As we pulled up to the college campus, the mini-van kicking up a cloud of dust, we were greeted by an angry voice that cut through the air like a whip. "You two are late!" Professor Yunji barked, her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and something else—something primal and untamed.
She was a vision of authority and allure, her tight shorts hugging her curves, her long, toned legs exposed and begging for attention. Those thighs, juicy and inviting, made my mouth water with anticipation. I couldn't help but imagine them squeezing the life out of me, trapping me in their powerful embrace. Her black t-shirt clung to her body, accentuating every curve, and her hair, pulled back into a tight bun, only served to highlight her sharp, angular features. The cap she wore tilted slightly to the side gave her an air of casual dominance, a woman who knew her power and wasn't afraid to wield it.
Behind her, Luna stood with a picnic box in her hands, her long skirt flowing gently in the breeze. She wore a white cap, and her smile was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the professor's stern demeanor. Luna waved at us, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something more—curiosity, perhaps, or a hint of the arousal she had felt when she saw Eunji and me in the bushes.
But it was the girl behind Luna that caught my eye, or rather, the lack of eye contact. She was short in height compared to us, her nerdy glasses perched precariously on her nose, and her old-fashioned jacket and trousers gave her an air of academic detachment. I wondered why she had been invited; she had a dorky face, her features hidden behind her glasses, and she seemed to be continuously hiding behind Luna, as if seeking protection from the world.
"Professor Yunji, we're sorry we're late," I said, my voice a low, apologetic murmur, though my eyes never left her legs, my mind already racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead.
Professor Yunji's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, her voice a low, commanding growl. "You two better shape up. We have a lot of work to do, and I won't have you disrupting the dynamics of the group."
I nodded, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face, my eyes glinting with mischief and anticipation. "Yes, Professor. We won't let you down."
As we greeted each other with a mix of formality and familiarity, the air was thick with anticipation and a hint of tension. Hana, her voice barely above a whisper and shivering with nervousness, introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Hana," she said, her words almost lost in the breeze as she gave a slight bow, her eyes darting between us, seeking approval and acceptance.
We all returned the greeting, our voices a chorus of welcome and curiosity. Eunji, ever the inquisitive one, turned to Luna, her eyes narrowing with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Luna, where is the remaining student?" she asked.
Luna sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she adjusted the picnic box in her hands. "He had to cancel at the last moment because he fell ill, and we couldn't recruit another due to such short notice," she explained, her voice a mix of exasperation and resignation.
Before anyone could respond, Professor Yunji's voice cut through the air like a whip, her tone sharp and unforgiving. "Yeah, because you were so incompetent, jeez. What will happen to you kids?" she shouted at Luna, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disappointment.
Luna flinched, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and a hint of fear. "I'm sorry, Professor. I tried my best," she murmured, her voice a low, apologetic whisper.
Professor Yunji huffed, her expression softening slightly, though her eyes still held a spark of irritation. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again," she said, her voice a low, commanding growl.
As we packed the things inside the van, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and tension. I found myself sitting in the front with Professor Yunji, her demand for my presence a silent promise of the intensity to come, the depths of her control, the heights of her power.
In the back, Eunji, Luna, and Hana settled in, their bodies pressing close together, a mix of curiosity and anticipation passing between them. I couldn't help but wonder how many days the trip would last, my mind already racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead.
"Although I handed the responsibility of the apartment to Hanzour [Mr. Oikawa] and Pumpkin will miss me," I thought aloud, my voice a low, contemplative murmu.
"And I remembered asking her for a specific task, She is my No. 1 slave afterall," I added, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face, my eyes glinting with mischief and anticipation.
As Professor Yunji started the engine, the mini-van rumbling to life, I knew that this trip would be one to remember,
As the mini-van rumbled along the winding road, the city fading into the distance, I found myself growing bored with the monotony of the journey. The passing scenery, once intriguing, had lost its allure, and my mind wandered, seeking something more stimulating, something that would spark my interest and satisfy my curiosity.
I activated my skill, my eyes narrowing with focus as I concentrated on Hana.
"Skill: Know It All," I murmured under my breath, my voice a low, contemplative whisper. A prompt appeared in my mind, a silent question seeking my command.
