The teacher and the demonic nymphet

Celine

Setting foot in the university after becoming the girlfriend of the most chicken teacher and rotated from there, made my belly get wrapped up.

The two of us had agreed to keep it a secret until I graduated, and that meant long years of anonymity, something I could hardly keep, knowing how the manic students he had behaved.

Although there was no rule prohibiting our involvement, Kyle would certainly be accused of benefiting me, given the excellent grades I would have, no one would believe that it would be my merit, the result of all my effort and dedication.

Before I took the first steps towards my room, my cell phone vibrated, I already knew it was him and I only confirmed it by looking at the screen.

- Good morning teacher.

Kyle: Good morning Ms.Celine, I'm calling to see if there isn't a less sexy skirt for you to attend my class today.

I looked back, and there he was, with jeans, a light blue dress shirt, the well-made goatee, and the most tempting look in the world, that highly hot man was my boyfriend and the reason for my most intense sighs .

Before I could answer him, an absurd amount of bitches were surrounding him, and that was enough to make me extremely angry.

His look towards me was of pure desperation, he knew that our agreement would hardly work with me seeing that scene on a daily basis.

I hung up the call, put the cell phone in my pocket, and stood there watching how he was going to get out of that situation without triggering the fury of a jaguar in me.

"We missed you Professor Ky"...

"Came back even more cat"...

" How were the holidays"?

I was about to go there and pull one of those sluts that grabbed his neck, when I saw Monique approaching, of all the bitches, that was the most dangerous.

Monique: Good morning teacher, your girlfriend wouldn't like to see so many women clinging to you.

He immediately looked at me and I narrowed my eyes, making it clear that she was totally right, although I knew that sentence was her way of hitting him for the dump he had given her weeks ago.

That was enough to start several interrogations of desperate bitches with the obvious threat of losing the opportunity to be fucked by him.

" Is that true Ky? You're dating "?

"What do you mean? You're not a man who dates".

Monique: That's what I thought too, but apparently I was wrong, wasn't it professor?

Kyle: It's great to be back and see you again, but my personal life is nobody's business, shall we go to the living room?

" So it is true "?

Kyle: Did you guys hear what I just said?

I was wondering why he didn't confirm that he was dating, he didn't need to say who his girlfriend was, but the fact that he didn't admit it made me even more furious.

I turned my back and went to the living room, trying to control all the whirlwind of things that were going through my head.

My first class would be taught by him, and with the anger that I was, I made a point of going to the back of the room instead of sitting in the front, and he realized this as soon as he walked through the door.

Several claps were clapped with his return in the classroom, and that made me remember the first class I had with him, where everything began, and just like that time, I didn't clap my hands, and laughed derisively.

Of course, that attitude would not go unnoticed by the teacher with the big ego, it was clear that he would remember it too, but I never imagined that he would relive that moment so explicitly.

Kyle: Do you want to share with the class why Miss Celine is funny?

Ah Of course, the difference was that he already knew my name, had already kissed my mouth and licked my pussy.

I glared at him, trying to make him understand that I wasn't enjoying the theater, but it wasn't enough to stop him.

Kyle: We're expecting Ms. Celine.

That teacher was longing to see the devil.

— Like the day we met professor, I still have the freedom to laugh whenever I want without giving anyone explanations.

Kyle: Unlike that time Ms. Celine, I'm not going to ask you to leave the room, but I invite you to come up front and teach the class in my place.

That took me by surprise, after all I didn't know where he was going with that.

Since we started dating, everything went perfectly, he was walking the line, we didn't argue anymore, and he fucked me daily like a thirsty whore, but what he was doing, it was clearly a way of looking for trouble with me.

— How much are you going to pay me so I can go up front and do your job?

Rumors started inside the room, and those people must have been thinking how problematic I was, but the man right in front of me was already sure, and that dating someone problematic was the least of the problems he would have.

Kyle: Either you come, or I give you a zero on my class.

Kyle was definitely willing to visit hell.

— For what purpose do you want me to teach your class professor?

Kyle: I want to see if you deserve to be applauded as much as I am.

— Deserving is something very relative professor, for example, you think you deserve applause for the excellent work you think you do, but in my conception, I think you deserve a lawsuit for the enormous embarrassment that you constantly try to make me put in front of your peers students, read again the compilation of the main rights of the student, and then tell me if you really deserve applause dear teacher.

The entire room fell silent as Kyle and I engaged each other visually.

He needed to remember who "Celine" was, and that eating me in every way possible hadn't changed who I was at all.

He walked slowly to my chair in full view of everyone, while I stood straight, with my legs crossed and the pen cap in my mouth, demonstrating all the emotional control he was trying at all costs to destabilize.

He bent down a little, bringing his lips to my ear, and I shivered with his breathing, but I kept still waiting for him to speak.

Kyle: Just because I eat you every day doesn't mean you have the right to disrespect me inside my classroom Celine.

I glared at him and gave a retort.

“I'm going to keep defending my rights whether you fuck me or not kyle.

Kyle: In my classroom you have no rights.

"Don't you dare challenge me Professor."

He looked around the room, everyone was attentive, waiting for the result of all that explicit confrontation.

Kyle: Alright Miss. Celine, you are excused.

He spoke aloud, putting me on a plateau of regrets, as if I had actually apologized to him.

That attitude was a blatant demonstration that our relationship would never work under those conditions.

I rose from my chair, feeling my temper take full hold of my body, and I could see the tension in Kyle's eyes.

— I don't remember apologizing to you professor, but you will have to do it in the student council after I report you for not teaching your class properly, I missed 15 minutes of material, just to see you inflate your ego.

I walked away without looking back and left the room, of course I wasn't going to denounce him, but I wasn't going to spend another minute in that room with that arrogant and unbearable professor, who, ironically, was my boyfriend.

Of all the versions of myself, I believed that was the safest version of myself, the version that didn't allow me to be a rug for any man.