The Academy's NTR Villain

She was already unbuttoning the jacket when he locked the door.

He leaned against the wood and watched her fingers work. They were not steady.

The top button came free.

Then the second.

The academy blazer opened and showed the white shirt underneath. Her full chest pushed against the fabric with every breath.

"You know this is the fourth time, right?"

"I said."

Elara’s golden eyes flicked up to him for half a second, then back to her own hands.

"I can count."

"Just checking."

Last three times you said it was the last time.

"I am starting to think your counting is broken."

Her jaw tightened.

A small flush rose on her pale cheeks. She pulled the jacket off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

The shirt followed.

She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let that fall too.

Her heavy breasts spilled free. Pink nipples already tight from the cool air and the tension.

She did not cover them.

She just stood there with her chin up, as if daring him to say something. Leo did not.

He only looked.

She pushed the skirt down next, then the plain white panties.

They stuck a little between her thighs before peeling away. Now she was completely naked in the middle of his room.

White hair.

Golden eyes full of anger and something wetter.

Full breasts.

Soft hips.

And between her legs, the soft pink slit that had already taken his cock three times. It was already glistening.

Leo pushed off the door and walked to the desk.

He picked up the new recording crystal she had brought, turned it on, and set it where it could see the whole bed. Soft blue light glowed.

"Your boyfriend’s newest toy..."

"I said."

"He really likes collecting these, does not he?"

Elara’s ears turned red.

"Shut up and take your clothes off."

He did.

Jacket.

Shirt.

Pants.

Underwear.

His shaft sprang free, already thick and hard, the head shiny.

Her eyes dropped to it for a second. She swallowed, then looked away fast.

Leo stepped close.

Close enough that the head of his cock almost brushed her stomach.

"Still time to walk out," Leo said quietly.

She glared up at him. "I already told you."

"Stop saying that."

Leo reached out and cupped one full breast. Soft.

Heavy.

The nipple pressed into his palm.

She flinched but did not pull away. He brushed his thumb across the tight peak and watched her breath catch.

"Your body does not agree with your mouth..."

"I said."

"Fuck you."

"That is the plan."

He guided her back until her legs hit the bed.

She sat, then lay down when Leo pressed her shoulder. White hair spread across his pillow.

Golden eyes stared up at the ceiling like she could pretend she was somewhere else.

He climbed over her and kissed her. This time her mouth opened faster than the first night.

Her tongue met his with less fight.

A small wet sound left her throat. He sucked on her tongue and she made another noise she clearly hated.

His hand stayed on her breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple until it was stiff and wet from his fingers.

He kissed down her neck, biting lightly, then took the other breast into his mouth. He sucked hard.

Her back arched.

"Ah...!"

The sound escaped before she could stop it.

He flicked the nipple with his tongue, then bit down just enough to make her gasp again. Spit shone on her pale skin.

He switched sides and gave the other breast the same treatment until both nipples were red and wet.

Then Leo moved lower.

Leo pushed her thighs open. She resisted for half a second, then let them fall.

Her pussy was already wetter than the third night.

Soft pink lips swollen.

Clear fluid coating the entrance and dripping down toward her ass. He leaned in and licked her from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke.

Elara’s whole body jerked.

"W-Wait, Leo...!"

Leo did not wait.

He spread her open with his thumbs and licked deeper, pushing his tongue inside her tight hole.

She was hot and wet and tasted clean. He sucked on her clit hard, flicking it fast with the tip of his tongue.

"Nngh...!"

"Stop looking so close... it is dirty... ah...!"

Her hips tried to twist away.

Leo held them down and kept eating her. Loud wet sounds filled the quiet room.

Her thighs trembled.

More clear fluid spilled onto his tongue and chin.

Leo pushed two fingers inside her. She was still tight, but her walls opened easier now.

He curled them and rubbed the soft spot inside while his mouth stayed locked on her clit.

Elara’s breathing turned into broken gasps.

"Leo... just put your cock in... I do not want to feel this much with your mouth... please..."

