Chen was speechless.
There he was standing in the dark depths of nowhere, watching Prof Xue, making inaudible enchantments on his picture.
He was caught between two ends: Either to confront him, or either to just flee from the party. He decides to do the first. To take the bull by the horn.
"I rather die trying," he mumbled.
With every iota of strength and courage left in him, he matched to where Prof Xue was. Every a lesson. And every breathe, a renewed purpose.
Almost every side of the party still reeked of alcohol and the smell of coitus. It smelled like orgy. But now, it felt like hell to him.
Standing toe to toe with Prof Xue, wasn't what Chen thought would be impossible in this present lifestyle. The professor was so deep into his evil that he didn't notice his presence.
"Prof Xue...!" His sudden call startled the man.
He seemed puzzled to find him there.
"Chen? What are you doing here by this time?" he asked.
Prof Xue couldn't hide his shock and embarrassment. To say that he was flabbergasted, would be a very big understatement.
"My picture is in your hand, sir..."
"Ohh! This... I was just admiring them and..."
His lies choked him. Prof Xue found it impossible to complete that statement.
For the first time, Chen summoned the courage to speak to him. For sure, he knew that there'd be consequences, but he didn't mind.
"You weren't, sir. I've been observing you for a long time, and you were stabbing your dagger into my picture. You were mumbling words that seemed to me like spells. Nope, it didn't look like admiration. It looks like something worse than that."
The silence that erupted between them at that instant was nerve-wracking. Prof Xue was surprised.
"How dare you talk to me like that?" Prof Xue asked, evil darkness flickering through his eyes.
Chen paused, stepping back in fear. Prof Xue was charging at him with the kind of anger he had never seen before.
"Let go of me," Chen yelled.
Prof Xue, had gone nuts. He had lost it. His hands were tightly placed on Chen's throat.
"I'll kill you here and now. Bastard, no one would ever ask about you," this time, his eyes turned red with pure rage.
He was shaking. He was scared. He wasn't a physical match to Prof Xue.
"Why... Why... Why are you doing this to me, Prof? You're strangling me..." Chen gasped for air as he spoke. He was as scared as fuck.
Suddenly, something flickered off Prof Xue's eyes. And his rage suddenly appeared pacified.
"You're the last bloodline, Chen... You're important. At least, for now...!"
Prof Xue's constant parables, always had a way of throwing Chen off guard.
"I... I... I don't know what you're talking about."
Suddenly, Prof Xue dragged him by the neck, and led him to a dark, quiet room.
"Your father once ran an ancient cult which is tied to this university. People say in his time, he sacrificed so many students, and destroyed so many lives," the professor's announcement shocked Chen.
He found it quiet hard to believe.
"That's a lie... But... But... My dad has never said something about this before," Chen disagreed.
To his uttermost surprise, Prof Xue, burst out into a long session of laughter.
"Ohh! You're just a little child, Chen. And what you do not know, is bigger than you."
His words were deep.
The initial evil tension that filled the atmosphere had cleared. The switch was unexpectedly fast.
"So, what do I do now? Why are you telling me all of these?"
Loud silence soon filled the room again. This time, much more intense. It felt like every second in the silence was calculated.
"Chen, many people in this university want you for different reasons. Some want to have you for the aesthetic of it. Some want you to be their slut. Some want to cultivate you. Some others want to fuck your holes. However, another percentage want you. They want to snatch what you have. That, which is in your lineage. The one you do not know about, yet..." His shocking exposition startled Chen.
This was surprising. He knew a little to the major reason he was in this university.
"Why must it always be me? What do they stand to gain from me?" he asked in exhaustion.
Chen's eyes scanned through the room without saying anything.
"Everyone wants your body. Some want your soul. But, I, Prof Xue, wants your ass. Turn around and give it to me," Prof Xue's thick voice subdued Chen, and just like a slut, he obeyed.
He turned around, and arched his ass for "Daddy."
"Good boy," Prof Xue commended him with a spank. Next thing, he buried his face deep into his anal hole. Not just licking or rimming. But biting and sucking his rosebud like ice cream.
He couldn't help but moan in total submission. Prof Xue wasn't just eating him out, he was also fingering his intensely, while making sure of teasing his butthole with his tongue.
The next thing Chen felt was a cock head in around his ass, and boom, he inserted it. Vigorously. Tenaciously.
He began to dig in and out of his manhole with reckless abandon like it was his personal belonging.
"Who owns this fucking ass?" he asked him aggressively, spanking just the tip of his hole. He slapped just the middle of his asshole.
The pleasure from that alone... Damn!
"You... You... It's all yours, daddy," he moaned, shaking from the intensity of the pleasure that covered his entire body. It felt intense.
Chen knew what he wanted. To be treated just like that.
Soon, Prof Xue got to the verge of cumming, and he violently brought out his cock from Chen's ass, and began to unload his cum all over his asshole.
Just after he finished, he picked up a knife and did the unthinkable.
Prof Xue cuts his palm and forces Chen into a bloody vow.