The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 315: Chapter 50 - Charlotte's Punishment (5)

Charlotte finally came down from her intense orgasm, her face now twisted in a mix of fury and shame as she clutched at herself with trembling hands.

"You scum!" she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling one after another. The drastic shift from her intense glare to pleasure and back to fury was almost amusing to watch.

"Be grateful I'm not scum enough to show him how you got railed," I shot back. "If I were really a scum, I'd have done a hell of a lot more to humiliate you."

She growled at me.

"If you've got the time to growl at me like that, why don't you just start cleaning my dick?" I said, my voice cutting through the tension. "I can't just stuff it back in my pants like this, can I?"

She clicked her tongue in frustration but still sank to her knees on the floor. She began to clean my dick, her tongue flicking over every inch with meticulous care, even reaching down to my balls. Her attention to detail was striking.

I ran my hand gently over her head and said, "Good girl."

At first, she flinched, the praise catching her off guard. Then, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a puzzled confusion .

"What? You've never been called a good girl before?" I asked, my tone taunting. "It's only right to reward those who are putting in the effort."

Her face flushed a deep red at my words, but she kept sucking my cock, her tongue working diligently. After she had cleaned it thoroughly, she straightened up.

"I need to wash my mouth and get something to wipe with. There's stuff dripping down my legs," she said.

"Don't bother," I told her. "Your punishment isn't finished. You're going back to your room with my cum still in your mouth and sperm running down your legs. And hand over your underwear and bra. I want you to go commando."

"W-What...?" Charlotte's eyes widened in shock, her voice trembling. "Y-You can't be serious!"

I didn't respond, just extended my hand and motioned for her to comply.

With a tense scowl, she begrudgingly slipped off her panties and handed them to me, her fingers trembling. She then pulled her bra out from beneath her uniform and gave that to me as well, her movements stiff with embarrassment.

She buttoned her uniform with a forced calm, smoothing out her skirt and jacket with an almost mechanical precision. I told her to leave the office.

With a wary and hesitant demeanor, she made her way to the exit, glancing around nervously before slipping out the door.

"You really enjoy this kind of stuff, don't you, Leon?" Artemis said with a teasing smile. "I'm starting to get a bit scared of the man I've fallen for."

Gabrielle chimed in, her voice dripping with admiration. "That's exactly what I love about Master. His unforgiving nature is what keeps me wet all the time."

Right now, Charlotte wasn't fully submitting to me like Gabrielle. Artemis wasn't entirely dominated yet, but she obeyed me because she loved me. I needed to make Charlotte come around like those two.

"Well then, I'll head back to my classroom now. See you later, you two," I said, giving them a final glance before exiting the office.

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The bell rang, its sharp chime signaling that it was time for us academy students to head back to our classrooms. As I walked from the office to the second floor where my room was, I felt a gnawing discomfort.

Even though I was dressed, it felt like I was walking around completely naked. With no underwear on, I was exposed from top to bottom. My one hand was pressed firmly against my chest, desperately trying to cover myself.

I wore my uniform, but without a bra. If I didn't keep my hand in place, my nipples would be clearly visible, poking through the fabric. The rough texture of the uniform brushing against my bare skin only heightened my discomfort.

I wasn't wearing panties either, which left me desperately clutching my skirt to prevent it from being lifted by the breeze. Despite my efforts, the sticky liquid dripping from between my legs was still making its way down my thighs.

And the smell... I could distinctly scent the lingering aroma of a man all over my body.

Leon was clearly enjoying every moment of this. He was a scummy sadist, delighting in my discomfort and suffering.

I had to be careful not to let any of my classmates notice my predicament, particularly those who had been harassing me. If they discovered I wasn't wearing anything underneath my uniform, it would be disastrous. I'd sink even deeper into humiliation, hitting rock bottom with no way to escape.

I stepped into the classroom and sank into my seat, acutely aware of every gaze piercing through me. Was it really happening? Were all their eyes fixated on me? Please, don't look at me. I couldn't bear any more of this torment.

Tears began to sting at the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision. Simultaneously, a sticky, uncomfortable sensation started to build up in my groin.

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Leon's POV

Classes had become a dull, repetitive blur. The lessons droned on about things I'd already mastered, and most of the discussions felt like pointless noise. Sure, there were some moments where the material was worth paying attention to, but never enough to keep my focus. I found myself fighting off the heavy pull of sleep more often than not.

I'd become a pro at sleeping with my eyes open, fooling everyone into thinking I was paying attention when I was actually far from it.

But today, my luck ran out. It was one of those days when my little trick didn't go unnoticed.

"Student Leon," Professor Irene's voice cut through my slumber like a knife, jolting me awake. She stood beside me, her arms crossed tightly under her large breasts, making them more pronounced. Her purple eyes, sharp as daggers behind her glasses, bore into me with a mix of irritation and authority. "You've been sleeping through my entire class. After this, come to my office. We need to have a word."

It felt like Professor Irene had finally reached her limit with me.