Amara subconsciously covered her chest with her bag, only remembering that Aizawa had ripped her bra off and never returned it. Her next class was just adjacent, and when she opened the door, everyone turned to look at her. Amara screamed, disobeying him once more.Īmara wanted to curse Aizawa. Without warning, he slid his cock into her cunt. Satisfied, Aizawa stepped back to admire her tender ass, now in the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen. She could barely stay in position, feeling as though her knees could buckle at any time. Aizawa tutted at that, slapping her ass once more with a commanding, “Restart.” She was crying by the time she reached twenty, her voice shaky and out of breath. To make it worse, Aizawa had used two fingers to run up and down her wet slit, slowly at first then faster, making her lose count. The longer it went, the harder it was for her to keep count while enduring the pain and pleasure. Amara didn’t register that the strikes became increasingly harder until she felt tears stinging her eyes. The next one came, followed by the next and the next, the sounds echoing in the empty lecture theatre. She almost let slip a swear, but she forced herself to clamp her mouth shut, only opening it to count out loud and clearly. The first smack was loud and sharp, the sound piercing her ears and the pain jolting through her body. She reassured her best friend, adding that his drawing of their classmate Kaminari sleeping was ridiculous but accurate. The two continued to joke around, oblivious to their professor's change in mood. Amara chuckled to herself, making Sero freeze in fear that he had been caught not listening. After all, she had that picture saved for a special occasion, and she would have sent it to him during the weekend if he had responded to her texts. It was hard to see his expression clearly from afar, but Amara knew he had to be speechless.
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Aizawa remained unmoving for almost a full minute. He excused himself and checked the message he received. Aizawa stopped in the midst of his explanation, casting a side-eye to his phone that lit up. It wasn’t long before someone’s phone beeped loudly. She tapped on the screen for a few quick seconds then tucked it into her bag. While Sero was busy writing down notes or rather doodling on his notebook, she secretly used her phone under the table. She wasn’t going to let him end it just like that, so she chose to take things a step further. Boring, she huffed, hoping to get more of a reaction from the male. Aizawa had made the decision to ignore her and resume teaching, not bothering to acknowledge that her answer was correct.