Chapter 427. The Role-Playing Part Still Continues! But She’s The Academy Student!**

Chapter 427: 427. The Role-Playing Part Still Continues! But She’s The Academy Student!**

A few minutes had passed since the steam had begun to dissipate from the bathroom. William stepped out of the shower stall, droplets of water still clinging to his defined abdominal muscles and cascading down his thighs.

He hadn’t bothered with a towel or clothes yet; his skin still felt warm from the heated water and the adrenaline of their encounter.

Leaning against the cool tile wall, he ran a hand through his damp hair, his mind drifting back to the raw intensity of what they had just done.

"I can’t believe she just let me cum inside her like that..." he muttered to himself, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "What the fuck is she thinking?"

"If she gets pregnant..." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips as he considered the reality. "Not that I’m going to complain anyway."

"I’ll take full responsibility, even if my salary as an instructor isn’t exactly enough to support a family."

The silence of the room was broken by the sound of a door clicking open. William turned his head, expecting Catherine to emerge in a robe, but instead, his breath caught in his throat.

Catherine stepped into the bedroom, but she wasn’t wearing anything resembling sleepwear. Instead, she was clad in an old Academy student uniform, one that had clearly been designed for a girl who hadn’t yet developed her devastating curves.

The white blouse was strained to its absolute limit, the fabric stretched so thin across her massive breasts that the outline of her nipples was visible beneath the cloth.

The buttons looked as though they might snap at any moment under the pressure. Her skirt was impossibly short, riding dangerously high on her hips, leaving her toned thighs and the soft curve of her stomach exposed.

She spun around once, striking a playful pose with her hands on her hips. "Ta-dah!"

"What do you think?" she chirped, her voice bright and teasing. "It’s my old academy uniform from before I became Vice headmaster."

William couldn’t help it; he started clapping, his eyes scanning every inch of her restrained body. "Oohh! That is tight!"

"Holy fucking shit, Catherine, it’s so sexy!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with appreciation. "It’s clear you’ve grown in... well, everywhere since then."

"It’s so tight it looks like some kind of naughty costume!"

Catherine immediately played along, bringing her hands up to cover her chest in a mock gesture of modesty, though her fingers only served to emphasize how tightly the fabric hugged her. A deep blush crept across her cheeks, and she shot him a teasing, sidelong glance.

"Jeez! Stop staring like some old pervert!" she pouted, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her delight at his reaction.

William let out a booming laugh, stepping closer to her. "I can’t help it when you look like that..."

"You’re practically begging for trouble."

Catherine’s playful demeanor shifted subtly. The teasing pout melted into something more sultry, more deliberate.

She stepped into his space, the heat from his bare chest radiating against her exposed stomach. She looked up at him through her lashes, her breathing becoming slightly more deliberate.

"Well..." she whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his collarbone with a fingertip. "If I’m dressed like this... then do you want to pretend I’m just another academy girl prostitute?"

"One who’s looking for a very... generous patron?"

William froze for a second before breaking into another laugh, though this one was lower, more dangerous. "Huh? Really? You’re going there already?"

Catherine didn’t back down. She pressed her body closer, the strained fabric of her blouse rubbing against his bare skin.

"Why not? The uniform suits the role, doesn’t it?" she purred, her voice dropping to a husky register. "Imagine it, William... a naughty little student caught in the restricted wing of the academy, waiting for someone strong enough to... discipline her."

She leaned in until her lips were brushing against his ear, her breath hot. "Do you think you can handle a student who’s been very... very bad?"

William didn’t hesitate. The moment the words left Catherine’s lips, the playful instructor disappeared, replaced by someone far more predatory.

He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance until their bodies were fused together. His hand slid down from her shoulder, his palm warm and rough as it settled against the soft, exposed skin of her stomach.

He traced the curve of her waist with deliberate slowness, feeling the involuntary shiver that ran through her.

"You know you shouldn’t be doing this here, right...?" William growled, his voice dropping into a deep, commanding register that made Catherine’s knees weaken. "In a place like this, a student like you could get into serious trouble."

Catherine’s breath hitched audibly.

"Y-yeah..." she stammered, her face flushing crimson.

Her pointed elf ears, a mark of her heritage, gave away her arousal as they twitched uncontrollably against her hair. "I know... I know it’s wrong..."

William leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive column of her neck. He didn’t kiss her immediately; instead, he ran his tongue along the vein that was pulsing rapidly beneath her skin.

Slurp, mmmh.

He felt her shudder violently against him.

"Then tell me," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and teasing, "tell me exactly what you’re doing here."

Catherine’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back to give him better access. "I’m..."

"I’m selling my body to an older guy..." she whimpered, her voice breaking with forced shame. "I’m such a bad girl, sir...! A very bad girl~!"

William’s smirk widened. The roleplay was feeding his hunger more than the actual sex had.

His hands moved to the hem of that impossibly tight blouse. With one smooth motion, he began to bunch the fabric upward, exposing more and more of her midriff and the underside of her breasts.

"Aren’t you supposed to be a model student?" he asked, his fingers brushing against her ribs. "Aren’t you the class rep?"

"Y-yeah..." she gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin. "I’m... I’m on the public morals committee..."

"I’m supposed to stop people like you~!"

"Is that so?" William’s hands finally freed her breasts from the confines of the blouse, though the fabric remained bunched up under her chin.

He didn’t stop there; he began to knead the soft flesh of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples with increasing pressure. "You seem like such a good girl on paper, Catherine."

"A perfect little student..." His voice turned venomous with lust as he leaned in to inspect her. "...but you’re wearing such a naughty, lacy bra under this uniform."

"And just look at how hard your nipples are! They’re practically begging to be bitten."

"Ahhhnn~! Nngh~!" Catherine’s moan was loud and uninhibited, echoing through the room.

The combination of the humiliation of the roleplay and the physical stimulation was overwhelming. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him tight as he continued to play with her.

"Fuck... William... please~! I’m so bad... I’m such a bad girl~!"

William’s fingers moved faster, pinching and rolling the peaked tips of her nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

Squeak, squelch.

The sound of his skin against hers mixed with her increasingly desperate cries.

"Such a bad girl," he repeated like a mantra, his teeth grazing the edge of her earlobe. "A public morals officer who can’t even control her own body when an older man touches her."

"What would your classmates think if they saw you like this? Panting and begging for more?"

"They’d... they’d hate me~!" Catherine shrieked, her hips involuntarily bucking forward against his hands. "Aaaahhh~! Don’t stop!"

"Don’t stop playing with them~! Ahhh~! Nnngh~!"