"DO YOU WANT TO ADD HANA IN YOUR TARGET?" it asked, the words echoing in the depths of my consciousness.
I considered the option, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Hmm," I thought, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face.
"YES."
As I confirmed my choice, the skill activated, and a flurry of information flooded my mind,.
"CURRENT TARGET: LUNA 30%, Professor 5%, Hana 23%,"
"Oh, it automatically choose Professor as a target, but it's just 5%. This busty bitch is not interested in me, although I can fuck her with supreme command, but it's not fun. But Hana, it's 23%. Even Luna started with 22%. I guess when someone likes you, it starts with above 20%. I'm still learning about this system."
The information about Hana was intriguing, a mix of the unexpected and the alluring.
"SKILL ACTIVATED KNOW IT ALL ON HANA: Bisexual, Humiliation, Teasing, BDSM, Lesbian,"
I thought, a chuckle escaping my lips as I processed the details. "Oh, lesbian... and a lot. She looks like she read a lot of adult manhwa and novels. Hahahahah, I guess this pervert is a virgin, but her mind far exceeds any of us in pervertness. Hahahha..." I mused, resting my head on my arm, a slow, contemplative smile playing on my lips.
An idea began to form in my mind, a plan that would satisfy my curiosity and, hopefully, provide a new level of entertainment. I turned to Eunji, who was sitting on the left side of Hana, her eyes closed, her body relaxed.
"Skill Activate: Body Switch with Eunji!" I commanded, my voice a low, authoritative murmur.
As the skill activated, I felt a strange sensation wash over me, a tingling that started at the tips of my fingers and spread throughout my body.
"Activating body switch, now you are in Eunji's body, and your body is on hiatus mode,"
the skill confirmed, and suddenly, I was looking at the world through Eunji's eyes, feeling the weight of her body, the sensation of her skin, the allure of her form.
I was shocked, the reality of the situation sinking in as I realized that I was truly in Eunji's body. I tentatively touched my boobs, my fingers exploring the soft, supple flesh, the weight of them heavy and unfamiliar. Hana, ever the observant one, kept her eyes on me, her gaze lingering on my chest, a mix of curiosity and desire in her expression.
"So this is how a female body feels like," I thought, a slow, curious smile playing on my lips as I explored further. I touched the part where a man has a dick, but this spot was flat, a smooth, sensitive area that sent a jolt of sensation through me. As I brushed my fingers against her pussy, I felt a rush of pleasure, a hint of the ecstasy that Eunji experienced with every touch, every caress, every thrust.
"Ohhh fuck, what's this? Is this how she feels just by the touch of her fingers, and this bitch gets slammed by my cock? That explains why she becomes so addictive of it..."
I waved my hands through my hair, the silky strands slipping through my fingers, the smoothness of my skin a stark contrast to the roughness of my own. "Hehhehe," I laughed, the sound low and throaty, a promise of the mischief to come. "I have an idea," I thought, my eyes locking with Hana's, a silent challenge passing between us.
With the help of my toe, I started rubbing against Hana's short, timid leg, the contact sending a jolt of surprise through her. She flinched, her body tensing, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and pleasure. "Hana, something happened?" Luna noticed her flinch and asked, her voice a low, concerned murmur.
"Aah- well, she... it's NOTHING," Hana replied, her voice a timid whisper, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she looked down, her hands shaking slightly, the movement almost imperceptible to anyone but me. Her head was on her lap, a shield against the world, a barrier to her true desires.
As I continued to rub against her leg, Hana's trembling increased, her body responding to my touch, her mind racing with the possibilities, the intensity, the ecstasy. I could feel her tension, her anticipation, her need, a silent plea for more, for deeper, for the ultimate submission.
Slowly, with the help of my index finger, I started waving near her boobs, the movement hidden from Luna's view, a secret between Hana and me. Hana's trembling intensified, her body quivering with a mix of fear and desire, her breath hitching, her heart racing, her mind lost in the depths of her submission, the power of my claim, the intensity of our connection.
As Luna fell into a deep sleep, her soft snores filling the van, the car was enveloped in a pin-drop silence, except for the slow, deliberate trembles that racked Hana's body.