Plan your next move

You begin actually teaching your new "students" after that. But they already knew how to overpower their sexual partners and leave them begging for more. Your lessons consisted of how to not get caught. Isolating targets, seduction with honeyed words and what to look for if they decided a new minion would be theirs. The things you had picked up over your long, immortal life. They were all equally enraptured by your lesson, even as they fondled each other. By the time you were finished, you all agreed on what would be done: slowly, but surely, they would continue to spread the word about your class, bringing new food or minions to you as they corrupted their classmates. Certain promising (or troublesome) individuals would be referred to your office where you could deal with them personally. With all of them looking like their normal mortal forms (perhaps a bit sexier), they left the class to seek out prey. You smiled, leaning back in your chair at your desk. You sigh contently. "Students are being dealt with... now I just have to deal with the staff..." They would need to be converted the old fashioned way, one on one... once the college was yours, you could expand to the town... businesses, local government... and by the time your nemeses in heaven knew what was going on, you'd have an army. Sometimes, you surprised even yourself with how smart you were.