Fed up with the monotony of the academy, Saúl summons his classmates to a secret space where rules do not exist. Valeria, Daniela, and Sofía wait, ready to satisfy their darkest desires. How far will they go?
The air in the classroom of the Global Academy smelled of cheap chalk and adolescent sweat, 그 dense aroma that clung to the walls after six hours of endless classes. Saúl leaned his head on his closed fist, his eyelids heavy as lead while the World History professor dragged his words as if every syllable cost him a superhuman effort. "The Treaty of Versailles in 1919 marked the end of the First World War, but it also sowed the seeds of the next conflict..." The letters on the blackboard blurred before his eyes, fuzzy, as if someone had rubbed grease over the glass of his lenses.
No one noticed the exact moment his fingers brushed the silver ring he wore on the middle finger of his right hand. It was an almost unconscious gesture, like scratching a persistent itch. But when the cold metal made contact with his skin, something inside him clicked. It wasn't an audible sound, but a visceral sensation, as if the entire world stopped for a second before resuming with a sigh. The constant hum of the fluorescents cut out abruptly, replaced by a silence so deep he could hear the thrumming of his own blood.
When Saúl opened his eyes, he was no longer in the classroom.
The space stretched before him like an infinite hall, the walls lined with polished black marble that reflected the golden light of hanging lamps, each shaped in ways that recalled intertwined female bodies. The floor, covered by carpets so soft his toes sank into them as he walked, smelled of sandalwood and something else… feminine. A sweet, mature scent, like the perfume of a woman who has just stepped out of the shower but still retains the sweat of a long day between her legs. Saúl inhaled deeply, feeling the hot air tangle in his lungs.
—Welcome back, Lord— whispered a voice that didn't come from any specific place, but seemed to sprout from the walls themselves. It was a female voice, deep, with a hint of malicious amusement, as if the speaker already knew all the darkest thoughts crossing his mind.
Saúl didn't flinch. This was no longer new to him. Since he had been reborn in this era —the world ruled by the Global Lord, where the strong dominated and the weak crawled— he had discovered that he carried a cheat with him: the ability to improve everything. And that included this place. His Lord's Space. A refuge where the rules of the outside world did not apply, where he was god and the laws of physics bent to his will.
—I want company— he said, and his voice resonated with an authority that didn't need to be loud to impose itself.
The air in front of him undulated, like the heat emanating from asphalt in summer. First, they were blurry silhouettes, then defined contours: generous hips, long legs, heavy breasts that swayed with every movement. One after another, the women materialized in front of him, emerging from nothing like goddesses descending from a private Olympus.
They were MILFs. All S-rank.
The first to step forward was Valeria, a brunette with tanned skin and curves that defied gravity. She wore a tight burgundy dress that clung to her hips like a desperate lover, the neckline so deep that Saúl could see the valley between her breasts, damp with sweat. Her lips, painted a dark red, curled into a smile as she looked him up and down.
—Do you need something, my Lord?— she asked, and her voice was honey poured over red-hot coals.
Behind her, Daniela adjusted the black corset that barely contained her breasts, so large they threatened to overflow with every breath. Her ash-blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and when she licked her lips, Saúl could see the tip of her tongue, pink and wet.
—Or perhaps you just want to be served— added Sofía, the third, a redhead with green eyes wearing a black lace set so transparent it left little to the imagination. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, poked against the fabric, and when she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt rose enough to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath.
Saúl didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked around them, observing them like a collector examines pieces of art before deciding which one to hang on his favorite wall. Valeria had a mole just above her backside, visible when she leaned over to pick up an imaginary glass. Daniela smelled of vanilla and something citrusy, as if she had squeezed lemons between her thighs. Sofía, on the other hand, gave off a scent of leather and tobacco—dark, addictive.
—I want you to prepare everything for my guests— he finally said, and the three women nodded in unison, their smiles widening.
—Not just any guests— he clarified—. My classmates.
Valeria arched an eyebrow but didn't ask. In this space, Saúl's orders were law. With a snap of his fingers, the room transformed. The carpets retracted, revealing a polished wooden floor, warm under bare feet. In the center, low divans appeared, covered in velvet cushions in shades of red and gold. Side tables rose from nowhere, laden with crystal bottles containing amber and golden, bubbling liquids.
—Drinks?— Daniela asked, and Saúl nodded.
—Enough for them to relax— he replied—. I want them to feel… comfortable.
Sofía laughed, a throaty sound that vibrated in Saúl's chest.
—Oh, they're going to feel more than comfortable— she murmured, running a black-painted nail along the rim of her glass.
