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The afternoon sun filters through the window glass panes, dyeing the nearly empty walls of the school a brilliant yellow. The click-clack of hurrying footsteps down the hall could be heard as the last of the students departed, eager to return home after a long day of classes.
But all was silent in this suffocating office room — save for the gentle rustling of papers, and the nervous breathing of a weary student fidgeting before her professor’s desk, her face dark with wear and gloom.
An emotion painfully uncharacteristic of a girl whose name meant “light” - Lumine’s light was all but snuffed out after countless sleepless nights, her body beyond ravaged bearing the insurmountable pressure. Rest is a luxury just out of reach for her as twenty hours of the day were consumed by academia, leaving her barely enough time to eat, let alone sleep.
Yet it all sounds like a pathetic excuse. As students attending one of the nation’s top universities, who doesn’t struggle? All this was a test of endurance and grit, an experiment to separate the diamonds from the coal; those who crack under the pressure will be abandoned, left in the dust of their peers to pick themselves back up.
But how much of this was necessary? Hasn’t she been thoroughly broken already?
Isn’t this… too much?
Lumine wonders as she stands there, stupefied as she struggles to process the earlier encounter with one of her professors. Every point of adversity she had ever faced pales in comparison to this.
She only asked for a little bit of mercy -- a short and simple “no” would have sufficed. But Dr. Zandik, appearing to be a heartless demon hailing from the ninth circle of hell, felt that he needed to take it one step further.
Expecting students to have memorized every functional group by the second day of class was a little ridiculous. Then came the sheer number of labs and corresponding preparatory work due by the start of every week. But that was standard, and Lumine could respect that; the nature of organic chemistry requires the class to be structured in a similar way.
So Lumine gives it her all, dedicating almost every ounce of her energy and every minute of her time just to keep up with the workload. A failure to do so would lead to the detriment of her grades, and in turn, everything she’s ever worked for.
She tries and she tries, but she often just falls short. Couldn’t he feel even a bit of sympathy?
“Miss Lumine, your slipping scores are a result of both countless late penalties as well as your inability to perform on your exams — neither of which I can fix for you,” his cold words echoed in her head. “Either finish your tasks on time or suffer the consequences. That has always been the policy, and there will be no exceptions.”
To have nearly devoted her life to his class, all for the professor to hold not even an ounce of consideration -- even going as far as to disrespect her with a smug smile — Lumine cannot help but laugh, feeling bitter, stupid, and hurt.
Disenchanted, Lumine could only hope to approach a kinder professor to try and plead for the time she did not have.
“Professor Pantalone,” she breathed. “I’m sorry to approach you again, but if it’s possible… I’d like to ask for another extension.”
The student’s anxious words hung in the office air, the tension heavy as the professor set down his pen with a sigh.
“Miss Lumine,” he started with a gentle smile. “This is the third time you’re asking for an extension. Are you having trouble with the material, or is there something else that’s hindering you from performing as you usually do in my class?”
His question was earnest and sincere, but Lumine could not help but avert her eyes upon sensing the disappointment in his voice.
“No, I… I just haven’t been able to keep up with the homework due to… other commitments, but with a little more time, I’m sure I can get it done!”
“Is that so,” he hummed, coming from behind the desk to stand before her. “Unfortunately, grade transcripts are due at the end of this week. So as much as I want to help you… I really cannot give you any more time.”
Dismayed, Lumine took a step towards him. “But Professor, I…”
“I’m sorry,” Pantalone shook his head. “Please try your best to submit your remaining assignments in two days, even if they are incomplete.”
She lowered her head in resignation, withering as her final hopes for negotiation were dashed.
Forty-eight hours to complete weeks of missing work. No matter how much she thinks about it, it's an impossible feat. On top of everything else…
Really, it seems that there was no hope for her.
Lumine gives the professor a polite nod and a whisper of thanks for his time. Pantalone only spares her an apologetic smile as she turns to leave.
…At least, that was a slightly more cordial exchange than with the likes of —
“Oh? And who do we have here?”
The door swings open behind her and Lumine whirls around, the all too familiar voice immediately stirring up a storm inside of her.
“Dr. Zandik,” Pantalone clipped, his expression cross. “I would’ve thought you to have better manners than to intrude upon my meetings.”
“Apologies, I thought you were already done for the day,” the Doctor answered with a smile. “Though you rarely invite students up to your office. What’s the occasion today?”
Dr. Zandik eyed her up and down as he walked towards the pair, scrutinizing her with a light scoff. Lumine feels her blood boiling, the waves of her earlier resentment return with an intensity so strong she nearly topples over.
“This is Miss Lumine, one of my most esteemed students,” Pantalone said. “Do treat her with some respect.”
“Oh, I know,” he answered airily. “Lumine from the morning class. Sorry about refusing your request for a pardon earlier; playing favorites isn’t exactly my style.”
Mirth dances in his eyes as they flit up to steal a glance at the other man behind her. “Though, you’re smart for trying to plead with a professor that does .”
It took Lumine every fiber of her being to subdue her anger, knuckles turning white from how hard she had been clenching her fists.
