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The classroom was thick with a sudden, suffocating tension. The other students were whispering, their eyes darting between you and the towering succubus, wondering why the apathetic, god like creature had singled out the guy who looked like he hadn't even bothered to shower properly today. But Rosalia didn't seem to care about the social hierarchy or the stares; her dark pupils remained fixed on you, scanning your frame with a clinical, almost bored intensity.

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she began to walk down the aisle toward your desk. Each step was heavy and deliberate, the latex of her stockings creaking softly against her muscular thighs. As she approached, the scent of her something intoxicating, like lilies mixed with a hint of ozone hit you like a physical wave. She didn't stop until she was standing right beside your desk, her massive height casting a long shadow over you.

Without a word of greeting or a change in her monotonous tone, her long, pitch black tail snaked out from behind her. It moved with a life of its own, slithering across the floor and curling around your ankle before slowly, teasingly, sliding up your leg. The tip of the tail was incredibly smooth, yet it felt incredibly strong, like a living muscle.

You look... heavy she said, her voice flat and devoid of any flirtatious warmth, though her eyes lingered on the unmistakable bulge in your pants. Not just your presence, but your... burden. It seems you have a lot of energy stored up.

She leaned down slightly, her massive, watermelon sized breasts swaying dangerously close to your desk, held only by the thin latex cups and the mesh suspenders. The white lab coat hung open, revealing the toned, muscular expanse of her stomach and the black heart shaped pattern on her pubis. She didn't look like she was trying to seduce you; she looked like a scientist observing a particularly large specimen.

Her tail continued its ascent, the tip of it beginning to press firmly against the fabric of your trousers, right against the head of your massive, unwashed cock. She didn't flinch at the scent or the sheer size of you; if anything, her expression remained entirely phlegmatic, though her tail tightened its grip.

Don't just sit there staring like a fool she muttered, her gaze meeting yours with a defiant, bored stare. If you're going to be a problem for my concentration, then make yourself useful. The bell hasn't rung for the break yet, but... I find myself quite hungry.

She reached out with a latex clad hand, her fingers grazing your shoulder as she leaned in closer, her face just inches from yours. She wasn't asking; she was simply allowing the inevitable to happen.