Ah, Professor Clare Ashby…
At first glance, she looks like the strictest, most uncompromising woman alive. But behind those thick glasses and that tight blonde bun that makes her seem so severe—well, I'm not sure if the shower of A+ grades I've been getting in math is her way of thanking me for all the orgasms I've given her during our "private lessons" at her apartment, or if I actually earned them. One thing's for sure, though: somehow, that woman made me like math more than any other teacher ever could.
And no—of course Isabelle doesn't know a thing. Just like she doesn't know about the eighty-something girls I've slept with, or any of my other adventures. She's always been insanely jealous, but ever since she started enjoying certain things I do, that jealousy has only gotten worse. If she ever found out my dick isn't hers alone, she'd probably cut my allowance in half and never let me drink her blood again.
Yeah—her blood. So sweet, so intoxicating… it's like a true aphrodisiac. As for why she even lets me drink her blood—it might sound strange, but we've never actually talked about it.
She thinks it's some kind of sick kink of mine, something that turns me on beyond reason. And well, she's not wrong. But hey—I am a vampire, after all.
It's a morning like any other. My beloved Professor Ashby—so strict before her students, yet so filthy when we're alone—walks into the classroom.
But she's not alone—someone's with her. She's a gorgeous girl, lightly tanned, with long platinum-blonde hair and dazzling green eyes that sweep across the room. She's dressed simply—a hoodie and leggings—but damn, she's smoking hot.
Even under the thick hoodie, it's obvious she's got a pair of huge breasts. And those thick, toned thighs are totally my type. She's gotta be a gym rat or something.
«Please welcome Brianne Leviantis, our new classmate. I expect all of you to be respectful and make sure our school's reputation stays spotless,» Professor Ashby states firmly.
«So, Ren. You've already locked onto her, haven't you? I can tell by the way you're staring at her with that dumb fish face,» Elaine Everglade—my deskmate—whispers, elbowing me in the ribs.
Elaine Everglade—the only girl Isabelle ever lets me hang around with.
She's also the only person I can truly call a friend. But there's a reason my mom tolerates her—yeah, despite everything, she still insists I call her mom. And I'm supposed to be the one with the weird kinks?
Anyway, according to her, Elaine's 101% lesbian—that's why she's so lenient.
I have no idea why she thinks that—maybe it's the punk-rock vibe, the spiked leather jacket, the short green-dyed hair, or her foul-mouthed tomboy attitude? Yeah, my mom's super old-fashioned.
For her, any girl who doesn't wear skirts or tight jeans is automatically a lesbian.
Then again, Elaine's probably the only girl in this school who doesn't want to be with me. So I guess the suspicion's fair. And it's not like we never had the chance—quite the opposite.
Over the past year, we've ended up in the same bed at least twenty times. After parties at her place—nights when I was way too drunk to walk home. (Yeah, even vampires get wasted—it just takes a hell of a lot more booze than it does for humans.)
And yet, she never once tried anything—not even a single hand wandering, not the faintest hint she wanted more.
And you know what? I actually like that. It's nice, having a relationship with a human that isn't just about sex. It makes me feel almost like a normal guy.
«But I've got a feeling you're out of luck with this one,» Elaine adds under her breath. «You can tell from a mile away she's a goody-two-shoes. Honestly, I'd even bet she's still a virgin. I'm putting ten bucks on you not getting even a tongue kiss in a whole month.»
«You said the same thing when that substitute teacher came in for a week while Ashby was away… and you still owe me ten bucks.»
«O-Okay, I messed up, I admit it… Who would've guessed that behind that nun-like act was hiding such a total tease?! I still remember the pics you sent me that night—of you two messing around in the fast-food bathroom…»
Oh yeah, those photos… Taking a top-down shot while she was going down on me wasn't exactly classy, I know, but Elaine never would've believed me otherwise. And of course, I deleted them right after that—I'm not that much of an asshole.
«...But this time's different! I'm so confident I'll double down—twenty bucks says you don't get her lips anywhere near your tongue!»
We lock eyes, and a smirk spreads across my face—the kind that can only mean one thing: challenge accepted.