Chapter 16
I woke up the next day. Thankfully, I couldn’t remember my dreams, but I had a feeling they were unpleasant. I knew I had to face the day. I couldn’t keep hiding. I took the time cleaning myself up, preparing for the day. I had to talk to my teacher, and I needed her to believe me. I couldn’t look like I was unstable or crazy. That meant I needed to be at my top game.
After checking to make sure my body was clean and my clothes were straight, I headed to the one place I wanted to avoid the most. That was the lunch hall. I steeled myself for what I might see. I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, and there they were, Faith and Riley, surrounded by a crowd of adoring classmates. It would be just my luck that they would be there.
Both girls had become quite popular since coming to this world. Faith gave out small vials of perfume and other scents that she could create, which all the girls admired. The boys, on the other hand, could sense her unbridled sexuality, and they hung to every word she said. I wondered if she was fucking them, or if she was still just banging knights.
Riley was surrounded by people as well, although there was a more reserved quality to her group. The girls were excitedly receiving beauty products from her. In exchange, they listened to her talk about the church. There were even a few who seemed mildly interested in joining. At another time, I might have been deeply worried about this. Would Riley drag them down the same perverted path she had taken? Unfortunately, I had to push these thoughts aside, as I had my own problems to worry about.
I scanned the room, my eyes finally landing on my teacher, Ms. Diane. She was sitting at a table with a few students, her back straight and her expression serious as she listened to their questions and spoke insightfully. I took a deep breath and made my way over, trying to ignore any words I overheard.
Ms. Diane was a striking figure, exuding an air of both authority and approachability. Her brown hair was styled in a neat bob, with a few loose strands framing her face, adding a touch of softness to her professional appearance. She wore glasses that accentuated her intelligent and piercing eyes, which seemed to hold a world of knowledge and wisdom. Her attire was both elegant and modest, consisting of a crisp white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her lacy bra, paired with a black skirt that fell just above her knees. The skirt’s fit accentuated her curves, while her blouse was tucked in neatly, completing her polished look.
“Excuse me, Ms. Diane,” I said. I shook my head, realizing I was checking her out. “May I speak with you privately?”
Ms. Diane looked up at me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my appearance. “Connor, what is it? You can ask me anything.”
I glanced at the students surrounding her, their eyes curious and eager. “It’s important, Teacher. It can’t wait.”
She tilted her head as if she didn’t quite get what I was saying. Those next to her were whispering to each other. A couple were even giggling. I noticed that my movements were being stared at by both Faith and Riley. If they saw me go talk to my teacher, they might realize what was going on. I realized in that moment that I couldn’t just tell her openly. If I did, the despicable prince might do something about it.
“Nothing, it’s fine,” I told her, and then turned around and walked away.
She blinked, but then went back to talking with the students while eating her meal. Meanwhile, I pulled out a small piece of paper and a pen. This pen was a standard ballpoint. I had it in my pocket when I came to this world, and I had kept it, thinking it might have some use. Today was the first time it did. I quickly wrote a note and then waited.
As Ms. Diane finished her meal, I picked up my tray and began heading in the same direction at the same time. As we moved toward each other, I pretended to trip, sending he entire tray flipping onto Ms. Diane’s chest.
“Ahhh!” She cried out in shock.
“Oh no!” I stated exaggeratedly. “Let me help.”
I pulled out a napkin and then began trying to dry off the mess. It only took me a few moments to realize I was touching her breasts. She had her hands on her hips and was tapping her heels as she looked at me with a fiery expression.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She declared.
I turned red accidentally that time, but I knew I couldn’t just give up. I continued to pat her chest. I slipped out my note and slid it into her bra. Her eyes widened, but that was when two hands grabbed mine and pulled them away.
“What are you doing?” Prince Cole was standing there, and right next to him was Kate, who was glaring at me unhappily.
I pulled back, my eyes widening. “Ah! My mistake. S-sorry!”
With that, I turned and fled the lunch room. With luck, no one realized what really happened. Even if I had to embarrass myself, I got the job done. I hadn’t meant to go for her breasts. That had just been an accident. Although they were quite soft and warm. My hands opened and closed a few times as I recalled the feel. I spent the rest of the day in the treasury, my mind a bit distracted about what was going to happen later.
I waited for night to fall, and then after stopping at my room for a bit, snuck out and made my way to my teacher’s room, my heart pounding in my chest. I walked up to the door and then grabbed the doorknob. I turned it ever so slowly and was relieved when it actually turned. That was what my note had said. I had asked her to leave the door unlocked so I could sneak in and we could talk. With my mirror, I figured I was better at sneaking around than her, so this way, all she had to do was leave her door unlocked.
I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. And there she was, my teacher, standing by the window in a silk nightgown that hugged her curves. The fabric was a deep, rich blue, almost black, and it shimmered in the moonlight. The neckline dipped low, revealing the swell of her breasts, and the hem fell to her ankles, concealing her feet. Her hair was loose, falling in waves down her back, and her eyes were bright and alert as she turned to face me.
I had never thought of my teacher as hot before. My focus had always been on girls in my class, but she was actually really seductive.
“Connor,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I saw your note. What is the meaning of this?”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Teacher, I need to talk to you. It’s about Faith and Riley. And… and other things.”
She nodded, gesturing for me to sit on the bed. “Very well. I’m listening.”
