Chapter 3

The heat from her palm made my scalp tingle. My body's natural instinct made my dick twitch in her grip.

"Oh! Keith, are you awake?"

Vivian let out a small gasp and immediately yanked her hand out of my pants.

「Shit! Did she realize I was awake? Or did she just feel how hard I was?」

Whatever, this wasn't the time to overthink it. To avoid the awkwardness, I decided to keep playing dead. I didn't make a sound.

After a moment, Vivian stood up and grabbed me by the legs. She began to laboriously drag me out of the bathroom.

Thump!

A loud bang echoed.

「Damn it! She just slammed my head into something!」

She stopped then and lifted my upper body, placing me onto something soft.

Then she lifted my legs up as well.

***

Vivian's footsteps gradually faded away. I squinted my eyes, quietly watching her retreating figure.

Her nightgown swayed gently with every step, revealing her slender legs in a vision that was sheer torture.

Once she disappeared around the corner, I bolted upright. I sat there panting, eyes darting around the room.

I was in the living room, and the air was thick with the same sweet fragrance that clung to her body.

My mind was a chaotic mess as I tried to figure out how to handle this absurd situation, but then I heard footsteps returning from the hallway.

I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and threw myself back into my original position.

The footsteps drew closer and finally stopped not far from me. I could hear her fiddling with something. It sounded like a tripod or a phone stand being set up.

Then, the distinct chime of an iMessage video call rang out.

A few seconds later, the call connected. A middle-aged man's voice came through the speaker. "Vivian, is it handled?"

Vivian's voice sounded helpless as she whispered back, "Blake, there was an accident. He fainted."

My entire body went rigid when I heard the name "Blake."

Wasn't our university president's name Blake Thornton? And what the hell did he mean by "is it handled"?

Overwhelmed by suspicion, I risked another squint from behind Vivian's back.

Holy shit! The middle-aged man on the screen in the sharp suit was definitely President Blake Thornton.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I squeezed my eyes shut again and kept playing dead.

"How did that happen? Fine, since he's out cold, just take care of it yourself. Remember to record the whole process. Not a word of this can leak out."

"I know," she murmured.

After the call disconnected, I felt Vivian move right next to me.

Her breathing was ragged, carrying a faint heat.

Then, I felt her hands reach for my waist. She expertly unzipped my fly and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees.

My thick, long cock, already stiff from the previous stimulation, sprang free instantly.

Vivian's palm wrapped around it. She gave it a few experimental tugs and gasped, "Oh my God, it's so big!"

The sensation sent a wave of pleasure through my scalp, and I barely registered what she said next.

She didn't seem satisfied with the manual pace, because she suddenly stopped. An instant later, a wet, hot, and incredibly soft sensation enveloped the head of my penis.

The feeling of that warm, slick interior and the way a tongue flicked against the sensitive ridge made it clear. Vivian was actually giving me a blowjob.

The elegant, ice-queen professor who every guy at school worshipped from afar was currently kneeling in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth.

The sheer intensity of the contrast hit my brain like a lightning bolt.

My rod swelled even further, veins bulging until I felt like I was stretching her mouth to its limit.

Because I was so hard, I accidentally bumped against her teeth. Terrified of being caught, I forced myself to stay still and keep playing unconscious.

A moment later, a wave of unbearable pleasure surged from my groin. My breathing grew heavy, and I finally snapped.

"Ah!" I let out a loud shout and sat bolt upright. I clamped my hands onto the back of Vivian's head and began to thrust my hips wildly.

I drove my hard meat in and out of her wet, soft mouth in a frantic rhythm. Each thrust bottomed out deep in her throat, forcing muffled, suggestive moans from her.

Vivian was clearly terrified by my sudden movement. Her hands pressed against my thighs as she struggled, let out blurred sounds of protest from her throat.

But I was completely dominated by lust now. There was no way I was letting her go.

I gripped her head tighter, my thrusts becoming more aggressive and rapid as I claimed the warmth of her mouth.

After struggling for a while, Vivian seemed to realize she couldn't escape. Her body gradually went limp, and she began to moving with me.

But this wasn't enough to make me come. I grabbed her hair, pinned her down on the sofa, and hoisted her beautiful legs over my shoulders. I lined my cock up with her pussy.

Seeing me pin her down with my rigid cock aimed right at her wet core, Vivian began to struggle violently again just as I prepared to drive inside.

"Keith! No! I'm your professor, you can't do this!"