The World Is Mine For The Taking

The kiss was clumsy and awkward, our teeth knocking together and sending a jolt of pain through me. But despite its roughness, that awkward kiss was the sweetest thing ever. Professor Rose even closed her eyes as she pressed her lips against mine.

I didn't push her away. This had always been my plan from the beginning—to make her heart feel me, to let me seep into her.

Everything I said to her was genuine; I meant every word. There might have been a bit of manipulation in my words, but she didn't need to know that.

Her hand, which had been holding a bottle of beer earlier, was still cold and sent a slight chill against my cheek. It wasn't unpleasant, though. In fact, it felt surprisingly good.

After a moment, she suddenly pushed me away, her face a mask of shock, as if she couldn't fathom why she had acted that way.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't...!"

I seized her collar and yanked her back to me, capturing her lips once more. She struggled briefly, but then her eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth pressed against mine awkwardly, but I guided it gently, trying to make her more accustomed to the kiss.

"N-No... don't..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she pushed me away again. Her face was turned away, flushed deep red, extending all the way to her ears. Her hands, which had been forcefully pushing me away, now seemed weak and limp.

I felt like I had crossed a line. Maybe I had pushed too hard. Was it because my skills in seducing women had made me overconfident? That could be it.

"Sorry," I muttered as I stood up.

Before I could fully straighten, I felt a gentle pinch at the hem of my shirt.

"Car..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, before adding, "Let's go to the car."

***

I had never understood the appeal of making out in a car before. It seemed like a guaranteed way for a couple to get caught in the act. But now, as I found myself in that very scenario, I had to admit—I finally got it.

Rose was perched on top of me, her hands firmly grasping the back of my head as she thrust her tongue deep inside my mouth. The way her tongue moved was chaotic and clumsy, but it sent waves of pleasure through me. Her unique scent mingled with the sharp tang of alcohol and the creamy aroma of milky soap, creating a heady, intoxicating blend that left me lightheaded.

I could feel my dick growing hard and pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants. The urge to rip them off was overwhelming, but I wanted to savor every moment of this intense, fiery connection.

The car we were in was far from shock-resistant. As one of the first models in this world, it was expected to be a bit flimsy. As a result, every movement we made, even just her kissing me, caused the car to shift and shake slightly.
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Thankfully, no one was around to witness the car rocking.

After a while, we finally pulled away from each other, our mouths still connected by a glistening strand of saliva. Her eyes were misty and captivating, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Her green hair was disheveled, some strands sticking to her damp, sweaty face, making her look even more enticing.

This professor, usually known for her bad mood and headstrong demeanor, was now straddling me with a fiery intensity, her lips having thoroughly ravaged mine. I had a strong feeling that tonight, we were going to explore much more than just kissing.

"I think I like you, Leon," she confessed, her voice quivering as she spoke. "But you have a girlfriend, so I'm trying to push my feelings aside. I don't want to cause any trouble or do something that would disrespect her. She's a princess from another kingdom, and if she found out about this affair, we could face severe consequences—possibly execution—for betraying her.

I really don't want to deal with that kind of trouble. I told you before that I don't like trouble, didn't I? When Gabrielle and Irene were at odds? I stayed out of it completely. That's just how I am. But now, here I am, tangled up in this mess with you, and I feel like such a dumbass.

I can't help it, though. When I asked you earlier if you were in a relationship, a sharp pang of pain shot through my chest. It hurt so badly that I couldn't even enjoy those delicious pastries. I brushed it off, thinking it might be some strange illness and planned to see a doctor. But after kissing you, I realized my feelings for you are something else entirely.

My heart is pounding so fast right now, it's overwhelming."

Tears began to spill from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but we need to stop," she said, her voice trembling as if every word was a struggle. "I can't do this... I'll just end up feeling guilty. The fact that I'm falling for you is already a mess, considering I'm a professor and you're a student. It's a complication I can't afford. My family would cut me off if they found out.

That's why..."

I reached out, gently touching her flushed cheek. My fingers traced the damp strands of her green hair, which clung to her sweat-slicked skin. The warmth from her flushed face seeped into my palm, making my touch feel like a fiery contrast to her icy distress.

"Please, don't... It's not fair..." she mumbled, her eyes welling up with tears.

"You don't have to worry about any of that," I murmured, my voice a soft caress. My hand, which had been gently stroking her cheek, slowly descended, grazing her nape and neck before finding its way to her collarbone. It lingered there for a moment before continuing its journey to one of her breasts.

The moment my fingers made contact, I felt the weight and firmness of her breast, its softness yielding to my touch, perfectly balanced between giving and holding firm.

She didn't flinch or pull away; instead, she fixed her gaze on me, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and desire.

I continued, my tone soothing and firm. "Forget about me having a girlfriend. Don't worry about what society will say or your family's potential judgment. For tonight, be selfish. Let go of all your reservations. Imagine I'm the cliff where you can release all those pent-up feelings.

Scream them out, let them all come spilling over."

She swallowed hard.

"For tonight, just be selfish," I urged her again.

She responded by pressing her lips against mine with renewed intensity. Our kiss was a desperate, almost frantic dance of tongues and lips. As the heat between us grew, our clothes started coming off in a clumsy yet fervent scramble.

With each garment shed, our desire became more apparent. My shirt was soon discarded, followed by hers, leaving her in just a lacy dark green bra. I slid my hand beneath it, directly feeling the soft, warm curve of her breast, its firmness pressing against my palm.

I could feel her shiver as my hand made contact with her bare skin. Eventually, my fingers found their mark, brushing over her erect nipple, the hard nub responding to my touch.

She placed her hand over mine and whispered, "Touch me more than just that, Partner. Tonight, I'll be selfish, so you be too."

The car rocked violently that night.