I sat down, my hands clenched in my lap as I tried to find the right words. “It’s about Faith. She’s been… she’s been taken advantage of. By the knights. They’re using her ability to produce smells to make sex pheromones.”
As I thought about Faith, I couldn’t help but remember the times we had fucked. I felt my dick growing. What the hell was that about? Why was I getting excited? I looked over at my teacher. She was watching me, her eyes wide with shock, but she didn’t say anything, so I continued.
“It’s also Riley. She’s been indoctrinated by the church. She thinks that having sex is the highest form of worship. She’s been… she’s been with multiple men. The church is selling her to men like a prostitute.”
Riley getting gangbanged also entered my mind. My heart began to race, and I could feel my cheeks getting hot. This wasn’t the time! I forced myself to continue.
“I suspect that the prince, in fact, the entire royal family, are bad people. They just summoned us to use us as tools. They don’t really care about us at all. We’re all in… in terrible… danger.”
I tried to focus, to keep my mind on the task at hand, but it was no use. The more I talked, the more aroused I became, until I could barely think straight. When I stopped talking, my teacher was silent for a long moment, her expression unreadable.
“Connor,” she said finally, her voice soft. “Are you sure about this? Both girls seem perfectly fine to me. Faith even gave me a perfume that she made. It’s quite lovely, actually. Riley also seems quite at peace lately. If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, those are very big accusations.”
I shook my head, my body trembling as I stared at my teacher. Her body was a true woman’s body. Compared to any of the high school girls I had played with before, I had never had an adult woman. Those big tits, those curvy hips, and that supple body, I clenched my teeth. She didn’t understand. They were broken now. I was broken, too.
“Conor, are you okay?” She reached out and grabbed my cheeks.
Her touch was like electricity. All of my restraint collapsed, and I found myself lunging at her. I pushed Ms. Diane down onto the bed.
“What are you….Mmm!” Before she could stop me, I kissed her roughly.
I had never kissed an adult woman. Ms. Diane’s lips were soft. They tasted sweet, and her tongue was surprisingly submissive as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. My cock was harder than it ever had been, and as I rubbed it against her thigh, she let out a moan that only served to fuel my desire. I couldn’t get her gown off fast enough, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the buttons. But eventually, I had her exposed, her naked body underneath me.
She tried to resist, pushing against me and trying to pull away, but my desire was greater than her resistance. I held her down, pinning her wrists above her head, and forced myself inside her. The feeling of her warmth engulfing me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As I moved against her, her cries filled the room, a mix of pleasure and protest. It was clear that she was struggling, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. I could only want. I was lost in a haze of lust, driven by a need that I didn’t fully understand.
“Please, Connor, stop!” She cried out. “You can’t do this!”
But her words fell on deaf ears as I continued to thrust into her, chasing my own pleasure without regard for her pain. I couldn’t help but notice that despite her protests, her body seemed to be responding to mine, her nipples hard and her breathing ragged. She liked it when I fucked her. It only made me more ravenous. I wanted to consume her entirely.
I could see the tears in her eyes, and I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t. It was as if something had taken control of me. My body moved on its own, seeking its release with a single-minded determination that left no room for empathy or reason. It was like I was possessed. I plunged my face into her tits. They were so big and soft. I squeezed them and then sucked on her nipple.
She let out a cry and pushed at my head, trying to get me to stop, but I held tight, my teeth grazing her skin as I continued to take what I wanted. I felt her writhing beneath me, her hips bucking against mine, and I knew that she was close to her own release. I quickened my pace, driving into her with a ferocity that I didn’t recognize in myself. I was an animal. A beast that had no mind but to fuck the woman underneath me.
“Please, stop! If you keep going…” She cried out, but I ignored these cries.
I was lost to the sound of our bodies colliding. It was a primal symphony that seemed to reverberate through the room, drowning out all other sounds and thoughts. I felt my own climax building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. And then, as if on cue, Ms. Diane’s body stiffened and she let out a final, shuddering moan.
“No… not inside!” She begged.
Yet, I didn’t listen. Her release triggered mine, and I exploded inside her, my body spasming as I emptied myself into her. We collapsed together on the bed, both of us panting and spent. As the fog of desire began to clear, the weight of what I had done crashed down on me, crushing me with guilt and shame.
I looked down at Ms. Diane, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her forced orgasm. She was crying now, her eyes red and puffy, and I felt my stomach twist in knots. What had I become? How could I have let myself lose control like that?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and shaky. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to…”
But my words fell flat, hollow in the wake of my actions. I had violated my own teacher, taken her against her will, and no apology could make up for that. I sat up, moving away from her, and tried to gather my thoughts. I had to get out of here, to put as much distance between myself and what I had done as possible. But as I stood up, I felt a hand on my arm, stopping me. I looked back at Ms. Diane, her face a mixture of sadness and fear.
“Connor,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t know you were such a person.”
“I…” I didn’t know what else to say.
I had raped my teacher.
“It’s… better that it was me, than a student.” She let go of my arm. “I won’t tell anyone. Just go.”
I felt an extreme pain in my chest, but I still turned and left. It was only when I was halfway back to my room that the words she had spoken earlier hit me. Faith had given her perfume! What if it contained pheromones? They must have set me up!
My expression darkened. I wouldn’t let them screw me over again!