Irene’s POV
Leon had been messing with my mind, twisting my thoughts until I was on the brink of losing it. His eyes would lock onto mine, burning into me, only for him to look away as if it meant nothing. What was he trying to say with those fleeting glances? What the fuck do you mean by that, Leon?
When I couldn’t take the torment any longer, I hit the bar, slamming back drinks until my mind was numb. The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache, my mouth dry, but I still dragged myself to academy. The stench of alcohol clung to me, and it didn’t take long for my fellow professors to figure out that I had smashed myself the night before.
I didn’t let on about what was really eating at me, though. The only one who knew was my best friend, Rose. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t spill my secrets to anyone.
Right?
Well, back to the topic of Leon.
Lately, I’ve found myself watching him more often than I care to admit. Whether he’s in the classroom, walking down the hallway, eating lunch with the Princess, heading back to his dormitory, or even when he’s off somewhere outside the academy, my eyes seem to track his every move. But I swear, I haven’t become a stalker, and I’m not about to start. It’s just that… whenever he’s around, my eyes naturally follow him.
And sometimes, even when I know he’s not in a certain place, I still catch myself looking for him.
This is really stupid, isn’t it? I’ve really fallen for him, haven’t I? And hard at that.
“I can’t believe this. Why did I fall for you?” I muttered to the picture on my phone. It was a shot of him in class, looking unexpectedly attentive and seriously handsome. I stared at it, clutching a bottle of beer in my hand. “I mean, you’re a total manslut. You’ve already seduced Gabrielle. Are you trying to get into Rose’s pants too? Are you planning to create a harem of professors? I can’t believe you…”
That’s right. I had seen him in having sex with Gabrielle, and I knew he’d been leaving Rose’s place. Thinking about it now, it seems like that’s exactly what he’s after. And by the looks of things, he’s not stopping with just the professors.
As thoughts of him swirled in my mind, I suddenly felt unbearably hot and bothered. I threw myself onto my bed and began to masturbate, focusing on his picture.
***
The afternoon class was dragging on with an unbearable monotony. My students were all yawning through the lesson. I was covering history and a bit about the geography of our world, which was probably why they were so bored. It’s a dry subject, and I get it—I’d been in their shoes before.
I didn’t mind that they weren’t paying much attention; I understood completely.
Meanwhile, Leon was still playing his little game with me. Every time our eyes met, he’d look away, leaving me wondering what the hell he was trying to say. Do you think of me as just another conquest, someone you’ve already had your way with? Like you’ve claimed my first time and now you’re the guy who deflowered me? Is that why you keep locking eyes with me, only to look away?
You’re such a bad boy… a bad boy who needs to be punished.
My patience was wearing razor-thin. You’re pushing me to the edge.
And now this? Why the hell are you dozing off in my class? I don’t give a damn if others are nodding off, but you—after what you just pulled? After you made eye contact with me and got me twisted up in my thoughts, you’re just going to slack off?
I’d had enough. I stormed over to him and shook him awake, my frustration boiling over.
“Student Leon,” I said, looking down at him with my arms crossed below my breasts. “You’ve been sleeping through my entire class. After this, come to my office. We need to have a word.”
“Eh? Uh, okay… Professor,” he mumbled, his face uncomfortable. Why did he look at me like I was a hassle? What was with that expression? Do you actually enjoy making me suffer?
I finished up the lesson, and finally, the class ended. Leon and I headed to my office.
***
Leon’s POV
The professor and I walked in tense silence toward her office, my mind racing. I had a pretty good idea why she’d called me in, and it wasn’t just because I’d nodded off during her class. For months, I’d been methodically working through the steps required to dominate her, and now I was on the fifth one. I’d just completed the fourth requirement earlier, which was to lock eyes with her 20 times. I managed to pull it off, but the fifth requirement? That was on a whole different level.
This time, I had to orchestrate a foursome involving her, a friend, and an enemy. The thought of it was both daunting and exhilarating. I had a pretty good sense of who fit those roles: Rose, her best friend, and Gabrielle, who seemed like the perfect enemy. The idea of being entangled with the three hottest, sexiest professors at the academy was enough to make my pulse quicken. It was a challenge I couldn’t wait to tackle, but the reality was far more complex. The tension between Irene and Gabrielle was practically electric, sparking off in waves whenever they were near each other. The animosity between Irene and Gabrielle was intense, to say the least.
If I could just persuade the two of them, maybe it would work. Rose would probably be on board… Probably.
As I followed behind her, my eyes were drawn to the way her hips swayed with every step, the fabric of her pencil skirt clinging to her curves like a second skin. Each movement made her plump ass jiggle ever so slightly, the rhythm hypnotic and teasing. Her hips rocked from side to side in a way that felt almost deliberate, like she was daring me to lose control, to grab her and shove my dick inside her right then and there. My pulse quickened, my thoughts spiraling into a haze of lust as I imagined ripping off that tight skirt, tearing through her stockings, and burying myself deep inside her pussy.
But somehow, I managed to tear my eyes away before those thoughts could become actions.
What was this? It felt like I was being drawn in, somehow. No, I knew exactly what this was. She was deliberately doing this—swaying her hips more pronouncedly so that I couldn’t help but notice.
She was seducing me.
