Miss Kelly became a widow a year ago after her husband died unexpectedly. She had never been with anyone else.
The thought of dating again was terrifying, and she was too shy to meet people, worried about what others would think.
The lack of intimacy left her with immense pent-up energy.
This craving was now channeled entirely into her wardrobe, she started wearing extremely tight and revealing clothes to class, trying to get intense stares from young men.
She would use the memory of those stares for masturbation later, and she found she couldn't stop this habit.
Liam walked slowly to the front, swinging his backpack. He watched her every move.
Miss Kelly turned to face him, tossing the marker down onto the tray.
She wore a thin white silk blouse, unbuttoned low enough to show the valley between her breasts.
The fabric was so light you saw the black bra underneath. Her skirt was a tight red pencil skirt that stopped six inches above her knee.
She wore sheer black stockings and high black stiletto pumps. She crossed her arms tightly, attempting to look dominant and intimidating.
The pose only served to push her full breasts higher against the silk.
Liam's eyes stayed fixed on her, tracking up her legs, past the tight skirt, then to the white silk stretched across her chest where the dark bra outline showed, before he finally looked above her head.
A slow, knowing smirk crossed his lips.
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'Maybe I will go all the way with Miss Kelly. Her figure is just too tempting.'
Miss Kelly noticed his intense, shameless glare. It made her neck and cheeks flush, but she had to bring herself to demand he stop looking.
She had to address his attendance.
"Mr. Carter," she said sharply. "You missed my entire class yesterday. No email, no note, nothing. And today you show up an hour late." She paused.
"Do you think my class isn't worth your time?" she continued, her voice rising slightly. "Because if that's the case, you can drop it right now and save us both the trouble."
Liam set his bag down on the nearest desk with a small thud. He met her gaze, his expression steady. "It's not what you think. My mom was in the hospital, Miss Kelly."
After she heard what Liam said, her hands dropped from her chest immediately.
Her expression changed completely; the manufactured anger disappeared, replaced by genuine shock and sympathy.
The sudden shift was quick. "Oh my God. Is she okay?"
"She collapsed. Had to get emergency surgery," Liam continued, keeping his voice steady and calm, giving only necessary details.
"I was with her all day yesterday. This morning I overslept because I was at the hospital until late last night."
Miss Kelly's hand went on her chest, her fingers clutching the thin silk. "That's, I'm so sorry, Liam. Is she alright now?"
"Yeah. She's recovering. They discharged her this morning."
Liam was quiet, letting her process the news. He noticed the guilt washing over her face for being so harsh.
Everything froze.
Miss Kelly's face locked mid-expression, her eyes fixed, a strand of hair suspended in air. The room fell into complete silence.
The blue screen flickered between them, shining faintly in the empty room.
[Option 1: "You look absolutely incredible, Miss Kelly. Your outfit yesterday was bold, but this red skirt and silk blouse... it's dangerously distracting. You look like you're daring every man in this room to forget his manners. I certainly have." +10 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "Thank you for your concern. She's stable now, but I need to focus on my studies." +0 Lust Points]
Liam took a small, deliberate step into her personal space. He ignored her question and ignored the polite escape route.
"You look absolutely incredible, Miss Kelly," Liam said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register that was completely out of line. He deliberately focused on the clothes that were meant to attract attention.
"Your outfit yesterday was bold, but this red skirt and silk blouse... it's dangerously distracting. You look like you're daring every man in this room to forget his manners. I certainly have."
Color rushed into Miss Kelly's face, a deep, burning red. She stumbled back a step, shaking her head.
"Liam! That is enough!" she yelled, her voice breaking. "I am your teacher! You cannot speak to me that way! I could report you!"
Liam stood firm, his expression unchanged. He watched her hand twitch upward.
'Okay, system, where's the next text?' Liam thought to himself, completely composed. 'Oh God, it looks like she's about to slap me.' He noticed her wrist pull back. 'Is the system actually waiting for me to get hurt like before, waiting until I'm hit before showing the next text?'
Then everything stopped.
Miss Kelly froze mid-motion, her hand suspended in the air. The fluorescent lights hummed but cast no flicker.
The blue screen flickered into Liam's vision again.
[Option 1: Grab her +10 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Do nothing and receive the incoming slap +0 Lust Points]
"I know what I'm choosing," he said as he swiped his hand across his face.
