My Teacher Milady Novels & Stories

“CENT, HEY GIRLIE!” The faint familiar voice of Matilda stood out amidst the buzzing noise in the hallway. After the three-hour lecture led by the crazy teacher, Asmodeus the Lustful. Instead of using her butterflies, Cent decided to walk and manifest her real form. Upon remembering what those students said during the class of History of Demonic Arts, Cent realized that being the conventional nobody would surely lead to her untimely death.

How frustrating and unsettling it is. “Can you teach me one of these days how to ride a horse? Well! Henry is supposed to teach me but it seems that he is busy with I don’t know and I don’t care; besides HE is a terrible teacher. I might end up falling on my face if he is the one teaching me. You’re expert in horses and friendly too; I bet you’re more a teacher type than His Highness.” I said I can’t hide the sound of being pissed in my voice just by mentioning that A. “Yes definitely Milady, I will be glad to teach you. Just come and tell me when we will start. And wear something appropriate for riding Milady.” Ram said as I smile and said my thanks.

Who should I blame for that? Obsession phase. The moments where I was obsessed and a simp for things that were trending back then. I could say I always liked to follow the trend back then, it made me feel I wasn't ignored and I belonged to some groups. It was quite an experience, finding warmth on things. But the entertainment here is quite not my type or much entertaining for a 21st century girl. It was expected but I could help but think that I hope my internet and cellphone are here. "Milady, you're next lesson would be language. Your class would be on the library of the main building, Soest.” Rita informed me, while combing my hair.

she said, pointing to the entrance to The Ridge, an upscale subdivision of nice homes on fairly large lots. Her mother was Milda, my old English teacher. She was also a knockout, at least back in high school she had been. I guess she was still in her thirties then, with a slim athletic body, tight ass, firm titties and a beautiful smile. Most of the boys in school thought she was hot, and they all fantasized about her, and that helped make Tessa seem hands-off to many of them. "How's Mrs. Milda doing?" I asked.

Miss Joana quickly walked over to him "Oh my gosh, my prince, we meet again. Can't this be because we are soulmates?" All the students immediately stared in shock, how could a teacher speak like that in front of her students? "My prince you are really handsome." "Don't touch me!" Mr. Arka shouted, avoiding when Miss Joana was about to touch his face. "Miss, don't disturb Mr. Arka!" Bella shouted. "You'd better go. Miss is really unclear," said Ella. "That's right, Miss should just go to a fashion show." “Hahahahahahah.”

Derek, sitting across from her studied her, the way her hand trembled as she held the cup while unanswered questions flooded his mind. The History Teacher, Miss Milly, finally stepped into the classroom and the students began taking out their books, with the murmuring dying down. "Sage Storm?" Miss Milly called and Talia jerked her head up at her, dropping the cup on the desk. "Yes, Ma'am?" “Headmistress wants to see you,” Milly announced, making Talia clench her jaw. With a sigh, she stood up and started walking to the door while Damon stared at her back until she walked out of sight.

He wasn’t going to look at her the same, but she wanted all the benefits that came with passing the class. Whilst kneeling, she straightened her spine and spat on the crown of the dildo. She looked up at Professor Beaumont as the residue of the saliva slid down the corners of her lips. “Look how hard and fucking sloppy you are for me. You love seeing me down on my knees for you, don’t you?” She said her first line of dirty talk and felt like the devil himself. She couldn’t believe it was her who said those things.

But I listened to her and followed her back into the castle. By the time I was done freshening up, Hazel already had several evening gowns laying on the bed for me, she paused in the act of lining another heels on the floor when she saw me. She beamed. "You have so many beautiful dresses, Milady! It’s so hard to choose,”she groaned. "Why don't you call me Emma? Milady is weird, for God sake I'm not a queen or princess" I protested but she shook her head. "I am not allowed to address you by your name Milady please do not force me to" She glanced at the clock. "Goddess! You need to start getting dressed" She cried.

I was packing to electrocute some rebels and restore border order like the divine magical storm that I am. And yet—Anita and Norma had other plans. “Milady,” Anita said solemnly, holding up a red silk nightdress so sheer I could see through her soul behind it. “This one says power and seduction.” Norma nodded like this was a tactical strategy meeting. “This one,” she added, pulling out a black lace number that was basically a threat to modesty, “says ‘accidental tent sharing’ in case you and the Duke get stranded in a thunderstorm.”

I tried to keep my voice steady, but the anger was leaking through. I gestured wildly at her clothes. "Is that why you dressed like a literal invitation today? To make sure she couldn't keep her hands off you?" Lila just shrugged, checking her reflection in my mirror. "This is how I always dress, Mia. You know that." "I don't know shit," I growled, standing up to face her. "What I do know is that you just gave a body that was supposed to be exclusively mine to that damn teacher." "She’s not damn,'" Lila countered, her eyes flashing with a defensive heat. "She’s hot. She’s pretty. And she’s... incredibly sweet."