The portal opened with a wet sound, like flesh being pulled apart. The first to enter were Javier and Mateo, two of the most popular guys in the class. Javier, the captain of the soccer team, had shoulders so broad he almost didn't fit through the door, and his smile was that of a predator that had just smelled blood. Mateo, thinner but with a look that promised mischief, whistled upon seeing the place.
—Damn, Saúl, is this your house?— Javier asked, running a hand over the back of one of the divans. His fingers left marks in the velvet.
—Not exactly— Saúl replied, pointing toward the women—. Sit down. Relax.
He didn't have to say more.
Valeria approached Javier with a glass in her hand, her hips swaying in a way that made the fabric of her dress stick to her rear like a second skin. When she leaned over to offer him the drink, the neckline opened enough for Javier to see the valley between her breasts, damp from the heat of the place.
—Here, darling— Valeria said, her voice a lullaby—. Drink.
Javier didn't need to be told twice. He downed the glass in one gulp, the golden liquid sliding down his throat while his eyes locked onto Valeria's cleavage. But it was Mateo who acted first. With a quick movement, he grabbed Daniela by the waist and sat her on his lap, as if she were a throne of flesh.
—God, you're hot— Mateo grunted, digging his fingers into Daniela's hips. She laughed, a melodic sound, and settled better on top of him, her round buttocks squashing against his crotch.
Saúl watched everything from the shadows, leaning against a column. He didn't intervene. He didn't need to. This was his space, his game, and he dictated the rules.
Javier didn't stay behind. With a grunt, he grabbed Sofía by the scruff of the neck and pushed her down toward his lap. She was compliant, her hands resting on his thighs as she settled in, her large, firm backside sinking into the natural cushion formed by his legs.
—Shit, Saúl— Javier panted, looking at Saúl over Sofía's shoulder—. Where did you get these goddesses?
Saúl didn't answer. He was too busy watching the show.
From his angle, he only saw the bottom half of the women. Their skirts had risen upon sitting, revealing their bare buttocks, round, marked by the fingerprints of the boys. Valeria's skin was golden, with a mole right where the crack of her rear met. Daniela had paler buttocks, but with reddish streaks where Mateo's hands squeezed them tightly. Sofía, by contrast, had skin marked by small freckles, and every time Javier moved his hips, her buttocks flattened against his crotch, the sound wet and obscene.
—God, they're so hot— Mateo grunted, and Saúl could see the bulge in his pants growing, pressing against the fabric. The sound of a zipper being pulled down filled the air, followed by Daniela's muffled moan when she felt the contact of Mateo's member against her bare skin.
—Wait, wait— Javier said, chuckling as he unbuckled his belt—. You can't be the only one having fun.
Saúl held his breath when Javier's penis came to light. It was thick, veiny, the head already glistening with excitement. Sofía bit her lip as she felt it pressing against her entrance, but she didn't move. She waited. Because in this space, they enjoyed the game too.
—Come on, babe— Javier grunted, pushing his hips upward—. Sit down right.
And she did.
The moan that came out of Sofía's throat was long, guttural—the sound of a woman who had been waiting for this for too long. Her buttocks sank, swallowing Javier's cock inch by inch, until his balls were crushed against the divan cushion. From where he stood, Saúl could see everything: how the lips of her pussy stretched around the base of the penis, how sweat made her skin glisten every time she moved, how Javier's fingers dug into her hips, leaving red marks that would take days to disappear.
—God, you're so tight!— Javier gasped, pushing upward with force. Sofía screamed, her nails scratching the velvet of the divan as her backside bounced with every thrust.
Beside them, Mateo didn't fall behind. He had lifted Daniela's skirt completely, revealing her shaved pussy, glowing with excitement. With a grunt, he penetrated her all at once, his balls hitting against her buttocks with a wet sound.
—Ah, shit!— Daniela screamed, her voice breaking—. Harder, dammit!
And Mateo obeyed.
Saúl felt his own excitement growing, but he didn't touch himself. He didn't need to. This wasn't about him. It was about watching. Watching how his classmates, those guys who in the outside world strutted like roosters in a coop, now moaned like dogs in heat, their swollen cocks being milked by the perfect bodies of his subordinates.
—Saúl— Javier panted between thrusts, his voice raspy—. You have to… let me try the others. Dammit, their asses are…
—Don't worry— Saúl responded, his voice calm, almost mocking—. There's enough for everyone.
And while the women's buttocks bounced, crushed by the thick members of his classmates, while the moans filled the air like an obscene symphony, Saúl smiled.
Because this was only the beginning.