Chapter 12: Chapter 2 - The Woman Named Shredica (6)

I pounded Gabriella in the missionary position with an intensity that sent shivers through the room, causing her body to pitch forward perilously close to the edge of the desk we were entangled on.

The room echoed with the rhythmic slaps of our bodies colliding. I had already released my seed inside her five times, and the top of her crotch swelled with the pooled semen, my throbbing member still lodged within.

In a fervor, I stripped away all of her upper garments and discarded her miniskirt, leaving only the seductive sheen of pantyhose that accentuated every curve.

"Ahhhh! Ah, Ah! Master, please, no more! Have mercy!"

Ignoring her pleas, I persisted, driving her to a state of ecstasy that surpassed my own climaxes by threefold. With each forceful thrust, Gabriella's breath came in ragged gasps. As I continued my assault, I seized one of her exposed nipples between my lips, alternating between sucking and nibbling.

"Nhhiii?! D-Don't suck on my breast nowwww!"

Her body writhed in the throes of our carnal embrace, and as I skillfully licked and rolled her engorged nipple with my tongue, she screamed in a desperate blend of pleasure and surrender.

"M-Master, I'm cumm...ingg!!"

"That's it, surrender to the pleasure. Let it consume you. Cum as hard as you can!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Gabrielle's body contorted beneath me, a symphony of quivers and vibrations echoing the intensity of her impending climax. In response, my throbbing meat rod convulsed with an uncontrollable rhythm, sending electrifying pulses through my urethra as if my very essence sought liberation. A scalding torrent of cloudy fluids erupted, painting the canvas of her womb with the culmination of our fervent union.

"Fuahhhhh—cumming, I'm cummmmmmmming!"

With her back arched and in a rhythmic spasm, Gabrielle's velvety walls tightened around my pulsating object, greedily attempting to draw every last drop of my essence into her depths.

Still, even after the torrential release, I persisted, my unyielding dick still throbbing with unrelenting hardness.

"Eh?! Again?!"

"Why are you so shocked, Gabrielle? It's not as if you're still not accustomed to it, right?"

I resumed pounding her once again. With each forceful thrust, the previously lodged semen deep within her pussy oozed out, as if I were scraping it off of her.

Looking down at her, I noticed her eyes rolled back, only the whites visible. It seemed like she was approaching her limit. I felt a twinge of guilt for pushing her to this point, but who could blame me? A sexy professor like her, with a top-notch pussy—there was no way I'd settle for just one round.

***

Gabrielle lay there, collapsed on top of the desk, resembling a cat luxuriously basking in the sun during a nap. My cloudy fluids spilled from her filled pussy, creating a sensual spectacle.

Rubbing my dick up and down, I admired her sweaty, sexy face. As I felt the familiar sensation of cumming, pleasure caused me to tiptoe, and I released my thick and abundant white fluid onto her face first, then her breasts, and finally her stomach. Even though this was the seventh time now, my semen showed no signs of diminishing in volume.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of her in that post-climax state. Checking out the picture, damn, she looked amazing covered in my cum, her sweaty body, sexy face, and golden hair messy and slicked on her face—it was a masterpiece.

"Haa... That felt good," I said, making my way to her chair and taking a seat.

Gabrielle shot me a pout. "M-Master, you meanie."

"Didn't you enjoy it?" I teased with a smile.

"Of course, I liked it, but can you please give me a break when I say so? I thought I was a goner there for a second."

"If you enjoyed it, then it's all good, right?" I grinned. Standing up, I presented my semi-hard dick to her, still impressive in size compared to her face.

Gabrielle knew the routine and willingly opened her mouth. I guided my dick inside, letting her suck off the remaining semen lingering on my urethra. Her skilled tongue worked wonders, leaving me in awe. This woman's talents knew no bounds, both top and bottom.

The temptation to plunge deeper, to explore the depths of her throat, was strong, but time pressed on. It was already 10 P.M., and the dormitory loomed with potential inquiries if my return was delayed. Suspicion would be inevitable. Rumors of Gabrielle and me not returning to our designated rooms—the dormitory for me and the professors' dormitory for her—would stir curiosity and judgment.

After granting her a moment of blissful attention to my dick, I collected my scattered clothes. "I'm heading back to the dormitory now," I declared. "Clean yourself up before returning to the professors' dorm." Fully dressed, I approached the door, swung it open, and, before stepping out, added, "And don't forget to cover for me."

