Well, she did just give him a good reason

Opting to remain silent for the moment, David letting Ms Myers' words settle in the silence.

All this time he had pictured her as nothing but a pure sadist. The kind of tenured professor who didn’t need to teach but chose to anyway, simply because she enjoyed watching students squirm under her icy gaze. She called it mentoring, yet everyone knew the genuine thrill she got from making people uncomfortable. It didn’t matter who the student was. She delivered her academic cruelty with equal enthusiasm to all.

Yet here she stood, flushed and sweaty, long cherry-red hair a complete mess, his cum still leaking steadily down her trembling thighs, calmly explaining that she would step back from her prestigious position, cash in every bit of accumulated leave, and put being a mother first. Not halfway. Not as a side project.

On top of that she wanted him actively involved in the child’s life.

That detail struck hardest. The same woman who once delighted in making him feel small now wanted him to be a real father to her child. Nothing about it matched the image he had built of her.

David swallowed hard, his gaze dropping once more to the glistening trails of cum running down her legs. When he finally looked back up at her face, the question slipped out low and hesitant. “You really want me involved? As an actual father? Not just some student who knocked you up and disappeared?”

Still out of breath, Ms. Myers let out a chuckle. Pushing herself upright on shaky legs, she stepped closer and rested one hand gently on his chest for balance.

“Yes, David,” she murmured. Her hoarse voice carried surprising sincerity. “I do. I wouldn’t do this halfway. If I’m carrying a child… I want them to have both parents. Properly.”

She leaned in and kissed him, slow and warm and unexpectedly tender given how thoroughly wrecked she still looked. When she pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against his.

“I want your babies.”

It was that quiet conviction in her voice tipped the scale inside him.

David took a slow, steadying breath. The old image of the sadistic professor clashed violently with the woman standing naked and leaking in front of him. For the first time he saw real depth beneath the cruelty.

He made his choice.

“Professor Eveline Myers is now pregnant with my child,” he said carefully, feeling the familiar strange pressure of the curse activating. “The pregnancy started from what we just did in this office, and it is healthy.”

The shift hit immediately.

Ms. Myers gasped sharply, then moaned in open joy. One hand flew to her lower belly as a visible shiver ran through her body. Her knees nearly buckled from the intensity of the sensation.

“Oh… fuck, yes,” she breathed, eyes fluttering with pure delight. “I felt that…”

Looking up at him, flushed and trembling, she wore a radiant, almost disbelieving smile on her swollen lips.

“We’ll have to be careful,” she added, still panting. “Even with my actual age… questions will come once I start showing. But as long as we stay subtle, it can work.”

David glanced around the dishevelled office, papers scattered everywhere and the heavy scent of sex still thick in the air. “We should clean this up before anyone notices anything.”

Ms. Myers gave his ass a firm squeeze and kissed him once more.

“Don’t worry about the room. I’ll handle it.” A tired smile touched her lips as she caught her breath. “My reputation still has its uses.”

Reaching across the desk, she grabbed a small notepad and pen, scribbled quickly, then tore the sheet free. She folded it once and pressed the note into David’s hand, fingers lingering warmly against his for a moment.

“My personal number and home address,” she murmured, voice still hoarse. “Use them.”

David looked down at the paper, then back up at her. “Thank you… Ms. Myers.”

Soft amusement coloured her chuckle as she shook her head, long red hair swaying gently. “When we’re alone, you should call me Eveline,” she corrected him, tone warm but firm. “No more formalities between us now.”

Only then did she step back. “Now get dressed and slip out quietly. I’ll see you soon, David.”

David slipped his pants back up and neatened his shirt, tucking it in properly before smoothing the fabric down. With one last glance at her, flushed, glowing, and still beautifully dishevelled, he gave a small nod and quietly slipped out of the room. The note burned warm in his pocket.