Chapter 1: Fucked Raw By My Professor Daddy

 Gwen had been planning it for weeks.

Nineteen years old and completely obsessed with her anatomy professor, she finally stopped holding back. The mesh baby-tee crop top clung to her like a second skin, stretched tight over her large, heavy breasts. It barely covered the soft undersides, and her hard pink nipples pushed clearly against the sheer fabric. The micro mini skirt was so short it was almost indecent. Underneath it, she wore nothing.

Every time she let her thighs fall open, she knew he could see everything.

Professor Kim Ji-Hwan was twenty-eight, dangerously handsome, and built like pure sin. Muscular shoulders filled out his black shirt. An eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, and several ear piercings caught the light whenever he moved. He was the kind of man who made the word “Daddy” feel natural on her tongue long before she ever said it out loud.

He was mid-sentence about the pudendal nerve when his dark eyes landed on her again.

She watched the muscle in his jaw tighten. His gaze dropped—slowly, deliberately—to the outline of her nipples, then lower, between her open thighs. For a second he looked almost angry. Then he forced his attention back to the board, voice rougher than before.

She smiled to herself and spread her legs wider.

Heat pulsed between her legs. Gwen had been wet since the moment she walked into the room. Weeks of teasing him—no bra, lace tops, deliberate flashes—had led to this. Today she wanted him to break.

When he finally spoke to her, his voice was low and controlled, but there was a rough edge underneath that made her stomach tighten.

“Miss… you’re particularly attentive today. Something on your mind you’d like to share with the class? Or is the view from that seat just that fascinating?”

She bit her lip, playing innocent even as her pulse raced.

“Oh no, Professor Kim. I’m just paying attention. You seem particularly troubled… is something wrong?”

The bell rang before he could answer.

Students began packing up. Chairs scraped. Voices rose. One by one they left until the lecture hall was almost empty. The last door clicked shut.

Silence settled over the room like a held breath.

Professor Kim set his marker down slowly. Then he stepped out from behind the desk. He no longer tried to hide the thick, obvious bulge straining the front of his black slacks.

“Troubled,” he repeated, voice low. He walked toward her desk, dark eyes dragging over her body without shame. “You walk into my class dressed like that—” his gaze dropped to her mesh top, to the hard nipples, to the soft heavy undersides of her breasts, then lower to the bare pussy she had been flashing him all period “—and you ask if something’s wrong?”

He stopped in front of her desk, close enough that she could see exactly how hard he was. Her mouth went dry.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks. No bra. Lace. Those little shirts. Spreading your legs so I get a perfect view of that pretty cunt every time I look your way. And today you decided to make it impossible to ignore.”

He leaned one hand on the edge of her desk, crowding her space. The heat of his body and the scent of his cologne wrapped around her. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

“So tell me, little student… was all of this just ‘paying attention’? Or did you finally decide you wanted your professor’s attention in a very different way?”

She looked up at him, breathing shallow. The way he stared at her made her even wetter.

“I wanted my professor’s attention for so long,” she whispered. “So tell me, Professor Kim… am I not pretty enough to demand it?”

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes.

He tipped her chin up with two fingers, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. The simple touch sent a shiver straight down her spine.

“Pretty enough?” His voice was velvet and rough at the same time. “You’ve been the only thing I can think about for weeks. Every time you walk in without a bra, every time those soft heavy tits bounce under those thin little tops, every time you open your legs and show me that bare, pretty pussy… I’ve been hard under this desk, counting the minutes until class ends.”

He leaned in closer, breath ghosting over her lips. The thick bulge in his slacks pressed against the edge of the desk, only inches from her.

“You’re not just pretty enough. You’re fucking dangerous. Nineteen years old, sitting in my anatomy class dressed like you want to be bent over this desk and taught something the textbook never covered.”

His hand slid down her neck, then lower. He hooked a finger under the hem of her mesh top and tugged it up just enough to feel the soft, warm underside of her breast before letting the fabric fall again. The brief contact made her thighs press together.

“So yes. You have my full attention now. The question is… what are you going to do with it? Because if you keep looking at me like that and biting that lip, I’m going to lock the door, pull that tiny skirt up, and find out exactly how wet that teasing little cunt is for her professor.”

She stared up at him, voice barely above a whisper, the words leaving her before she could stop them.

“Take care of me, Professor Daddy.”