The classroom buzzed with the chaotic energy of college students killing time before the lecture began.
Laughter echoed from one corner where a group huddled over their phones, sharing memes about last night's party.
In another, a couple whispered sweet nothings, their fingers intertwined under the desk like lovebirds nesting in plain sight.
But amid the flirtations and study chatter, there were always the single birds the ones like James Nolen, perched in the center of it all, lost in his own world.
James sat hunched over his notebook, his dark, scattered hair falling like a curtain over his face, partially obscuring the thick glasses that framed his striking crimson eyes.
He was handsome in that effortless, brooding way sharp jawline, full lips, and a build that hinted at hidden strength but he never seemed to notice or care.
Instead, he doodled absentmindedly: sketches of epic adventures, fantastical worlds where he was the hero saving damsels who actually looked his way.
His mouth hung slightly open as his gaze drifted to the beauties scattered around the room girls with flowing hair and confident smiles who barely registered his existence.
A soft sigh escaped him, unnoticed by anyone.
Suddenly, a sharp slap landed on the back of his head, jolting him upright.
"Again with that doodle shit? When are you gonna grow up, James?" The voice was teasing but laced with exasperation.
He rubbed the spot, wincing, and turned to face Layra his only girl "friend," emphasis on the quotes.
She stood there with her arms crossed, her dark hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face with emerald-green eyes that sparkled like polished gems under the fluorescent lights.
She was close too close leaning in with that playful scowl, her massive breasts straining against her fitted top and practically blocking his view.
James's eyes involuntarily dipped downward, imagining for a split second how soft they must feel, how he could just bury himself in their warmth like a comforting pillow.
His cheeks flushed hot, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ahem... mind your own business, Layra. It's almost class time anyway."
She rolled her eyes, her full lips curving into a smirk as she straightened up, giving him a little shove on the shoulder. "Whatever, loser. Keep dreaming."
Just then, the door swung open with a confident click of heels. In walked Professor Alexa, her presence commanding immediate attention.
She wore tight jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a sleek, expensive top that shimmered subtly under the lights professional yet undeniably alluring.
Her long hair swayed with each step, and her soft voice cut through the noise like a gentle breeze. "Alright, everyone, get to your seats. Let's begin."
The room fell silent almost instantly. Chairs scraped against the floor as students hurried to comply, the boys in particular snapping to attention, their eyes glued to her with a mix of admiration and something more primal.
Layra plopped down in the seat behind James, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, her breath warm against his neck.
"Hey, focus on the class, okay? I'm not doing your assignments for you this time." She swung her legs idly, her green eyes narrowing in mock sternness.
James nodded vaguely, but his mind was already wandering. The class dragged on, an interminable hour of notes on literature or history or whatever the subject was he could barely keep track.
Professor Alexa's voice wove through the explanations, smooth and engaging, but James found himself stealing glances at her figure, the way her jeans accentuated her hips as she paced the front of the room.
Finally, the bell loomed on the horizon.
"That's all for today," Alexa announced, packing her notes with a graceful flick of her wrist. "As for your assignment, submit it by the end of the month. No extensions."
She turned to leave, and the room's collective gaze followed her retreating form, fixated on the sway of her generous ass in those tight jeans a silent, appreciative send-off.
The bell rang, shattering the spell. Students swarmed the halls like bees from a hive, chatter erupting anew as they funneled toward freedom.
James moved slowly, as always, slinging his backpack over one shoulder with a lethargic shrug. He shuffled out, lost in thought about his doodles and the girls who'd never notice him.
But as he navigated the crowded corridor, he sensed a presence tailing him familiar footsteps echoing just a beat behind.
He stopped abruptly in the middle of the hall, turning with a frown. "Hey, why are you following me?"
Layra nearly bumped into him, her emerald eyes widening in surprise before narrowing in annoyance.
She sidestepped him with a huff, her dark hair whipping as she pushed past. "Idiot, who's following you?
I'm just going home this way." She marched ahead, crossing the busy road without a second glance, her hips swaying confidently.
James opened his mouth to retort, but then he saw it a massive bus barreling down the street, its horn blaring like a distant thunder.
Layra hadn't noticed; she was too busy fiddling with her phone, stepping right into its path. Time seemed to slow for James.
Adrenaline surged through him, his heart pounding in his ears. Without thinking, he lunged forward, his hands shoving her shoulders hard. "Layra!"
She stumbled forward onto the sidewalk, safe but the bus was on him now. A blinding flash of light engulfed everything, pain exploding in his body like a supernova. Then... nothing.
.... ... Huh? .....What?
James blinked, disoriented, his head throbbing as if from a bad dream.
He looked around, expecting pavement and chaos, but instead... he was back in the classroom.
The same buzz of chatter, the same lovebirds whispering. Layra was right there, her face inches from his, her massive breasts once again dominating his view as she leaned in with that familiar scowl.
"Again with that doodle shit? When are you gonna "
The door opened. Professor Alexa strode in, tight jeans and sleek top, her soft voice commanding, "Alright, everyone, get to your seats."
Everyone scrambled, just like before. But James's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. What the fuck was that? A dream? No, it felt too real the push, the impact, the light.
He glanced at Alexa, who launched into the exact same lecture he'd just endured, word for word. His hands trembled under the desk. This couldn't be happening.
Then, the world froze. Time itself halted the chatter silenced, movements suspended like statues in mid-motion.
Layra's mouth was half-open in a whisper, Alexa's hand paused mid-gesture at the board.
James's breath caught in his throat, his crimson eyes wide behind his glasses.
A translucent screen materialized before him, glowing with ethereal blue text:
[Incubus System Binding Complete]
Host: James Nolen
Incubus Points: 0
Skill: Time Stop
Physique: 3
Strength: 4
Agility: 5
Stamina: 3
[Host has used 1 Incubus Point to return. It is recommended the host earn Incubus Points to strengthen yourself.]
[To earn points, the host must indulge in pleasure with the opposite sex.]
[Task 1: Ask Layra what color panties she is wearing (Reward: 1 Incubus Point)]
[Task 2 : Say thank you to Alexa for the teaching after class (Reward: 1 Incubus Point)]
James stared at the screen, his heart racing as time resumed its flow around him.
The class continued, but nothing felt the same.
What the hell had he just gotten himself into?