Ethan slumped back into his seat, his body relaxing slightly, relieved that the imdiate academic crisis had passed. But Hailey was far from finished. The Calculus lecture continued to drone on, providing the perfect cover.
Hailey leaned in, her small, firm breasts pressing lightly against the desk. Her lips captured his in a fierce, hungry kiss while her hand continued its relentless movent beneath the desk, stroking him, pulling him swiftly to the brink of climax.
Ethan broke the kiss, his breath becoming ragged and gasping. "Hailey," he growled, his voice a deep, gravelly purr. "I’m going to finish. Stop."
Hailey pulled back an inch, a mischievous, triumphant smile drawing across her lips. "I know," she purred, her eyes shining with audacity. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening further. "I want it. I want to taste you."
Without further warning or hesitation, Hailey dove down, taking Ethan’s entire erection into her mouth.
With one final, powerful thrust, Ethan ca, his cock throbbing as he filled Hailey’s mouth with his hot sen. She took it all, her throat working to swallow, her eyes fixed intently on his, a look of pure, raw satisfaction deep in their depths.
Hailey, flushed with adrenaline and excitent, stood up. Her cheeks were bright red, and a confident, satisfied smile played on her lips. She turned and walked away, her hips and small butt swaying slightly as she headed toward the restroom, leaving Ethan to recompose himself, a look of pure, spent satisfaction on his face.
[Well, well, well. It seems the little one does have a backbone. Good for her. That’s a textbook application of maximizing satisfaction in a high-pressure environnt.]
Ethan slumped back into his seat, his body slack and thoroughly satisfied, breathing heavily, letting out short, ragged gasps. The residual pleasure was still a potent, humming warmth in his groin.
The professor, oblivious, continued to lecture on advanced integration techniques.
Ethan received a flood of notifications from the System, the virtual ssages appearing only in his enhanced vision.
[CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMPION! This venture exceeded all calculated expectations. Your risk managent paid off handsoly.]
The System detailed the bonuses:
[Public Handjob Received (300,000)]
[Handjob Received During Lecture (500,000)]
And a massive bonus for:
[Received Handjob While Answering Class Question and Hiding Pleasure (1,500,000)
The biggest payout was for:
[Achieved Oral Climax During Lecture Without Verbal Force (5,000,000)]
This base total was then multiplied by x2 due to the Partner Level Multiplier and another x2 for the Special Reward:
[Transford Pure/Chaste Partner into Sen Consur Without Coercion.]
[Note: Being the only woman in your specific course section classifies her as a high-quality specin. Your total haul is 15,600,000!]
The System then flashed a separate, highly unusual reward category.
[Chaos Missions Rewards]
[50 Lux Points for stealing a classmate’s girl and having her consu your sen right in front of him, while he watches impotently.]
Ethan froze, the massive financial numbers failing to register against the last notification. In front of him?
He quickly scanned the auditorium. His eyes imdiately locked onto the guy who had provoked him yesterday, the one who hadn’t been in his seat earlier—but who was now sitting a few rows ahead and off to the side, hunched over his desk.
Ethan’s stomach dropped. He understood everything. It hadn’t been as secretive as he thought. The guy, who must have had a clear, direct line of sight from his new vantage point, had seen it all: Hailey stimulating him, her head disappearing below the desk, the final gulp, and her triumphant retreat.
Tears were silently streaming down the classmate’s face, mixing with the sha and utter defeat etched across his features.
Ethan looked at the broken man. Then, a slow, rciless smile spread across Ethan’s face. He t the guy’s tearful gaze and, without making a sound, mouthed the words clearly:
"She’s my bitch now. Fuck you."
Hailey returned from the restroom, her cheeks still slightly flushed, and slipped back into the seat next to Ethan. The class continued, but the air around them was thick with anticipation.
Ethan could feel the scornful classmate, the one who watched, staring at him occasionally. Ethan’s mind, always looking for maximum payoff, imdiately hatched a plan.
[I know what you’re thinking, Champion, and you have my full approval. Why settle for dominance when you can have utter annihilation?]
Ethan pulled Hailey close and whispered into her ear, his breath warm and playful. "Did you have fun shifting gears with the stick, little Koala?"
"Of course," she whispered back, a hint of excitent still in her voice. "It was thrilling. Like driving a very fast vehicle."
Ethan chuckled and lowered his voice further. "Now it’s my turn to play with you. Give your panties."
Hailey’s eyes widened in alarm. "No way! I’m wearing a very short skirt; everything will show if I take them off!"
"I don’t need the garnt," Ethan countered, his voice firm but seductive. "I want the wet panties you have. I want to see them."
Hailey sighed, the thrill of her defiance warring with sudden embarrassnt. She lifted herself slightly, skillfully slipped off her panties beneath the desk, and handed them to Ethan.
Ethan took them, spreading the fabric open. It was a cute pair, patterned with a little teddy bear. "What a lucky bear," he whispered, loud enough only for her. "To sll your c*** all morning. What a delicacy."
He raised the panties toward his nose, making the gesture of slling them. Hailey gasped and tried to snatch them back, blushing furiously, but he was quicker and held them away. "They sll divine," he murmured.
At that exact, critical mont, the Calculus Professor turned from the board and saw the two of them—Ethan holding a piece of fabric, Hailey looking flustered.
"Miss Miller!" the Professor’s voice cracked across the silent auditorium. "Since you are so energetic and clearly not paying attention, why don’t you co to the front and solve the next equation for the class?"
Hailey instantly froze in panic. She wasn’t wearing panties. Everyone was looking at her. Even if she could quickly put them back on, the damage of the sudden movent would be too risky.
Ethan looked at her, his eyes full of wicked, unadulterated pleasure.
Hailey took a deep, steadying breath, gathering her courage. Hailey thought: "If I walk slowly and carefully, I hope my short skirt doesn’t fly up, and no one sees my cunt without panties."
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