MATTER OF HONOR

My name is Kyle, I'm 27 years old, single and I teach Constitutional Law at the University of California.

My life is hectic in every way.

When I'm not teaching classes at the university, I'm at parties and clubs, and most of my companions are students from the university itself.

I know that for many, this teacher-student relationship is unethical, but no one has ever taken me to the board, and the students adore me, especially the female students.

My record is impeccable, and this is the second consecutive year that I have received the title of best professor.

I know that the students throw themselves at me, always wanting to get a little cone, and I'm not hypocritical in saying that I don't like it, some are very hot, and I've even dated some of them, but nothing that would make me lose focus In my job.

Speaking of my personal life, I don't like serious relationships, and I don't stay with a woman for more than twice, I like to satisfy myself sexually, and in sex anything goes, but I hardly find someone who has the same fetishes as me .

I don't run after women, they run after me, and my specialty is leaving them with their panties wet.

I love being challenged, despite knowing that I win all the challenges that women propose to me, they play games, they play hard to get, and I pretend that they really are, but in the end, I'm the one who feels the taste of victory.

Every beginning of the semester, I go to university prepared to see a bunch of women interrupting my way, with their extravagant decons, practically rubbing their breasts in my face, I always have to arrive early so they don't make me late for my class.

Some are so obsessed with me that they fail my subject just to continue taking classes with me, because I only teach freshmen or repeat students.

In the following semesters are other teachers.

So I'm used to having a high degree of attention, and anything different from that makes me strangely uncomfortable.

Although that didn't used to happen, until today, when a new student treated me like a “nobody” inside my classroom.

She already caught my attention because of her hair color, it's a coppery red, her skin is white and her lips and cheeks are very rosy, and she wore a little violet dress, which highlighted her breasts well, and the freckles on her face, they made her look more like a girl than she really was, giving the impression of innocence.

But she is not innocent at all.

She laughed in my face, and blatantly snubbed me, as well as affronting me in front of the whole room.

I even tried to kick her out of the room, but the girl is a law student, she used every possible argument to stop me from taking her out of the room.

She didn't even need to study anymore, she was fully ready to be both a defense attorney and a prosecution.

I've never come across a situation like this, confronting a student who didn't even allow herself to get to know me.

She didn't look at me longingly like the others, she gave me cold, judgmental looks.

I tried to be friendly, and understandable since it was her first day of school, but she was arrogant and rude, and made it clear that the only thing she was interested in was my subject.

I felt that there was a double meaning in her speech, it's as if she wanted to tell me that nothing about me as a man interested her, only my class.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, and at the same time challenged.

This girl didn't know what she was lying to when she decided to confront me.

I walked towards her, leaving a teasing smile, and spoke right in her ear.

- That's what we're going to see, Miss Celine.

I turned my back, already feeling my cock throbbing, I went behind my desk, sat in the chair, and waited for him to calm down.

I didn't dare look at her anymore, if there was one thing this girl knew how to do, it was to unsettle me.

And I wouldn't let it go cheap.

Like the others, she would also wear wet panties for me.

It is a matter of honor to end this nymphet's arrogance.

Her pussy must be so pink and tight, that it will be a real challenge to be close to her without imagining her riding me, and begging me to eat her.

This is usually how women feel about me, this girl will be no different.

I want to see her go back to looking at me coldly and snubbing me after I make her moan uncontrollably.

At the end of class, I hugged the students and kissed them on the cheeks as usual.

As Celine was leaving, I called her.

- Miss Celine?

She looked at me, and snorted impatiently.

I could spank her ass after that.

- What a cheeky girl, I thought.

Celine: Is there a problem teacher?

- Yeah, you're the problem. What an arrogant way to treat your teacher.

Celine: Sorry, tomorrow I'll bring a red carpet for you to walk on sir.

- Mister nothing, call me you. I'm not that old, I'm old enough to be your boyfriend.

Celine: You're old enough to be my grandfather, and I don't date seniors, now excuse me, I have to go get something to eat before the next class.

She turned her back on me and I was once again speechless.

- How can this girl be so sassy and unbearable like that?

Grandmother? I'm only 27 years old.

I spent all day thinking about her, the way she used words against me, the way she behaved.

If on the first day, she already caused this in me, I don't even want to imagine what the rest of the semester will be like.

- Celine, Celine, you don't lose by waiting.

You pay me.