The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 562: Epilogue 10 - New School Year, New Troubles (2)

The new school year had barely begun, yet it wasted no time in throwing surprises our way. Just when we thought we'd had our fill of unexpected developments—especially after the whole Estelle Eclair incident—another bombshell dropped on us. Though it didn't quite reach the same level of shock, it was still enough to send ripples through the academy.

For one, there were new professors. Apparently, the second-year teaching staff had undergone some changes, with Rose and Sesillian being replaced.

The first of the newcomers was a man—not exactly young. In fact, "old" might have been an understatement. His face was heavily lined with deep wrinkles, his once-dark hair had long since faded to a weary gray, and his beard stretched down in a wild, unkempt mass. Most noticeably, he was bald, with a smooth dome that gleamed slightly under the classroom lights.

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But what stood out even more than his age was his attire. The man looked as if he had stepped right out of a fantasy novel. A long, flowing magician's cloak billowed slightly as he walked, and in his grip was an oversized wand—no, a staff, given its sheer size. To top it all off, he wore a ridiculously large hat that practically swallowed the upper half of his head. Maybe he was using it to hide his baldness? A desperate attempt, if so.

His name, from what I had gathered, was Melnard Curious. And given how much he looked like a wizard straight out of a fairy tale, I couldn't help but wonder if his family name had something to do with it.

The second professor was a woman—though calling her that felt a little strange, even if it wasn't inaccurate. She barely reached my chest in height, her small frame making her seem more like a young girl than an actual professor. Her long green hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with the thin, circular glasses perched delicately on her nose.

Like the first one, she too had the aura of a magician—except her robes seemed more refined, embroidered with intricate golden patterns that shimmered faintly under the light.

Her name was Freta. No surname, no further details. Just Freta.

But the surprises didn't stop there. As I scanned the list of professors assigned to our classes, my eyes landed on two very familiar names.

Irene and Gabrielle.

Before I had time to process it, Trill nudged me from the side.

"Hey, Leon."

I turned my head slightly. She was leaning into me, resting against my shoulder as she casually scrolled through her phone. A lollipop rested between her lips, the stick tilting at a slight angle as she absentmindedly sucked on it.

On my other side, Yr had completely given up on staying awake. She had slumped against me, using my body as a makeshift pillow. Her mouth hung open slightly, a thin line of saliva trailing from the corner of her lips.

"Yeah?" I responded, shifting slightly to accommodate both of them.

"You free tomorrow night?" she asked, her tone casual, though there was an underlying playfulness to it.

I furrowed my brows slightly. "I don't think I have anything planned. Why?"

"Nothing much." Trill smirked, twirling the lollipop in her mouth. "We just want you around that day, that's all."

Her words carried a certain weight, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was implying. Still, there was no harm in going along with whatever they had planned.

Before I could think too much about it, the door swung open.

Click.

A sudden shift in the air. The classroom, previously filled with idle chatter, fell into a hush.

Footsteps echoed against the floor as Irene walked in.

She looked... the same as ever. No, actually—wait. Had she somehow turned up the intensity of her usual aura? There was something different about her today—something more dangerous.

Her every step exuded a hypnotic confidence, her presence alone enough to awaken the class from its sluggish morning state. There was an unmistakable heat surrounding her, an invisible force that made it impossible to look away.

It wasn't just beauty—it was a kind of raw, untamed allure.

The room stirred as eyes locked onto her. Even those who had been half-asleep just moments ago were suddenly wide awake.

It was as if a Goddess of Lewdness had descended upon us.

She reached the front of the room, pausing for a moment before offering a slow, knowing smile.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

"Good morning to all of you in the Bronze Class," she greeted, her voice smooth and velvety. "I will be your teacher for the General Magic Spells subject."

She let the words linger, scanning the class before continuing.

"This is my first time teaching this subject, so please bear with me. If there's anything you don't understand, don't hesitate to ask, and I'll be sure to explain it to you."