“…Are you done with your commentary?” Pantalone interjected, the corners of his lips twitching. “I’d appreciate it if you would stop making such baseless accusations.”
“That was hardly an accusation; you’re just defensive because it’s true,” Dr. Zandik shrugged. “But nobody would blame you; this kind of student is one in a million. Aren’t you, Miss Lumine?”
He takes a step towards her, a smug grin on his face as he backs Lumine against the desk — against Pantalone, who had been standing behind her. Instinctively, he catches her arm to aid her balance, earning a glance from the man in front.
“Diligent, hardworking… honest ,” Dr. Zandik chuckled. “Heh, you could barely hide your disdain for me. Is it because I found out your little ploy to wrap your professors around your finger?”
“I don’t, ” Lumine gritted through her teeth. “And asking for a little more time to complete the absurd amount of work you assign is hardly against the rules.”
“Oho, feisty now, are we?” The Doctor mused. “Sure, that may be true, but who’s to say you haven’t asked for other… favors , for lack of a better term?”
Smirking, he grabs Lumine by the chin, tilting her face up to meet his.
“Zandik,” Pantalone warned, his tone stern. “Unhand her at once.”
“Look at you, getting so protective over your adorable little student,” he sighed. “It’s obvious those feelings run deeper than you’d like to admit. Otherwise…”
Dr. Zandik’s hand slips beneath her skirt, sliding his hand lightly past the lace hem of her panties before running his fingers up and down her clothed crevice. His other hand wanders up, tracing over her curvaceous figure to reach her chest, eliciting a startled gasp from the student when he gropes her through her shirt.
“You wouldn’t be scowling so much at the thought of sharing your student with someone else?”
As Dr. Zandik continued his advances, Pantalone remained still, conflict evident on his face as he watched. Everything in his rational mind warns him to resist, to curb this taboo desire and silence these inappropriate thoughts -- but all he wants is to give in and indulge in this paradise of a girl he’s been secretly wanting, so lovely and divine.
Meanwhile, Lumine only continued to squirm in defiance, frantic as she tried to escape their hold. His hand only tightens - an unconscious reaction.
“Weren’t you begging for a favor from me earlier, Lumine? Maybe this is your chance to get it,” Dr. Zandik supplied. “And you know I don’t give favors.”
“N-no, I don’t-“
“Yes, yes you do,” he laughed. “You’re mortified at the thought of your grade point average tanking because of my class, aren’t you? Isn’t that why you begged me to pardon your lowest test score? Or what was that for?”
Dr. Zandik trails his fingers through the buttons of her blouse, mirth dancing in his eyes as they snap right off her uniform.
“I’m curious to see exactly how much you’re willing to risk, how far you’re willing to go for a few inked numbers on a piece of paper,” he purred, toying with the front clasp of her bra. “Impress me, and maybe, just maybe -- I’ll grant you the buffer you need.”
At his words, Lumine releases a shuddered breath; every single one of her worries can be potentially resolved. Even though her mind hesitates, her body seems to be raring to go, reacting to his every touch, no matter how adverse she thought she was to him.
Even though she hated him, even though she didn’t want this — she could not subdue the whimpers bubbling in her throat, and the noises spilling from her mouth with every motion, with every touch.
She knows it’s wrong, but she needed this, desperately so — so just once is fine, right?
But before she could utter her answer, Dr. Zandik was already licking his lips as he gradually closed the distance. In a panic, Lumine turns away from him -- only for another hand to slide around her neck from behind, bringing her chin up to where his lips would descend to slot against hers.
Pantalone, who had all but completely given in to his pent-up desires, captures her in a single breath, and any semblance of hope Lumine had of escaping this ordeal evaporates. The despair of forced surrender engulfs her, stripping her of any replaced with a flicker of lust and want that begins as an unnoticeable flicker, before turning into a haze that takes over to control her.
Lumine hums, melting into the dark, warm bliss of Pantalone’s lips.
All and any inhibitions out the window, Pantalone makes quick work of her bra, discarding it to the side as Lumine sighs into his mouth. His fingers latch onto her breasts, rolling, pinching, squeezing her perky nipples between the pads of his fingers. Lumine arches against him, eyes rolling to the back of her head becoming wholly enslaved to the rapture, her lewd moans only egging the men further and further down the path of depravity.
“You sound delectable,” Dr. Zandik husked against her neck, leaving indigo love bites on her soft, fair skin. “I want to hear more of you…”
Lumine winces as he clamps down on her collarbone, hard enough for his canines to draw blood -- but any pain she feels is quickly muddled and replaced by pleasure. All the while he continues to stroke her clothed opening, prodding at the engorged pearl, relishing the dampness gathering at his fingertips.
“I need to taste you.”
Dr. Zandik descends her torso to reach her panties, sniffing them before promptly tugging them aside. He’ll lap up every string of grool, happily savoring every drop of her arousal as he presses his mouth wholly against her core. The additional stimulation elicits a whine from Lumine, her hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth as he continues to tease her vulva with his tongue, blowing, kissing, suckling, and drinking her in.
