Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Rose’s POVDinner was served soon after—perfectly seared ribeyes with a rich red-wine reduction that glistened darkly like liquid garnet across the meat- Extend dinner feeding with finger-fed cum bites and bond-synced dirty talk about future claiming spots.Crispy roasted baby potatoes tossed in fragrant rosemary and garlic until their skins crackled with golden edges, and tender asparagus spears drizzled in melted butter that pooled in silky rivulets. Jason plated everything with surprising elegance for an alpha who had just spent the last twenty minutes on his knees devouring my pussy like it was the only meal he truly craved, his silver hair still tousled and damp, a faint sheen of my slick still catching the light on his chin before he wiped it away. He pulled his own stool closer to mine with a low scrape of wood on tile, positioning himself so he could feed me directly from his fork while his free hand rested possessively high on my thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles that made m

Rose's POV I whimpered, my voice cracking into a desperate, breathy sob as my pace turned frantic. My hips slammed down harder onto Professor Jason Voss’s thick cock, the wet, obscene slap of my soaked pussy meeting his pelvis echoing through his sunlit faculty quarters like the filthiest symphony imaginable. The bond between us blazed white-hot, flooding my mind with his raw, alpha hunger—- Add the sticky warmth of cum trickling down her thigh, each pulse of the bond echoing his satisfaction as she clings to him, whispering, "I love being your secret student."How much he loved watching his favorite student fall apart on him, how the sight of my full tits bouncing wildly and my claiming marks glowing under the morning light made his knot threaten to swell even though he’d forbidden it for now. Every downward grind sent sparks shooting through my clit, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around his massive length like they never wanted to let him go. “Jason—Professor—alpha—please

Rose's POV By the time Professor Voss dismissed the class with that smooth, commanding voice—“Dismissed. Miss Hale, see me after your next seminar for supplementary reading on Article IX”—the front of my skirt was a warm, sticky disaster, the thin charcoal fabric clinging obscen- Deepen humiliation by having Lila force you to stand and display the physical evidence of your morning with Jason, turning the crowd’s stares into a spotlight of shame. They were staring to my bare thighs where his cum had already begun to seep through in dark, telltale patches. I stood on shaky legs, the wooden chair scraping loudly against the floor as I gathered my notebook with trembling fingers. Every tiny shift sent another thick, warm trickle of his release sliding down the inside of my left thigh, slow and deliberate, like a filthy secret that refused to stay hidden. The bond pulsed with his dark, possessive satisfaction, a velvet caress wrapping around my mind: *Good girl. Still so full of me, R

Rose's POV The bond flared sharply then, Jason’s worry crashing into me like a tidal wave, laced with raw, protective fury that made my chest clench and my breath hitch mid-sob. *Rose? Love, what happened? I feel your pain—gods, it’s tearing through the bond like fire. It’s breaking my heart, little student. Where are you? Talk to me. I’m leaving the meeting right now—screw the department head. I can feel you crumbling, Rose. Breathe for me.*I cried harder, too ashamed at first to answer aloud, the words spilling silently through the link between broken, gasping sobs that shook my whole body. “They hate me, Jason. Lila Voss cornered me in the cafeteria—in front of *everyone*. The whole hall was watching, phones out, recording every second. She called me your cum-dump… your desperate whore in heat… said I’m just a walking fucktoy you use for easy knots and grades. That I have no self-respect, that I’m ruining every other omega by being such a pathetic slut who spreads for power and a

Rose’s POV Jason didn’t let go of me when we stepped into the hallway.Not for a second.The door shut behind us with a heavy, final click that echoed down the corridor like a verdict.Inside that room, there had been humiliation, yes—burning, unbearable, sharp enough to leave bruises where no one could see them—but there had also been a kind of shelter in it. A boundary. A place where the worst of it had happened behind closed doors, where I could at least pretend the damage had not yet spread beyond me.Outside…Outside was where it became real.Outside was where humiliation became rumor.Where pain became spectacle.Where one moment stopped belonging to me and started belonging to everyone else.The world hit me all at once.Sound returned first, loud and disorienting after the unnatural stillness of the room behind us. Footsteps rang against polished stone. Voices rose and fell in overlapping currents. A burst of laughter cut down the corridor from somewhere unseen, too sharp to