"Yes, yes. I know," she replied. Sitting up, she scooped off the semen from her face with her fingers, sensually bringing them to her mouth.

As enticing as the scene was, time was of the essence. I left her there, closing the door behind me.

On my journey back to the dormitory, amidst the academy's grandeur, a fountain served as a centerpiece. Unexpectedly, near the bulletin board, I spotted someone whose silhouette leaned against it. As my presence registered, they turned, revealing a pair of icy eyes scrutinizing me.

"What took you so long?" They spat, disdain lacing their words. "I've been waiting for you, what, five hours already? What kind of marathon did you partake in Professor Gabrielle's office that it stretched for five hours?"

The woman with purple hair, the one who had been following me earlier, was none other than Shredica.

"W-What do you mean? I didn't go to the professor's office," I stammered. It wasn't a feigned stutter; it was genuine nervousness.

How hadn't I noticed? Perhaps, my overwhelming horniness had blinded me to my surroundings. It made sense. Suppressing my nervousness, I steadied myself.

"Don't lie to me." Shredica materialized in front of me so swiftly it felt as though she were the very wind. "I saw you walk into her office. What did you do?"

Her face hovered dangerously close, our noses mere inches apart. Her piercing, cold blue eyes bore into my soul.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered.

"You really have no idea?"

"If I did, I would know exactly what you're talking about."

Sparks seemed to fly from her eyes as our gazes locked. After a tense moment, I decided to break the standoff. I pushed her aside and began to distance myself. In that very instant, a sense of impending danger gripped me. It seemed aimed at my head, prompting me to instinctively tilt it to the side to avoid a direct hit, although some strands of hair still got caught in the turmoil.

I spun around, locking eyes with her. "You..."

In her hand, she held a silenced pistol, smoke wafting from its muzzle. She had tried to shoot me. No, it was more than that. She was testing me.

"How did you dodge that?" she asked, a smirk gracing her face. It marked the first time I'd seen her smile, and though it was strikingly beautiful, I harbored an impulse to wipe it away. "You're not... really a loser and a weakling, are you, Mr. Leon?"

Silently, I gazed back at her, choosing not to utter a word.

"It's weird, you know," she remarked, the same smile lingering on her face, the gun still leveled at me. "Even though you're tagged as weak, I couldn't sense that from you. But, I chose to overlook it since I didn't care about what you were hiding at the time. As long as you didn't get in my way, I had no interest in you. However, what you did yesterday? That piqued my curiosity. How did you escape serious injury from that clown's punch, a punch that could've been lethal? The answer struck me immediately. You jumped backward to lessen the impact, didn't you? Why was I so sure? Because I've done that multiple times myself. You see, I've always been in wars. Even at a young age, I became a commander, winning battles. Constantly facing threats to my life, I honed my reflexes to the point where my body instinctively reacts to danger. Just like what you did just now, dodging that incoming bullet by a hair's breadth."

". . . . . ."

"Seeing you pull that off just now, I became convinced. You're just like me. However, you must understand, Mr. Leon, that our similarities don't mean we're on the same side," Shredica continued, her eyes still piercing through me. "I have my goals, and I won't let anyone stand in my way. So, answer me truthfully: What is your agenda, and what were you doing in Professor Gabrielle's office for so long?"

I remained silent for a moment, weighing my words carefully. "I don't have any agenda against you or anyone else. As for Professor Gabrielle's office, I was just talking with her. Nothing more, nothing less."

Shredica's smile faded, replaced by a stern expression. "Talking? For five hours? You expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth. We were just talking."

She eased the gun down slightly but retained her grip. "Fine. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now, Mr. Leon," she said, her smile returning with a hint of skepticism, "Let me ask you then. Are you an agent?"

The unexpected question left me puzzled. "Agent?"

"An agent of a country attempting to gather information here, posing as a student. I mean, there's no way someone with that fighting capability could be just a random, normal student, right?"

"I'm not. I'm just a regular guy with no special skills. As for what you're thinking about me, you're wrong. I was raised by nuns and trained my whole life because I wanted to get stronger. If you doubt me, go ahead and investigate, for all I care."

It's not like you'll find anything beyond the fact that I was raised by nuns anyway.

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