At Lumine’s torment, Pantalone finds himself rubbing against her from behind, the last of his self-control slowly but surely slipping from his grasp. He buries his face into the crook of Lumine’s neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, a groan escaping him as the tightness in his pants becomes unbearable.
“I want you, Lumine,” he whispered into her ear, his voice strained with primal want. “Please, let me have you…”
Lumine, in her exhilaration, could only babble bits and parts of words: “P-Professor… ah, please- f-fuck me!”
Everything -- from her breathless stutter to the needy way she was grabbing onto his clothes -- smashes the last of his restraint to smithereens. Not that there was any left after getting a taste of her heavenly lips, but when it was her sweet voice enticing him, begging him to take her all the way - how could he possibly hold back?
Greed takes hold, and thus begins his sinful descent.
With trembling fingers, he unzips the article of clothing confining his throbbing erection, a grunt of relief escaping him as it springs free. Languidly, he drags the burning tip to the pucker of her twitching hole, adoring the small gasp she gives when he teases her entrance, like a gentle warning before he finally inserts it in.
But it is he who is taken aback, for there was nothing that could prepare him for the sheer pleasure he’d experience in the next moment. She is ecstasy’s incarnate, the way simply being inside of her nearly sends Pantalone over the edge. Slowly but surely, he pushes into her, each time deeper and deeper while whispering words of reassurance to coax her. Lumine could do nothing but whimper and drawl, the feeling of her walls being stretched apart by his massive girth so unbearably… good.
Entertained by the duo unraveling before him, Dr. Zandik couldn’t help but chuckle, releasing her clitoris with a soft pop of his mouth.
“Guess I shouldn’t dawdle any longer, else I’ll lose out on all the fun,” he remarked. “I hope you’re ready, dear.”
At the sound of his belt unbuckling, Lumine briefly snaps from her delirious trance, her eyes widening as she realizes what is happening.
“W-Wait, no, Professor, I can’t take--” she rasped. “Not another-- It’ll break me! ”
“Oh, I know for a fact you can,” Dr. Zandik responded with a devious snarl, pushing one of her thighs back. “You’ll go any length for a few extra marks, even if it breaks you.”
Dr. Zandik rams into her with a sharp thrust and Lumine nearly screams, her vision blurring with tears as he buries himself all the way to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix.
“There’s nothing I love more than pushing people past their limits,” he husked. “Show me, Lumine, just how much you can take.”
Only the sound of the Doctor’s wild laughter can be heard above the obscene squelching and slapping of their love-making echoing throughout the office. But Lumine’s unable to process any of it in her sensory overload - from the fear of being discovered to the actual perception of pain - it all evades her. The only thing remaining is the overwhelming euphoria of being used, stuffed, and filled to the brim in both holes.
It’s so… addicting…
As if… this was my only purpose in life to fulfill…
I want… more.
As the ravaging continues, Lumine feels it, the imminence of release; inadvertently, she begins to clench around them, grinding her hips to aid their motion. Pantalone’s breaths become haggard as if he were also nearing the brink, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, while Dr. Zandik continues to plunge into her at an increasingly blistering pace.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Pantalone groaned. “You’re close, aren’t you, Lumine?”
“Not yet, baby; just a bit longer,” he pants, as Lumine throws her head back with a whine. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Mercilessly, they continue to pound into her, chasing the same climax with reckless abandon, and Lumine feels as if she’s being torn apart, stars beginning to appear in her vision as her voice rose in pitch and octave --
“Come,” Pantalone pleaded, squeezing her hand in his. “ Fuck , come with me, Lumine--!”
Pantalone’s hips stutter, and with one final snap and thrust from both men, the tightness in her abdomen snaps. Lumine comes with a cry, her body shuddering uncontrollably with the shockwaves of a mind-numbing orgasm surging throughout her frame. Heart swelling, she watches it all overflow: thick globules of hot, white semen oozing down her quivering thighs, dripping onto the marble floor below. For a moment, she blacks out, falling limp into their arms as she drowns in the sea of pleasure, but she is temporarily reawakened by the sensation of Dr. Zandik on her lips, and the curvature of his smile as he tells her: “Well done.”
All past grievances forgiven and forgotten, Lumine purrs happily into the kiss, the gratification of having satisfied him the last thing she feels before falling asleep.
---
“How adorable,” Dr. Zandik remarked. “No wonder you dote on her so much.”
“Because I am so fond of her, I wish you’d treat her with more care,” the other chided him, pressing a loving kiss to her cheek as he laid her down on his couch. “She is my favorite student, after all.”
“Yet she seemed to like it rough,” he mused, toying with a strand of her hair. “She’s malleable, but much more resilient than you think - both favorable properties of the ideal subject. Perhaps I could run a few experiments on her?”
“I’ve already overlooked your trespassing today, and now you wish to take my property?” Pantalone scoffed with indignation. “It’d be unconscionable for me to even answer you.”
“A few potions can’t hurt. In fact, it might even enhance the experience,” he smiled. “So? Do we have a deal?”