The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 6: Chapter 1 - Welcome To The Classroom Of Oddballs (6)

"Nothing, Professor," Shredica retorted, releasing her vice-like grip on my collar. "Just to set the record straight, I wasn\'t the architect of this particular masterpiece." She gestured toward me.

"Mas-?! Um, I mean, Mr. Leon? Did he wander into trouble again? This pint-sized troublemaker has a knack for turning me into a slave to toil." Gabriella sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead, releasing a breath of exasperation.

Apparently, I\'ve been branded as the troublemaker now. Well, it looks like I\'ll have to fuck her into oblivion until she taps out for flinging that tag my way. And I\'ll sweeten the pot for nearly letting slip a "master" in public.

"Is he alright?" Gabriella inquired.

"Can\'t say for certain. He took a brutal hit from that guy\'s skill."

"Speed boost, huh?" Gabriella mumbled, casting a meaningful gaze in my direction. Despite my closed eyes, her scrutiny was palpable, courtesy of my heightened stats. "And you? Holding up well?"

"As you can see, I\'m holding my own."

"You\'re bleeding from your fist. You sure you\'re alright?"

"I... I\'m fine, yes. Don\'t worry about me. More importantly, shouldn\'t we transport them to the infirmary?"

"Ah, right. Yes, I suppose we should," Gabriella conceded. She hoisted me up, intertwining my arm around her shoulder. The aroma emanating from her was reminiscent of the intoxicating scent I encountered when I thoroughly fucked her earlier.

Suddenly, my urge to fuck her surged, intensifying the desire to make her scent uniquely mine again. As my arm settled into place, my hand boldly explored the territory where her breast lay, taking firm possession. Beneath the layers of her lab coat and clothing, I could feel her nipple responding eagerly. No conventional bra hindered its prominence—this was something more provocative, an exposed nipple bra. Clever.

She had evidently gathered intelligence on how to ensnare Titania, the 70th-ranked first-year, and one of the three women I had set my sights on in the gold class. Now, she anticipated the well-deserved reward for a job executed with precision.

Internally grinning, I played with her taut nipple, eliciting a seductive moan.

"Hn~"

"What was that, Professor?"

"N-Nothing. Anyway, assist me in carrying him. I\'m not exactly endowed with the strength to lift a young man on my own, you know?"

"Well, I suppose I can extend a helping hand," Shredica reluctantly offered. She guided my other arm to rest on her shoulder, and together, they embarked on their journey. Upon reaching Hereon\'s battered figure, Shredica inquired, "What about him?"

"Just let him be. I\'m pretty sure he won\'t meet his maker even if we ditch him here."

"Are you absolutely sure? His injuries appear graver than this one."

"This guy here lacks any skills, making him more vulnerable."

Internally, I couldn\'t help but savor a silent chuckle at Gabriella\'s attempt to rationalize evading the responsibility of carrying Hereon. It was rather amusing how she could artfully conjure reasons to sidestep the burden of carrying anyone other than me. Well, I wasn\'t about to permit her touch another man—I had already asserted my claim over her. No way in hell was I going to allow that, even if it seemed inevitable.

Funny how I\'m turning out to be so possessive. Seems like I learn something new every day.

***

After settling me into the infirmary, Shredica gracefully bowed to Gabriella and stated, "Well then, I shall make my way back to my dorm now."

"You should," Gabriella responded, her tone firm.

With that, Shredica pivoted on her heels, her silhouette disappearing into the distance as she headed back to the dorms. I maintained the facade of unconsciousness until the echo of Shredica\'s footsteps and her presence dissipated entirely.

Once the atmosphere was clear, Gabriella released a weary sigh, "How long do you plan on playing possum?"

Gradually, I eased myself upright. "I don\'t know. Perhaps for a little while. Today has left me utterly drained," I confessed.

"Drained? From what?"

"Attending classes. My intellect is gradually decomposing under the weight of these monotonous lectures."

"Oh, please. It\'s not like you\'re absorbing any of it, right?"