He ignored her and kept fingering her deeper. Wet squelching sounds mixed with her calculating moans.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers every time Leo pushed in.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, they were shiny with her juices. He wiped them across her soft inner thigh and moved up.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her wet slit, coating it.

Every time it brushed her clit she twitched hard. Then Leo pushed in.

Slow at first.

Her tight pussy stretched around the head, then the shaft.

She was hotter and wetter than before. He kept pushing until his balls pressed against her ass and every inch was buried inside her.

"Full... so full... ah," she whispered, voice shaking.

He stayed still for a second, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze around him like they were trying to milk him already.

Then he started moving.

Deep, steady strokes.

The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust.

Leo grabbed one and squeezed hard, pinching the nipple.

"Hate this..."

she gasped.

"I hate that my pussy... gets this wet for you..."

He fucked her harder.

The bed creaked.

Her tight walls clung to him on every pull-out and swallowed him again on every thrust. Clear fluid coated his cock and dripped onto the sheets.

He leaned down and kissed her roughly.

She kissed back hard, almost desperate, moaning into his mouth while he kept pounding her. Elara’s POV

Why does it feel better every time?

The thought burned.

She hated it.

She hated the way her hips lifted to meet his thrusts. She hated the wet sounds her body made.

She hated that her hands had already moved to his back instead of pushing him away.

Caelum’s face flashed in her mind. The way he had looked at her after the match.

Soft.

Broken.

Needing this.

She was doing this for Caelum.

Only for Caelum.

So why did her chest feel tight when Leo’s cock hit that deep place again? Why did a moan slip out that sounded nothing like duty?

Her pride screamed.

Her body did not listen.

She turned her face into the pillow so the crystal would not see the expression she could not control. Leo’s hips kept moving.

Deep.

Steady.

Relentless.

Leo reached between them and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.

Her whole body locked up. "Coming!"

"I am coming!"

Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing around his cock as she came.

Clear fluid gushed out around his shaft. Her back arched high.

For a few seconds her proud face looked completely broken by pleasure.

Leo did not stop.

He kept fucking her through the orgasm, grinding deep, until her legs shook and she tried to push at his chest. Then Leo pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up.

Her white hair spilled across the pillow.

Her full ass was in the air. Her wet pussy open and dripping, still twitching from the orgasm.

He slammed back inside in one hard thrust.

"Ah!"

He fucked her from behind hard and deep. The wet slap of skin on skin was loud.

Her heavy breasts swung under her with every thrust.

Leo grabbed a handful of her white hair and pulled her head back so the crystal could see her face.

"Look at it," Leo said, voice low.

"Your perfect boyfriend will watch how your pussy takes his cock again."

Elara’s golden eyes were glassy. She bit her lip hard but soft, broken moans still spilled out of her.

Leo reached under and rubbed her clit again while he kept pounding her.

She came a second time with a muffled cry into the pillow, her pussy squeezing and milking his cock. Leo was getting close himself, but Leo was not finished yet.

Leo pulled out, rolled onto his back, and dragged her on top of him.

"Ride it."

She glared at him, features flushed with exquisite humiliation and silent tears of pleasure and shame, but she straddled him and sank down on his cock. They both groaned as she took every inch.

Her full breasts hung in front of his face.

Leo sat up and sucked one nipple hard while she started moving. At first her hips were awkward.

Then her body took over.

She lifted and dropped faster, chasing the feeling, her tight pussy sliding up and down his shaft with wet, filthy sounds.

"Fuck... your cock is too deep..."

she gasped.

"It keeps hitting... that place..."

Leo held her hips and thrust up hard to meet her. The sound of their bodies meeting got louder.

Her white hair stuck to her sweaty face.

Golden eyes half-closed.

Soft, calculating moans left her every time she sank down. They stayed like that for a long time.

Fucking deep and wet.

Her pussy kept getting hotter and wetter around him.

The recording crystal glowed quietly on the desk, capturing every bounce of her breasts, every time her mouth fell open, every wet sound her body made for him. Leo felt the familiar warm pulse through the dark gravity rings behind his ribs growing stronger with every thrust.

This was only the start of the night.

And neither of them was done.