'Grab where? Is the system broken?' Liam thought, confused by the lack of detail. 'It doesn't matter. I need the points.'
Before she could continue her yelling or act on her impulse to strike him, Liam took a quick, decisive step.
His hands shot out, bypassing her waist and clamping down hard on the firm flesh of her ass, right under the tight red fabric.
He didn't hesitate; he used the grip to yank her forward, pulling her body flush against his in a sudden, shocking move. Miss Kelly gasped, totally unable to resist.
She was trapped, chest to chest, forced to look into his eyes. She felt the hardness of his body against hers. Her mind screamed student, but her body reacted instantly to the pressure.
She noticed his powerful build under his t-shirt.
The firm grip on her butt felt amazing, the first strong and demanding touch she'd felt in months. She was starting to tell him to stop, though the word felt weak on her tongue.
Liam felt his own body react.
The pressure of her chest against his, the softness of her rear in his hands, and the forbidden nature of it all caused an immediate reaction.
He was pressing into her, and he knew she could feel him hardening against her stomach.
Liam squeezed harder with both hands, kneading the soft flesh beneath the tight fabric.
Miss Kelly let out a loud but soft moan, a sound of utter surrender. Her eyes flickered down to the bulge against her stomach.
Her breath hitched. She was still good enough to make a young man hard. A shocking wave of gladness washed over her before the shame could register.
'The system didn't give specifics on where to touch,' Liam thought, a wide, predatory grin spreading across his face.
He kept pressing her butt, anchoring her hips to his.
Then, he moved one hand up to cup her full breast, pressing against the white silk.
'Damn! I thought Clara had exclusive rights to these,' he thought, genuinely surprised by the size and softness, identical specifications. He continued his dual-hand operation like he was testing produce at a farmer's market.
"You must really like this," he whispered, his face inches from hers, enjoying the ragged sound of her breathing. "You're trembling like this is exactly what you wanted."
Miss Kelly's eyes were shut tight, her body arching into his hands. She was losing control.
The shame filled with resolve to stop him was dissolving under the intense pleasure. Her right hand started to move toward his arm, a final, weak attempt to pull his hand from her chest.
Liam followed her hand's movement.
As her hand lowered his own, he released her breast and, with lightning-fast intuition, plunged his hand down the front of her skirt.
He slid his palm against the fabric, right against the hidden, throbbing core of her desire.
She let out a loud, high-pitched moan that echoed slightly in the empty room.
"So, you wanted me to place my hand here, right?" he said, his grin widening, his voice now a low.
"No! I was trying to make you stop!" she gasped, twisting her head away from his mouth.
"It doesn't seem like that's what you want," he replied, using the powerful grip on her butt to keep her locked against him. "You're twisting and pressing your hips into my hand. You are enjoying it."
"No, I'm not! I am still your teacher! Stop this!" she pleaded.
"Why don't you stop me, then?" he challenged.
She couldn't reply.
She felt completely weak.
The shock of pleasure had left her dizzy and unable to move.
She knew she didn't have the strength to fight him off, not with his hand where it was. Her legs felt like rubber.
Liam was about to continue the intense caress, savoring her immediate surrender and waiting patiently for the System to drop the final, third option that would surely grant him the last of the points.
Suddenly, a loud, sharp ring erupted from his pocket.
DING!
DING!
He fumbled with his jeans, pulling out his phone. The notification was blinding:
[Reminder: ETHICS/ECONOMICS Prof. Hayes]
'Shit! Economics! I completely forgot about that class!'
The brutal reality of his attendance record slammed into him. He needed to be in that class. He immediately released his grip on her butt and pulled his hand from her skirt.
Miss Kelly, having lost his support and utterly spent, sagged instantly, dropping onto her knees on the classroom floor.
Liam grabbed his bag quickly. He looked down at her, kneeling there, her beautiful, professional facade completely shattered.
"We're not done yet, Miss Kelly," he said, his voice flat, but full of clear promise. He didn't wait for her to answer. He turned and ran out of the room.
Miss Kelly could only stare at him as he left, kneeling on the carpet. A part of her was raging, but a huge, dominant part of her body was already tingling with excitement, desperate for him to return and finish what he had started.