She has

Bunny's eyebrows would twitched into a furrow, wondering what he had meant when he had said she cut a striking and adorable figure. Did she stand out that much to him?

She nervously adverted her gaze away from his person as he looked up at her, knowing that there was no other excuse she could give. Instead staying quiet for a few seconds before a small "Huh?" fell from her lips.

However she obliged, although she didn't know why. Maybe she thought if she listened to him, it'd keep her in less trouble. So when she took the final few steps to stand right beside him, she couldn't help but awkwardly stare at all of the raunchy items displayed. The room was filled with silence as she tried to work up the courage to have some explanation of the items, an embarrassing statement soon to come out of her mouth.

"I like to use them in my free time." She finally spoke in a hushed mumble, as if afraid that someone was standing outside of the office and listening to their conversation.

The Professor’s eyes roamed over the coed’s body, tracing her path from her shapely thighs to her tummy to her ample bosom. Her breasts were heaving from how hard she was breathing. The Professor realised how embarrassed she must have felt.

That only turned him on more.

He put a hand on her waist and squeezed a little, maintaining a firm grip on her. He felt her flesh squish around his fingers pleasingly. This was a display of power. She was alone in his office, and he could touch her with impunity.

He hadn’t technically done anything wrong… yet. And he had a feeling he could get away with a lot more. That before long, she would beg him to do a lot more.

“How do you use a book? How do you use all these, together? Explain it to me. Describe. In detail,” he demanded softly. He didn’t want to raise his voice at her. Not yet, anyhow.