitaker had then finally noticed that this wasn't a normal rendezvous when he saw me, knees shaking from the blatant indecency I was forced to watch!

He coughed after he had pulled away, a trace of shame and confusion on his face. He asked in a whisper I could still hear, "Melinda, what is this?"

The nurse looked like she would melt right then and there, but she managed to murmur, "A surprise, my love. But I reckon this part should be told in a closed room with the door shut tight."

With another clearing of his throat, the professor opened the door just wide enough to allow my entry, and after I had entered, he clicked it into lock. I watched as the nurse smiled at me before retreating to a corner of the squarish room.

The next moment, I found myself stared down upon by a grumpy professor.

When the silence stretched on, he asked, "I don't suppose you're here for our biweekly lessons."

I let out a long breath before saying, "Yes, sir. I mean, no sir. I mean, yes, I'm here for a different topic altogether."

His gray eyes peered down at me ever deeper. "And you being accompanied by Mel- the school nurse?"

I pursed my lips, daring to seek for help from the other party, but she was silent, an amused smile on her face. I murmured, "I, uh-"

His glare made me wither under his gaze. Frantically, I began, "I-I won't, I'll never dare to, to tell about- about your nightly... nightly affai-"

The man huffed angrily at my stuttering, and the nurse, Melinda, finally made a sound. She laughed loudly, a tad bit more sonorous than a lady should do, and she came upon me with her skirts bellowing, her face bright with mirth.

Then, she enveloped me in a hug, her womanly breasts a cushion on my head and her grip gentle enough due to my still healing wounds. She then started, her voice sounding muffled due to my position, "You are adorable! Just adorable! Now, Jamie, don't you think we should have children too?"

A splutter and a cough came after that, from me and from the man.

'Children?!' I thought in bewilderment.