Her gaze flickered ever so slightly in my direction, a subtle smirk playing at her lips.

This... was going to be an interesting class.

***

After class, Irene called me into her office—for what was clearly going to be a very intimate meeting.

It wasn't exactly surprising. Considering we hadn't done anything of the sort during the Spring Vacation, and I had been ignoring her calls and messages, it was only natural that she'd seek me out like this.

And considering just how obscenely lewd she had been today, maybe—just maybe—I had been craving this just as much as she had.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she didn't waste a single second.

Her body collided against mine, her soft, curvaceous frame pressing into me with desperate hunger. Our lips crashed together, fusing in a heated, almost violent kiss. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, wet and slick, twisting and curling around mine like a serpent, claiming me.

I retaliated, plunging my tongue deep into hers, filling her mouth with my saliva as I sucked on her lips, drawing out a muffled moan from her throat. The obscene schlick of our messy, open-mouthed kisses echoed in the office, only growing wetter as we devoured each other.

Her massive breasts—soft yet incredibly firm—crushed against my chest, the warmth of her body seeping through the fabric of her blouse. I could feel every tantalizing curve molding against me, her scent—intoxicating and sweet—flooding my senses and making my cock throb painfully within my pants.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled away, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connecting our lips before breaking apart.

"It's been so long..." she murmured, her voice dripping with longing, her eyes glazed over with hunger. "You've been ignoring me... I felt really sad, you know? I didn't even know what I did."

"I was just busy," I replied, though it sounded like a pathetic excuse even to me.

"You could have at least spared me some time, you know?" she pouted, her fingers trailing teasingly down my chest. "I prepared myself for you to come, you know? I was always so hot and bothered..."

I didn't know how to respond to that—not that it mattered.

Before I could say anything, she suddenly turned around, stepping forward until her hips pressed against her desk.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she bent over.

The sight in front of me was mouthwatering.

Her exquisite ass—perfectly round and tantalizingly plump—was right there, still tightly hugged by her pencil skirt. The taut fabric clung to her curves in a way that made it look painted on, emphasizing the seductive shape of her hips and thighs.

She pressed her palms against the desk, arching her back as she swayed her hips, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

"I'm hot and bothered now too... And it's been so long since you've touched me." She wiggled her ass, her tone dripping with need. "I want you to fuck me today, Leon."

That was all I needed to hear.

There was no stopping now—not with the way my blood was boiling with lust, not with the way my cock was already straining painfully against my pants.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us in an instant, leaning over her as my hands slid around her waist—

And then upward.

My fingers found their way to her perfect, lush breasts, molding around their soft, voluptuous curves.

"Hnn... Your hands... Oh, how I missed your rough hands..." she moaned, pushing her body back into me, her breath growing heavier.

Even through the fabric of her blouse, her breasts felt incredible—warm, supple, and so full, as if they had grown even larger since the last time I had touched them. I squeezed them, reveling in the way her body shuddered under my touch, my cock twitching at the way she whimpered against the desk.

"You have spare clothes, right?" I murmured into her ear, my voice low and teasing.

"H-Huh...? Y-Yeah, I do," she stammered, her voice laced with anticipation.

A smirk curled on my lips.

I didn't hesitate.

I grabbed the front of her blouse with both hands—

And ripped it open.

The crisp sound of fabric tearing filled the office as buttons flew across the room, bouncing against the floor. Her magnificent breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly from the sudden movement, only barely restrained by the thin lace of her bra.

The sight made my cock throb, a primal hunger igniting in my veins.

"Leon, you..." she gasped, turning her head to look back at me, her face flushed a deep crimson. But her lips curled into a naughty smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I figured since you have spare clothes, I could just wreck what you're currently wearing," I murmured, my voice thick with desire as I pressed my hardened cock against her plump, round ass.

She let out a small gasp, then, ever so teasingly, began to grind against me—rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles to feel my stiffness.

"Well... if you want," she purred, her voice a velvety whisper, "You can wreck it all."