VB Day 12 - Back to school

In the foyer of your beautiful home, you check yourself in the mirror in your university uniform. It’s sexy, but not too sexy. It surprises you that they don’t make it more over the top. Oh well.

It’s nice to think about these things with a clear head.

Your wife is beside you. You touch her belly and give her a kiss on the cheek, then take your backpack from Moira, who waits by the front door.

“Have a lovely day,” she says dryly.

You blow her a kiss and go to school.

Your spells are all in place. You’re clearheaded and your lust aura is completely contained, just like you learned to do with Moira. Gosh… without all the distractions, school is going to be so easy.

Your first class today is Ethics, with the sexy, purple-skinned, white-haired demon with the extra-long, sexy tail. Your classmates look at you warily, expecting trouble, but you have a quiet, peaceful class. There’s a test, and you do well on it. Ethics is… not very hard. It’s just common sense: be wicked, but don’t be evil. There’s a difference!

But your overall grade is still low. You stay after class. The others leave, and you’re alone with the professor.

“Can I get some extra credit?” you ask her bluntly. “Like an extra project or something? Nothing sketchy, just… I’m still getting the hang of this, and I need to catch up.”

She looks… a little sympathetic, but not very. You’ve messed up a lot of her classes with your uncontrolled aura. Her students have wet themselves at their desks and screamed in the middle of her lectures because you accidentally turned them on.

“I don’t usually give that out this late in the semester,” she says.

“I’m on track to fail,” you tell her. Moira went over your grades with you. It’s thanks to her and her ability to do basic math that you know this.

“I’m sorry,” the Ethics teacher tells you.

OK… you tried it the nice way. Moira would be telling you to try the wicked way now.

“Are you sure?” you ask, letting your aura off its leash.

The effect is instantaneous. The teacher licks her lips, adjusting her posture as her body starts warming up. She looks at you suspiciously.

“Are you doing this?” she asks, her tail acting like a magic snake and pointing at you.

“It’s not on purpose,” you say.

“Trying to coerce your teacher is not ethical,” she says, breathing a little harder. She fans herself with one hand.

“Neither is letting me fail because I’m a dumb human and don’t understand any of this,” you snap.

She takes that in, her chest rising and falling with her big breaths. She scowls at you.

“We’ll continue this conversation in a second,” she says, irked. She casually snaps the button at the hip of her skirt, and it falls to the floor, revealing her black panties. Her thighs are already moist.

“Do you need help?” you ask.

“No. I think I know how to handle it,” she says waspishly. “You just stay there for one minute and be quiet.”