"No... no, it’s not like that..."
Mihowa was stunned. She wanted to deny it, but she had no foundation to refute his words. Her body was excited. From her head to her toes, every spot he touched beca hyper-sensitive. She wanted to suppress it, but she couldn't.
She felt a deep rejection of her fiancé’s touch—she couldn't even stand simple skin contact from him. Yet she was vibrating with joy at Alex’s touch. Her body reacted so strongly that she was already soaking wet. Why?
Mihowa didn't know that even without the [Slave Crest], Alex could manipulate her body and senses with ease. Her reaction was a direct result of his power.
"Alex, I'm not... I'm not that kind of woman, really..."
Hearing the sob in her voice, Alex felt a bit speechless. What is wrong with this teacher? She was naive, but now she was crying? He felt almost bad for bullying her.
He withdrew his hand and wiped a tear from her lash. "I know. You aren't a lewd woman. You're traditional and conservative... you only beco lewd in front of ."
He stepped closer, his body brushing against her soft fra. He whispered in her ear, "I don't hate you like this, Mihowa. In fact, you're much more charming this way."
Mihowa stopped crying and looked down, embarrassed. "Charming...?"
Is this PUA? Alex wondered.
"Of course you're charming. You make my heart race," Alex lied smoothly. "That’s why I was so uncomfortable seeing you with your fiancé. Hearing you say you love him makes sad." He took her hand and placed it over his heart. "It hurts right here~"
"Alex..."
"Even though the last ti was an accident, you and I shared an intimate bond. I was your first. I consider you my woman. The thought of this guy cuckolding makes —"
Mihowa felt a sweatdrop. You're the one cuckolding my fiancé! You've got it backward! Besides, she and Inoue hadn't even shared skin contact.
"Anyway, Professor, what do you plan to do?"
"I... I don't know..."
"I won't let you marry that man."
"Alex..."
As they spoke, she realized his hand had moved inside her clothes. He unbuttoned her professional blazer, revealing her sexy bra. "Alex, wait—"
"It’s okay. My Ti Stop is safe. Your fiancé won't see a thing," Alex said, feeling her slight resistance. He forcefully grabbed one of her "big rabbits." Mihowa’s breasts were exaggeratedly large; one hand could barely contain the lush, bouncy softness. "I haven't been to school for days. Didn't you miss this, Professor?"
"I... I didn't... ugh!"
That was a lie. Even if their sex was a "mistake" caused by his hypnosis, the pleasure was real. The sensation remained etched in her body. Alex’s power was deeply branded into her mind. She tried to avoid the thought, but every night when she was alone, her body would follow its instincts, and she would use her fingers to please herself while thinking of him.
But seeing him today, being "bullied" by him like this, the mories of the changing room flooded back. She realized that her own fingers were no match for Alex...
Wait, what am I thinking?! Mihowa snapped out of her daze. She looked down at his hand working inside her clothes and struggled harder. "Alex, no, I can't~"
"But your body wants it, doesn't it?"
This brat is calling by my na now, not even 'Professor'.
"But..."
"Just think of it as tutoring. It’s fine."
Tutoring? Again?
Alex savored Mihowa’s body, pulling her clothes open to let her bouncy breasts spring free from their restraint. He kneaded and squeezed them shalessly. "That’s right. Tutoring."
"However, I'm not the one tutoring you. You're tutoring , Professor Shirakawa~~"
"As my good teacher, it's perfectly normal to use your body to provide hands-on guidance when a student has 'needs', right? Look—"
He took the blonde woman’s hand and pressed it against his pants, letting her feel exactly what he needed. He was already rock hard. "Professor, as a teacher, you have to take responsibility."
"..." What kind of responsibility is this? This is so degenerate...
Thump, thump, thump—
However, touching that huge, burning heat made her heart race uncontrollably. Even though his logic was ridiculous... "Ugh~"
Her mouth let out a moan, and her body followed suit. Mihowa realized with despair that she could no longer refuse this student. Perhaps the mont they did it in the changing room, the mont her body was claid, she was trapped forever.
Mihowa lowered her eyes, whispering submissively, "Alex... what do I have to do for this 'tutoring'?"
"Use your hands, your mouth, your tongue... it’s very simple. This is also part of the tutoring," Alex said. He felt like he was watching a progress bar; Mihowa’s "taming" level had just spiked. He stroked her blonde hair as he watched her clumsily unbuckle his belt, then glanced at the frozen fiancé.
"Sigh, this fiancé of yours is truly pitiful."
Mihowa, who was just trying to lick the tip of the terrifyingly large mber, almost choked. Who do you think caused this, you wicked student?!
"Alex, you're ntioning him on purpose just to stimulate , aren't you?" Mihowa said with deep resentnt.
"Eh? Professor? Since when did you get so smart?" Alex acted surprised.
"What?! You think I was stupid before?"
"Yes, very stupid," Alex nodded. He poked her puffed-out cheek and stroked her soft skin. "But also very cute."
"Cute...?"
Alex tilted his head. "Professor, take it all in. Then... look at your fiancé and see how it feels."
"Ugh—!"
This wicked student!
Mihowa obediently swallowed the entire length into her small mouth, filling it to the brim. She didn't look at her fiancé; she avoided his gaze, focusing entirely on sucking Alex, her tongue swirling around the giant mber.
The frozen young man had no idea his fiancée was kneeling before a boy, performing a lewd act like a tad pet. A pitiful man indeed...
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