Alice had waited in his front yard since dawn, desperate from days of deliberate ignoring. Their walk to campus had been intense—teasing touches, groping, fingering her until she came multiple times, pink hearts in her eyes.
At the gates, she grew shy in the crowd and separated to join her friends, promising lunch with a lingering, needy glance.
Alex headed to the biology lecture hall alone, cock still half-hard from the morning, mind buzzing.
The hall filled slowly. Alice sat far away with her friends, laughing at something one of them said, but her gaze kept drifting to him—shy smiles across the room, love flickering when their eyes met.
They enrolled to the same department unlike Anna who was in Arts and Ash in Literature. But still, the two were so far from each in class and Alice was too shy to sit next to him.
The door opened.
Miss Janeth walked in. Their new teacher.
And every thought of Alice vanished.
She was a walking fantasy designed to ruin men.
Light blonde hair tied in a low ponytail, swaying softly with every confident step, strands catching the light like silk. Brown eyes soft but sharp, scanning the room with that knowing smile that made his pulse quicken. Late twenties, face pure and innocent—high cheekbones, full lips painted a subtle rose, a beauty mark just above her mouth that begged to be kissed.
But the body...
Pure sin.
White blouse so tight around her massive, heavy tits the buttons strained with every breath, the fabric stretched thin enough that her hard nipples cast faint shadows when she moved under the lights.
The deep V-neck plunged low, showing miles of creamy cleavage, the valley between those huge breasts deep and inviting, rising and falling hypnotically.
They were enormous—full, round, perfectly shaped, the kind that jiggled softly with every step, threatening to spill out completely, heavy enough to sway with their own rhythm.
Her waist was tiny, cinched in like an impossible hourglass, accentuating the dramatic flare of her wide hips.
The dark purple pencil skirt hugged her like a second skin, riding high on her thick, juicy thighs that rubbed together with a soft, teasing whisper as she walked—thighs so plush and full they jiggled faintly, pale skin smooth and flawless, the kind that would leave marks if gripped hard.
Every step made the hem sink deep between those plump thighs, outlining the exact shape of her large, plump ass cheeks from the front—round, full, heavy, rippling insanely under the tight fabric like they were begging to be grabbed, spanked, spread.
When she turned to write on the board, the skirt rode up just enough to reveal the lower swell of her ass, two perfect half-moons straining the material, the fabric pulling tight across the crack, hinting at the thong beneath—probably lace, probably red, probably soaked if she was half as affected as he was.
'Woah~ She likes the attention, huh?' Liza was still not fond of Janeth, just like it was on the first meeting.
But Alex swallowed hard, cock aching against his jeans. He was already edged from the morning with Alice, and Janeth was pure torture.
Liza's voice hissed in his mind, annoyed and suspicious. 'That woman. Look at her—strutting like she owns the room. But I give it to her, her body is a top-tier to say the least, but I still dislike her. I hit her with everything last time and nothing... She's not normal. Mark my words— quite dangerous.'
Janeth started the lecture, voice smooth and confident, writing equations on the board. Her ponytail swayed, her ass bouncing softly with every movement, thighs rubbing in that hypnotic whisper.
Alex tried to focus on notes, but his eyes kept drifting—to the way her blouse strained when she reached high, tits nearly spilling out; to the curve of her hips as she shifted weight; to the way her skirt hugged those thick thighs, the fabric creasing between them...
She caught him staring hard—again.
Most teachers would ignore or point them out.
Janeth just smiled, slow and teasing, brown eyes locking on his for a beat too long, then winked before turning back to the board.
Liza growled. 'D-Did you see that?! She's playing with you! Immune to my zone and now flirting? Veryyyyyy dangerous.'
Alex thought Liza was just upset because her powers weren't strong enough to work on Janeth, but he couldn't focus on anything other than his teacher's big soft buttocks.
The class dragged on. Alex fought for sanity, cock aching, mind replaying Alice's moans and Janeth's body in equal measure—Alice's juicy peach ass versus Janeth's massive tits and thick thighs.
Halfway through, Janeth walked the aisles, checking notes, hips swaying with every step, tits bouncing softly under the tight blouse.
She stopped at his desk.
Leaned over just enough for her massive tits to strain the blouse further, cleavage spilling forward in a deep, inviting valley, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric, the scent of her perfume—vanilla and something darker—washing over him.
"Struggling today, Alex?" she asked softly, voice low enough only he could hear. She chewed gum provocatively, plump rosy lips working it slow, popping it softly with a wet sound that went straight to his cock.
He felt insanely horny. His cock felt it was going to rip his pants and get out. He slid further on his disk, trying to hide his lower body more.
He forced a calm smile, though his cock throbbed harder. "A bit distracted."
