Alex was startled by Liza's sudden declaration that she sensed magic on Alice as she came hurriedly toward him after her "private" conversation with their hottie professor Janeth.
He had heard almost all of it. Every word, every whisper, and the fact that Janeth had asked so much about him left him uneasy. He had thought she was just charmed and hooked by him, but her expressions never showed submission or loss of control. She remained sharp, unpredictable, always in command of herself and the room.
He asked Liza again internally, voice tense in his mind.
'What do you mean you sense magic on her?'
Liza answered quickly, tone cautious but not alarmed. 'Not the dangerous kind, handsome. It's just a very faint, very faint scent of magic on her cheek. I can barely sense it, like a trace left behind by something passing over her skin. It's already fading.'
Alex's crimson eyes sharpened as Alice reached him. She stood in front of him, small figure looking even tinier compared to his tall frame, hands clasped nervously in front of her skirt, thick thighs shifting anxiously.
Her ocean-blue eyes were wide and worried, cheeks still flushed from whatever Janeth had said. She thought she had done something wrong, made him angry as his expression wasn't calm as usual.
"I-I'm sorry, Mas—Alex…" she whispered, voice tiny and trembling, blue eyes dropping to the floor. "If I said something bad… or if I made you upset… I-I didn't mean to…"
Alex waved his hand gently with a small smile, voice soft.
"No, Alice. I just zoned out for a moment. You didn't do anything wrong."
Liza continued in his head, tone still cautious.
'I don't know, man. The magic is gone now—just a mark, a leftover trace. I can't tell if it came from you or someone else. It's so faint it's almost nothing. Anyway… keep your distance from the slutty prof. Let's just watch her from far. No risks.'
Alex nodded, forcing himself to relax. He walked side by side with Alice through the hallway. She stayed close—shy eyes glancing up at him every few steps, thick thighs bumping his leg "accidentally" as she tried to match his stride. He looked down at her and spoke quietly.
"Stay away from Janeth, okay? If she asks you to stay after class again, tell me first."
Alice nodded obediently, ponytail swaying, blue eyes shining with trust.
"Y-Yes, Ma...ster… I p-promise…"
She couldn't stay long—her friend group of girls appeared at the end of the hall, waving at her with giggles on their faces. Alice couldn't handle crowds; she got easily shy and embarrassed, especially when she was with him. She gave him a quick, flustered look, cheeks pink, then hurried off with a soft "B-bye, Alex…" before disappearing into the group.
Alex pulled out his phone and looked at the screen—dozens of messages in their study chat group. Lily ranting about why he was late.
He was already feeling tired from all the events today, but he smiled and walked towards the library building.
Far into the classroom, no one knew his professor Janeth stood before the window and watched down at him walking. A smirk occupied her charming face as she muttered, "I will make you my toy."
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Reaching the library and getting inside, Alex saw the front desk occupied with another bored male volunteer. He waved with a casual "Hey" as he passed, then went straight to his usual corner—quiet, empty, out of sight, and most importantly filled with pretty girls nowadays… along with an annoying tsundere.
He navigated through the bookshelves and soon reached the corner.
Lily spotted him first and exploded.
"Where the hell have you been, pervert?!" she yelled, slamming her pen down on the table, cheeks puffed out in cute tsundere fury. "We have exams in two days and you're late again! Do you even care?!"
Her voice was sharp, but her small figure. A white sleeved shirt clinging to her modest chest, orange pencil skirt hugging her big peachy ass, made the whole tantrum look adorably over-the-top. Orange hair bounced wildly as she gestured at him accusingly.
Alex raised both hands in surrender, smiling faintly.
"Sorry, Lily. Got held up. I'm here now."
Lily huffed with a blush, crossing her arms under her small chest, but the corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile.
"Tch. Just sit down already, idiot. We're behind because of you."
Beside her, Ash's face turned beet red the instant she saw him. She still remembered everything from the morning in the store. How he kissed her mom and Anna like hungry beasts, how she had only managed a shy cheek kiss. Her golden eyes flickered nervously, avoiding his gaze completely. She clutched the edge of her textbook so hard, cheeks glowing, thick thighs pressing tightly together under the table.
Alex gave her a soft, gentle smile.
"Hey, Ash."
Ash squeaked—barely audible—head ducking lower, long brown hair falling forward like a curtain. Wearing again her black huge hoodie but at least without the hood on.
"H-hi… A-Alex…"
Across from them sat Erin—the masochist library girl. Her plump, short figure was made for rough handling. Gigantic soft tits straining her top, thick plump thighs squashed against the wooden chair, fat soft rounded ass spreading wide over the seat, skirt riding up helplessly.
Short purple hair framed her face, and her eyes looked at him with silent, loving hunger and pupils dilated, cheeks flushed deep red, plump lips parted in a tiny, needy pant. She didn't speak, just stared at him with those pleading, glassy eyes that screamed "I miss you, Master". Her body already trembling faintly with anticipation.
Alex gave her a small, knowing nod.
"Been a while, Erin."
Erin's breath hitched audibly. Her blue eyes fluttering half-closed for a second, thick thighs squeezing together so hard the soft flesh spilled over the chair edge. She managed the tiniest whisper, voice shaky and reverent.
"H-hello…"
Alex joined the group after scanning them all with lustful eyes, before sitting down next to Erin on the empty chair. Textbooks, snacks, drinks, and sweets were spread across the table as they studied.
It went on as usual for a few minutes, but Alex was finding it hard to focus. Just the sweet scent of arousal clogging his brain. Suffering from success in the literal sense.
Especially, Erin's sweet, musky arousal scent hit his nose constantly—thick, feminine, needy, growing heavier every time she shifted closer.
She sat with her plump thighs squashed together so tightly that soft flesh spilled over the chair edge, thick legs trembling faintly as she fought to stay still.
Her gigantic udders strained against her top, nipples stiff and visibly poking through the fabric, rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Every small movement made her fat, soft ass spread wider over the seat, skirt riding up helplessly, exposing more creamy thigh and hips.
Her short purple hair framed a face flushed deep red, eyes glassy and half-lidded with desperate longing, plump lips parted in silent, needy pants.
She was trying so hard to behave. Fingers digging into her own thighs, nails leaving faint red marks, body trembling with the effort of restraint, but her arousal scent only thickened, sweet and musky, filling his lungs like a drug.
When he shifted slightly, her thick thigh brushed his leg—soft, warm, quivering and she let out the tiniest, most pathetic whimper, barely audible, eyes fluttering shut for a second as if the contact alone was almost enough to make her come undone.
She wanted him to ravage her. Rough hands gripping her plump flesh, spanking her fat ass red, choking her while pounding deep, using her like a toy until she screamed and cried in masochistic bliss. The thought made her squirm harder, thighs rubbing together desperately, nipples throbbing visibly, her whole body radiating heat and silent pleading.
All while having her two friends sitting across the table and studying attentively. Alex experienced the same emotions.
He had to resist the urge to just grab her, lay his head on those plush, pillowy thighs like heaven, or better yet, bend her over the table right there and take her while the others watched. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, urges hard to control, especially knowing she was already dreaming of exactly that—being used, hurt, filled, owned by her Master.
Add to the combo, Liza's seductive whispers slithered into his mind, stoking the lust hotter.
'Mmm♡, feel that ripe lustful girl trembling beside you? She's dripping for your rough touches and massive cock. Fulfill her desires ♡.'