"You\'ve hit the nail on the head," I responded, arching my back and releasing a slow, deliberate yawn. "Anyway, what brings you to me this time?"

I knew the answer, of course—that she had some information for me and was now anticipating her well-deserved reward for a job well done, which, in this case, was an anal fuck. Still, I figured I should ask her anyway. In case she didn\'t deliver a job well done and the information was unsatisfactory, then she wouldn\'t earn her reward.

"I\'ve acquired information about Titania," she announced. A luminous, golden panel materialized in the air before her, reminiscent of the interface found in those web novels featuring intricate systems. Adjusting her rimless glasses, which sparkled in the moonlight, she continued, "Titania is gearing up to vie for the position of student council president in the upcoming third semester. However, her somewhat overbearing pride and egotism have left her with no followers. Despite her attempts to assemble a support base and find a companion to serve as her assistant, her approach leaves much to be desired. She phrases her requests more like orders, asserting things such as \'You should be grateful to work alongside me, to walk beside me, and even breathe the same air as me.\' When faced with rejection, her retort is, \'What? You\'re unwilling to toil alongside me on the path to becoming the ruler of this school? What\'s wrong with you? You\'re ungrateful for declining my offer when I graciously provided you this opportunity.\' Predictably, no one is willing to assist her. To compound her troubles, she\'s up against the top student in the second year. Her odds of prevailing against such formidable competition? Slim, at best."

Well, this was news to me. Titania aiming for the position of student council president was a revelation. It almost brought a sly smile to my face, contemplating how foolish she was for pursuing such a goal, fully aware that victory was beyond her grasp. That overbearing personality of hers seemed like a considerable obstacle in her path, rendering her incapable of achieving anything with such an approach.

"Slim, huh? More like nonexistent," I remarked.

"I was attempting to phrase it delicately, but leave it to you to just voice that out. Well, you\'re correct, though. She stands no chance against Francesca of the second year\'s gold class," Gabriella replied. She gracefully shed her lab coat, letting it cascade from her body, and then proceeded to peel off her turtleneck clothes.

As I observed her, my thoughts drifted to the woman Titania intended to challenge for the presidency.

Francesca happened to be one of the women currently captivating my attention, but being a second-year student posed a challenge in terms of dominance. If I wanted to assert my control over her, I needed to find a way to get closer.

If that\'s the case, supporting Titania could prove to be a shrewd move. Her bid for the presidency might pave the way for me to engage with Francesca. In this scenario, the prospect of interacting with both women I sought to conquer seemed like a tantalizing opportunity. Who would pass up a chance to dispatch two birds with one stone?

"Nice job, Gabriella. You\'ve done well," I complimented, my gaze lingering on her. She stood before me, adorned in nothing but alluring lingerie. Her thigh-high black stockings, held up by a lacy floral garter belt cinched high on her waist, oozed an undeniable allure. The bra, featuring slits to expose her nipples, revealed meticulous preparation for this encounter.

"Can I have my reward now?"

"That can wait. We have plenty of time. How about you get on all fours and come to me here."

"O-Okay."

She adopted the posture of a submissive pet, gracefully moving on all fours towards me. A captivating blush adorned her face, and warm, steamy breath escaped her parted lips, casting a seductive aura as she looked at me with eyes brimming with unbridled lust. My gaze, initially an observer, gradually succumbed to the same fiery desire. It felt surreal—this captivating professor was mine. Who would believe that a loner like me in my past life could claim a woman as sexy as her? The thought was inconceivable.

Sliding off the bed, I towered over her, eventually seating myself on her back while she remained on all fours. My hand boldly ventured to her shapely ass, securing a firm grasp on one cheek.

"Now, then," I uttered, placing the entirety of my weight on her back. Her arms trembled under the strain, shaking unsteadily as they endeavored to bear my imposing load. Yet, she exhibited remarkable resilience, holding on without faltering. "I suppose it\'s time for me to conquer Titania."

I raised my hand, the one firmly gripping one of her ass cheeks, and delivered a resounding smack onto the supple curve of her backside. The distinctive sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the air, a testament to the intensity of the impact.