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Chapter 2 by jetolly jetolly

Does the Professor peek?

Yes

Her bag was a lingering thought at the back of her mind as she fetched the form. She was sure her professor wouldn't have had any interest in digging through it as other students may have had, so she didn't feel too much discomfort at the thought of leaving it behind... but she still wanted to play it safe. She ran to the office just a short distance away to pick up the form... only to find out from a very confused staff member that there was no issue with her paperwork after all. Puzzled, Bunny knew something was wrong... She picked up speed on her return journey, but by then it was too late.

The Professor had indeed peeked, and what he found was... scandalous, to say the least. Stashed amongst her papers and books was a smaller volume of pornography. The manga was filled with different depraved kinks, however the main theme seemed to focus more around BDSM and hidden public play. There were certain folds on specific pages, probably bookmarking her most favorite scenes of them all. But besides that the books were in pristine-like conditions, not a drop of fluid in sight. Had she just read these for fun? It was highly likely. Or maybe she was just very careful, who knew. Stashed under her books was an even more salacious find. A bright pink, eight inch long dildo, complete with suction cup. The professor put it, and the manga, on the desk.

When Bunny quickly arrived back to the office as she had gently pushed her loose glasses further up the bridge of her nose out of habit. "Sorry, Professor Penn. There mus be some mistake, the lady at the counter said..." She trailed off, her eyes widening at the sight of her things spread out over the desk. Her face grew hot as her lips parted, any and all excuses flooding to the front of her brain in attempt to save face. Yet nothing came out.

“Ms Freeman. Welcome back,” he said in a deep, quiet voice that hinted at his barely-concealed desire, “What do we have to say for ourselves?”

A broad hand gestured to the books and the toy on the table. His eyes flashed in the dim light of his office, the setting afternoon sun glinting on his glasses.

“Surely you are aware that pornography and sex toys are contraband on campus. I could have you expelled for this.”

He idly opened one of the manga to a dog-eared page, settling on a page depicting a bound teenager being choked by an older man.

“Or perhaps you would like to tell me what you were doing with these? Is there any relation to our course of study on Gender Theory and Feminist Literature?”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine, her bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth as she chewed on it nervously in thought. "I... Um." She began speaking, her hands interlocking within each other behind her back as she kept looking between the desk and her professor in front of her.

Her heart slightly dropped upon the mention of being expelled from the university, her eyes slightly widening. "No, wait!" She softly exclaimed, her voice barely raising above normal volume, although louder than she usually spoke.

There was a slight frown on her adorable face, her head slightly ducking down with humiliation as he began looking through her books again. Watching him through her thick eyelashes as her face could only grow hotter. "No sir..." She mumbled, hoping that she could just disappear in that moment. "I - I swapped my bags at home. I must've forgotten to take those out..." What a terrible lie that had been. She brought the same, Kuromi-themed bag with her everyday. Same small anime keychains on it and all.

The Professor’s lips curled into a slight smile, delighted at the fear and shame and confusion he heard in her voice. This was truly a worthy prize. He would compel her to feel so much more shame, before long.

“We both know that’s not true, Ms Freeman. I’ve seen you with that bag. You cut a striking and adorable figure. I wouldn’t forget.”

He looked up at her through his glasses. Her blushing cheeks sent blood rushing down his nether regions, engorging him. How he desired to feed those beautiful cheeks and lips.

He leaned back in his chair. “Come stand here beside me and tell me what you were doing with these in your bag.”

Does she comply?

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