Bend me over, Professor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

I stared at my reflection in the lecture hall window long after everyone else had escaped to their normal, non-psychologically complicated lives. My notebook was still open to a completely blank page because apparently I'd spent the entire class having an internal crisis instead of taking notes about Victorian poetry."I'm nothing like her," I whispered to my ghost reflection, pressing my fingers to my chest like I could physically slow the panic building there.But that didn't stop the questions from multiplying like rabbits in my brain.What the fuck had I actually witnessed in Vanelope's office? What did it mean for me? And why couldn't I stop thinking about the way she'd dropped to her knees like muscle memory?My feet carried me toward Martinez's office before my brain could talk them out of it. Heart pounding, mouth desert-dry, fingers curled into fists as I knocked on his pretentious heavy door."Come in."I stepped inside and shut the door with t

I dropped my bag by the door, immediately hit by that familiar scent of home—vanilla candles, Chantelle's expensive shampoo, and the lingering ghost of last night's takeout. Normally it's comforting. Today it felt like walking into an interrogation room disguised as an apartment. Chantelle was curled on the couch in full hermit mode—hoodie up, half-demolished bag of chips in her lap, hair doing that thing where it looks like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket. The moment she looked up, I knew I was fucked. "You're alive," she said, eyes narrowing like a detective who'd just cracked a case. "Fantastic. Because you need to explain why Dr. Vanelope showed up at our door asking where the hell you were." My brain short-circuited. "Wait, what?" "Yeah." She sat up, tossing the chips aside with the kind of dramatic flair that suggested she'd been rehearsing this moment. "Full-on power blazer, killer heels, professional

My lips parted, trembling with anticipation and heat, and Alessandro didn’t hesitate. He pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, slow and possessive—like he had all the time in the world to defile me right in front of Evan .“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding in deeper. “Take it all, just like that.”I gagged softly around him, my throat stretching as he pressed farther in. One of his hands tangled in my hair, the other resting heavy on the back of my head. He didn’t stop for a second, didn't give me time to adjust. Alessandro held me there, cock buried in my throat, the heat of him making my eyes water.“Look at me,” he ordered.I blinked up, tears clinging to my lashes, lips stretched wide around his thick length. His gaze was brutal, feral—dripping with possessive pride. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of Evan , still silent, still watching. I moaned around Alessandro’s cock at the humiliation… at the power of it.“So fucking beautiful,” Alessa

I stared at him. The word echoed through me like a gunshot in a cathedral, shattering everything I thought I was holding together.Kneel.It hadn’t been a suggestion. There was no invitation in his voice, no coaxing. Just power. Dark and quiet and absolute. An order made of silk and steel.And I obeyed it.My knees sank to the cold floor with a muted thud. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think. I just moved like my body had been waiting for that one word all along. My palms rested on trembling thighs, fingers curling into the fabric of my jeans as my chest rose and fell in uneven waves.I should’ve felt shame. Or rage. Or fear. But all I felt was relief.Like falling into the arms of something that had always been waiting for me. Something I had always been afraid to need.Alessandro moved slowly, deliberately, each step toward me like the ticking of a fuse. When he stopped, his shoes were just inches from my knees, and I could smell him—clean soap, spice,

The second Alessandro was escorted out, the classroom went full fucking nuclear. Chairs scraped back like students were evacuating a disaster zone. Whispers flew across rows like ammunition, phones materializing faster than you could say "academic scandal.""Did you see his face?""Someone said he was sleeping with a student.""Is it true? Is it her?"I sat frozen, jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth, hands curled into fists that could probably punch through my desk. My pulse was doing this thing where it forgot how to function normally, but I heard Chantelle's voice cutting through the chaos like a foghorn."What the actual fuck does Dr. Vanelope have on him?" she asked, eyes wide as dinner plates. "Like, what did she even report? And does she— Oh fuck, does she know about you two?"I swallowed what felt like broken glass and lied, "I don't know."Chantelle leaned closer, voice dropping to that stage whisper that somehow carries better than reg