3 Years Later, In New Semester after obtained Possession Powers

***3 Years Later...***

Yamada sat in the back of the lecture hall, his notebook was still blank. The professor droned on about cellular respiration, but Yamada couldn’t have cared less. His eyes drifted across the room, tracing the curve of a neck here, the swell of a breast there.

It's his New semester. Means more New bodies.

Yamada’s fingers tightened around his pen. He was hard already, had been since the moment he walked in and saw the blonde in the front row with her thin white blouse and the outline of a lacy bra.

He shifted in his seat, trying to press his erection against his thigh without drawing attention. His mind spun through possibilities. The blonde was gorgeous, all long legs and parted lips .

The girl next to her had a sharp bob cut and dark red lipstick, her skirt riding up as she crossed her legs.

The one by the window had a tattoo curling out from under her collar.

He wanted all of them.

Not just wanted. Needed. The hunger had grown over the years evolved from a secret thrill into something closer to obsession.

Every woman he saw, he imagined slipping into her skin, feeling her heartbeat between his ribs, tasting her pussy from the inside until she screamed his name.

The power had become the only thing that mattered. Classes, friendships, even Ally, they all faded into the background.

The professor dismissed the class with a monotone reminder about next week’s quiz.

Yamada gathered his things slowly, watching the blonde from the front row stretch her arms over her head. Her back arched, pushing her tits out, and Yamada felt his dick erection again.

He waited until most of the students had filed out, then slipped into the hallway and headed for the nearest men’s bathroom. The last stall on the end was his usual spot.

He locked the door behind him and pulled his phone from his pocket, and leaned against the cool tile wall.

Yamada shoved his jeans and boxers down around his thighs with his cock springing free already slick at the tip.

He worked himself fast, his hand flying over his shaft as he stared at the screen. The woman in the video was moaning now, a high breathy sound that echoed off the bathroom walls, and Yamada imagined he was inside her, feeling the wet heat of her mouth as she took him deep.

His balls tightened as he bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm ripped through him, hot and violent, spilling over his knuckles and onto the floor in thick white ropes. The static went through his body through his fingertips. He was ready.

He cleaned himself with a wad of toilet paper, zipped his pants, and pushed open the stall door.

He stepped out of the bathroom and into the stream of students moving through the corridor. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the right body. Not just any body. He wanted someone who would feel amazing, someone whose orgasm would shake the walls.

His gaze landed on a girl walking just ahead of him, her ass swaying in a tight black skirt, her long legs bare and smooth. She had dark hair, dark lipstick.

He moved toward her with his hand already reaching. The corridor was crowded enough that no one would notice a slight brush of skin. He was three steps away, two, one.

“Yamada.”

The voice came from behind him, sharp enough to cut him. He stopped as his hand hovering in the air as he turned.

A girl leaned against the wall near the water fountain, watching him with a smirk that made his blood run cold and hot at the same time.

She looks like a cheerleader, red and white uniform hugging every curve of her body. The top was cropped, showing a strip of firm stomach above a short pleated skirt. Her legs were bare and muscular, her arms crossed under her chest.

"Goddamn she's hot!! Is she a new student?!" Yamada thought. She was unbearably sexy.

“What?” he said, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.

The girl pushed off the wall and walked toward him, hips swaying. The crowd parted around her. “I called your name,” she said, stopping just a foot away. “You should answer when someone calls you. It’s polite.”

Yamada swallowed. The static was still burning in his fingers, and this girl was right there, so close he could smell her perfume, something sweet and sharp like citrus. She was the single hottest woman he’d seen all day. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice that. I think it's too noisy in here."

He smirks as he planning to take her body "Hey you have something." He reached out, casual, pretending to scratch the back of his head, and let his hand drift toward her bare shoulder.

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