Taking The Sex Pill. Extreme Urge.

Professor Dean's POV

I got to school the next day already half-hard.

I’d taken a couple of those little pills before, the ones that kept me alert, focused, and ready for action when the moment came.

My cock hadn’t gone soft since morning. All I needed was Lucy to show up. That tight little thing… Today, I planned to ruin her in the bathroom right behind my office. I’d already imagined bending her over the sink, her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle the sounds.

But then, ping a message.

“I’m exhausted, sir. I helped mum clean the entire compound. I’ll come tomorrow.”

Just like that, my brain scrambled. My pulse kicked. My cock throbbed uselessly in my trousers.

Damn it.

Masturbation? After all this buildup? No. I needed a pussy. Hot, wet, real. Only that could satisfy this aching need clawing through me.

And then, like divine punishment or providence, she walked in.

Miss Clara.

She stood tall, poised, the kind of woman who didn’t just walk, she glided. Her curves filled her cloth