She leaned closer, ponytail brushing his shoulder, her massive tits hovering inches from his face, heavy and full, the blouse gaping just enough to show the lacy edge of her bra.
"Distracted by what?" she murmured, brown eyes locking on his, sharp and knowing, gum popping again, her breath warm against his ear.
"Uhm... the material" he lied smoothly, voice steady despite the heat building.
She smiled, chewing gum slower, tongue flicking out to wet her lips, the motion slow and deliberate. "Liar. I know you're top of the class"
She lingered a moment longer, letting him drink in the view—cleavage deep enough to lose thoughts in, nipples straining, the faint scent of her skin making his mouth water.
"You know" she said softly, voice like velvet, "I notice when students pay... extra attention."
Her eyes flicked down to his lap for a split second, then back up, smile widening.
Alex held her gaze. "Attention?"
She popped her gum again, slow. "I mean when my students need to pay more attention to the lesson more than other 'distracing' subjects"
Her hand brushed his desk as she straightened, fingers trailing lightly, almost touching his.
"I see everything~"
Then she moved on, hips swaying deliberately, ass rippling under the tight skirt, thighs rubbing with that soft whisper, the fabric pulling tight across her plump cheeks.
Liza grumbled the whole time. 'Tsk. Whatever. That woman's trouble. Immune and teasing you like she knows exactly what she's doing. I'm certainly impressed.'
Alex shook his head side to side, trying to regain his focus, hearing the succubus warnings and suspicion for the rest of the class, and exchanging a few glances with Alice.
Janeth still gave him so many smiles, but he pretended to not see them and avoided making eye contact.
The bell rang.
Students filed out.
Alex packed slowly, mind racing, cock still painfully hard, but more manageable to hide.
He headed out through his usual path—the empty back corridor, less crowded. He took it as a chance to take some refreshing deep breaths and get control of his body back.
He was just lustful, even though Liza wasn't using any of her succubus skills.
As the crowd noises started getting farther and quieter, he began hearing footsteps behind him.
Soft, deliberate heels on tile. He knew it was not one of his girls, since none of them wore highheels before.
He turned and brows rose up.
Janeth.
Standing on the staircase above him, a few steps up, looking down with that seductive smile.
Her skirt rode high from the angle, thick thighs on full display, the curve of her large plump ass visible where the fabric pulled tight, jiggling faintly as she shifted weight.
"Hmm~ Alex" she said softly, voice like silk, chewing her gum slow.
He stopped, looking up at her, pulse racing.
She descended one step, close enough he could see the faint outline of her bra through the blouse, tits straining.
"Don't you want me?~" she whispered, eyes locked on his, chewing her gum slow and deliberate, lips plump and shiny.
Alex met her gaze, calm on the surface, but Liza's warnings ringing loud in his head—dangerous, not normal, hiding something.
He managed to calm down, before answering back.
He leaned against the railing, casual, nonchalant. "Want you? For what?"
Janeth's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, surprise flickering before she recovered, popping her gum softly.
"For whatever you imagine when you stare at me in class" she murmured, taking another step down, tits bouncing faintly with the movement. "I see it in your eyes. The hunger."
Alex shrugged, voice even. "You see a lot of things, Miss Janeth."
His head was spinning, but he managed to keep his cool and play dumb. If he left control to his cock, undoubtly, he would be ravaging his teacher in the stairs.
She laughed low, leaning in closer, cleavage deepening. "Call me Janeth. And yes... I do. Like how hard you get watching my ass when I write on the board."
He played more dump, gave her a confused look and just smiled faintly. "What?... I wasn't. You're misunderstanding something—"
"And you're playing hard to get`" she said, eyes narrowing playfully, chewing slower. "Most boys would have begged by now."
"I'm not most boys, miss Janeth."
Her breath hitched—just barely—but he caught it.
She straightened slowly, smile turning sharper, more intrigued. "No... you're not."
She popped her gum one last time, turned, and walked away—hips swaying exaggeratedly, ass jiggling with every deliberate step, skirt riding higher to tease the curve of her cheeks.
"See you next class, Alex" she called over her shoulder, voice dripping promise. "Try not to stare too hard."
She disappeared around the corner, leaving him hard, breathless, and burning—but in control.
"Woah... that was hard." Alex looked down at his crotch just to see his massive cock throbbing so aggressively in his pants.
His underwear were definitely soaked with pre-cum. Something was so special about the teacher or maybe he had a thing for classy mature girls? He couldn't tell.
Liza's voice rang triumphant. 'Good boy. Didn't give in. She's definitely dangerous—but now she's hooked. She will try again, just make her come down on her knees like a bitch!'
Alex exhaled, adjusting himself.
"Yeah..." He definitely gotten interested in his teacher and not in the appropriate way.