Hearing her words, Dapper was surprised and amused at the sa ti.
"You an literally any wish, as long as it’s within your capability?" Dapper asked again to confirm.
"Yes, I an it. Any wish—as long as I can afford it, I’ll fulfill it," Mrs. Layla confird.
Instantly, a thought flashed through Dapper’s mind.
’If I ask her for a blow job, she wouldn’t refuse, right? Especially now that the pheromone scent is still active.’
"Dapper?" Mrs. Layla called, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Ahem, I do have a request, Mrs. Layla," Dapper said, getting up from his seat and walking over to her table. "Since you said you’d grant basically anything within your capability, I need your help relieving a bit of frustration," he said, pointing at the bulge in his pants.
"W-What... I’m your teacher—and I’m also married!" Mrs. Layla blurted, moving into a defensive stance as Dapper stood in front of her, only the table separating them. Yet her eyes stayed glued to his dick.
"Haa, I know you’re married, Mrs. Layla. But I don’t know if you know—I’m also married. Besides, you promised anything within your capability. Are you going back on your word?" Dapper asked, raising a brow.
"No—No, I’m not going back on my word. It’s just that... doing sothing like that with a student doesn’t suit as a teacher. Why don’t you ask for sothing else?" Mrs. Layla stamred, shaking her head.
Dapper knew the scent was taking effect, but he wasn’t sure how deeply it had sunk in, or if she’d resist if he touched her. This was different from when he’d been a sex-lusting monster in the Awakening Tower.
"Sigh... if you won’t even give head, then you’re going back on your word. I’ll take my leave," Dapper said, turning and pretending to walk away.
"Wait. Don’t go. Lock the door behind you," Layla suddenly said, freezing him in place. He paused, then did as she said, locking the door. Afterward, he returned and sat back down on the couch.
Layla stood from her seat, tying her hair up to keep it from falling over her face. Then she walked toward him, standing tall over him while he remained seated.
’Yes, she took the bait!’
"It’s just a head, right? Nothing more!" Layla said.
"Yes, I just want to cum," Dapper replied. In the next mont, Layla lowered his pants, followed by his underwear, causing his dick to spring free, standing in all its glory, veins pulsing along its length.
’This...’ Layla’s eyes widened. ’It’s even bigger than I thought.’
The next mont, she wrapped her warm, moist hand around it and gave it a few strokes before taking it into her mouth. She began working her lips over it, drawing circles around the tip with her tongue.
Dapper was feeling the pleasure surge through him—but he didn’t show it. He held everything in. As an experienced thief and assassin, he had been trained to endure torture and bottle pain. Since pleasure was the opposite of pain, the sa principle applied.
’Isn’t he enjoying it?’ Layla wondered, watching him remain stone-faced. It looked like he was bored. The thought instantly hurt her pride as a woman.
Dapper’s plan was simple: crush her confidence and break all restraints.
Layla picked up the pace, bobbing her head faster along his length, letting his dick slide deeper into her throat. Yet, Dapper remained unreactive—no expression, no sound, nothing.
"Are you enjoying it now?" Layla asked, briefly pausing.
"I’m trying to," Dapper replied. "I just can’t feel anything."
"Hah."
Layla resud, sucking with renewed vigor, her head moving up and down more aggressively. She shifted her position, going from a crouch to kneeling, propping her elbows on Dapper’s thighs so she could suck him more freely. Her lips wrapped around him eagerly, working him with intense focus. Despite his expressionless face, Dapper was already close to his limit—it was only a matter of ti before he ca.
’If this keeps up, I’m going to cum. I need to act fast,’ Dapper thought, his gaze shifting to Layla’s swaying, curvy ass.
’This damn slut. Look at her fuckable body... and her husband’s out there thinking his sweet, innocent wife is at work—completely unaware she’s on her knees sucking her student’s dick like a bitch in heat.’
Suddenly, Dapper landed a heavy smack on Layla’s ass.
*PAH!*
"AHAN~!" Layla moaned, flinching, and looked up at him.
"You can’t even satisfy right," Dapper muttered. "Let show you how it’s done." He slid his fingers between her ass cheeks, parting them slightly and forcing her mouth open with a lewd gasp.
"N-No—stop!" Layla whimpered, but her body betrayed her. She was tingling all over, the sting from his slap sohow thrilling.
’W-Why do I like this? I have to stop...’ she thought, but she couldn’t. The Sex Pheromone Scent had already taken hold of her.
Dapper stood up, yanked her by the arms, and made her lean over the couch. He moved behind her, yanking down her skirt in a swift motion, revealing her tight, white panties.
"W-What are you—? Let’s stop thi—"
*PAH!*
Another hard smack landed on her ass, and again, she moaned lewdly.
"Don’t speak. Just hold the couch and try not to moan like a slut while I fuck your dirty pussy, got it?" Dapper ordered, his voice stern.
"O-Okay..."
’Oh god... how did this even happen? I—I can’t stop him...’ Layla cried inwardly. But her body gave no resistance.
Dapper slowly pulled down her panties, letting them slide and pool with her dropped skirt.
"Look at you... soaked already. You filthy, lewd whore. Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you like this," he growled, slipping his fingers into her slick pussy. Her juices clung to his hand. Her pussy was smooth-shaven, slightly darker than her skin, and thick—shockingly thick, like it was made to be stretched by a fat cock.
"D-Don’t talk about my husb—"
*PAH!*
"AHAN~!"
"When did I say you could talk?" Dapper hissed. "You want your husband to find out what a wet little slut you are for getting wet for a student?" He pulled out his dick from his pants.
"Please~ don’t tell my husband," Layla begged, breathless.
"Good. Then shut up, stay still, and squeeze that milfy cunt for ," Dapper said, thrusting his cock into her hot, drenched pussy. Her walls instantly clamped down around him.
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