Chapter 848
Chapter 848
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 848
Chapter Title: Taming the Arrogant Associate Professor
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Thanks to Amelia's intervention, the current situation had become unnecessarily realistic. Here's a quick summary:
A sheep and a wolf trapped in an octagon.
"How dare you...! You slave...! Get out of my way!"
The arrogant Associate Professor Amelia, temporarily drained of her strength, huffed and puffed, trying to push past the berserk slave Siu without knowing her place.
But no matter how hard she shoved at his chest with her slender wrists, he didn't budge an inch.
"I swear I'll make you pay for this! Get out of my way right now!"
Their positions had already reversed.
Yet Amelia's eyes still burned more with indignation than anything else.
Even amid her bewilderment and anxiety at the sudden turn of events, she exuded confidence.
"Kyaa!"
Lightly shoved by Siu, Amelia tumbled back onto the bed, landing on her butt.
"You done?"
"...!"
Her face flushed crimson with humiliation.
Gritting her teeth, she lunged at him again, but the result was the same.
Who could win an arm-wrestling match against a polar bear?
"Haa... haa..."
Amelia's breathing grew ragged.
Her neat hair and clothes were disheveled, and beads of sweat began to glisten on her skin.
"For all that arrogant yapping, aren't you kinda weak?"
"Arrogant? Did you just call me arrogant?"
"Yeah, I did. So what?"
"..."
Glare as she might with eyes full of fury, Amelia fell silent for a moment before darting to Siu's side, trying to slip past like a ricocheting bullet.
Since a frontal assault wasn't working, she aimed for an opening.
"Hey now, just stay put."
"Let go! Let me go right now! I won't forgive you for this...!"
Siu tossed her back onto the bed and expertly subdued her flailing.
"You're being such a pain. Haven't you figured out the situation yet? You're supposed to be so smart—why are you this dumb?"
Amelia swallowed hard, seemingly cowed by his low voice.
No matter how much she screamed and struggled, it was clear who held the upper hand.
"Wh-what are you planning to do to me...?"
Finally yielding a layer of her pride, Amelia trailed off uncertainly.
She put on a brave front, pretending otherwise, but her fear was plain as day.
"What do you think? Gotta pay back what you dished out."
"Kyaa...!"
With that, Siu climbed onto the bed and grabbed her ankles, hoisting them up.
Now that she could guess what came next, her resistance intensified.
But Siu had no intention of rushing things.
"Let go! Stop it! That's an order!"
"I'll use my feet too."
"F-feet...? Eek!"
Her skirt rode up as he spread her ankles apart.
He placed his foot firmly on her exposed panties.
The soft, squishy sensation came through the thin fabric all too clearly.
It was a humiliating pose—one kids might playfully force on each other—that would redden even the haughty Amelia's cheeks just from assuming it.
"Here's your reward."
"Y-you... you're doing this right now...!"
"I get how you feel, Amelia. No need to thank me."
He shook his foot just enough to press against her mound through the underwear.
Trampled in such a degrading position, Amelia's eyes went wide in disbelief.
She never imagined the slave she'd scorned had this much power—or that his revenge would take this form.
"How can you do something this vile...!"
"Hold on, ugh...!"
"Eek! H-heuk...!"
Whatever she said, Siu kept shaking his leg like a tiller, pressing and stimulating her most private spot.
Truth be told, no pervert could properly enjoy themselves in this position.
But the mere fact of being helplessly pinned and having her precious womanhood abused was enough to dye Amelia's face with shame.
"How's it feel? Good?"
"...I won't forgive you..."
The office-clad Amelia finally squeezed out tears she couldn't hold back.
"Even if you stop now, I absolutely won't forgive you."
Watching her eyes still flash with defiance, Siu realized something.
Ah, she needs more discipline.
"I'm merciful, so I'll keep going till you cum. Forgive me."
"Who'd cum from something like this? I mean...! Haa...!"
She hissed like a cornered cat before suddenly gulping down a breath.
Until now, Siu hadn't fully utilized his footwork.
His pressure had been half-hearted at best.
But this time, he properly targeted her woman's weak spot—more precisely, the bud near Amelia's sprout—with the soft sole of his foot, grinding and vibrating.
"......"
Her bulging eyes confirmed the shift in sensation.
Siu focused his awareness to her body's every twitch, finely tuning the vibration's intensity and pressure points.
"Hng...!"
Her hands, once clutching his ankles, flew to cover her mouth.
"Good reaction. Sensitive, huh? You're not enjoying it, are you?"
Watching her face flush with distress, Siu continued his expert teasing.
He'd inhaled her scent, but Amelia's body was equally primed with desire.
She'd been in abstinence for quite a while too.
"Yeah, a great lady like you wouldn't feel pleasure from some lowly slave stepping on your pussy."
"Hng... mmph...! Mmph...!"
As the stimulation persisted, her waist began to arch ever so slightly.
Lunar breaths leaked from her clamped mouth.
What slipped out first wasn't a moan, but her plea born of growing alarm.
"St-stop...! Stop! Cease this instant!"
He paused.
Sensing a sliver of hope, Amelia calmed a fraction.
It was the perfect moment for negotiation.
"Apologize now, and I'll stop."
"......"
Amelia's lips clamped shut like a clam.
For an imperious noble, even considering it was blasphemous.
"I'll... compensate you."
"Compensation's a given. Apologize first."
"Eek...!"
But apologizing to a slave, or letting that slave's foot make her precious place send her over the edge.
She had to choose one, carefully.
"...I'll apologize..."
"Oh, really? You're actually doing it."
Biting her lip hard to swallow the humiliation, Amelia relented.
"Go on, then."
"...Remove that filthy foot first."
"Of course."
Releasing her ankles, Siu watched as Amelia scrambled to sit up on the bed, hugging her knees tightly.
Tears plopped down one by one, looking utterly pitiful.
Anyone seeing her might think she was an innocent princess kidnapped without cause.
"S-sor... "
"......"
"Sorry..."
After an eternity of suppressing her temper, she begged out the apology like a plea.
Just a measly "sorry"—hardly valuable.
"There. Now get out."
Vitality returned to her voice.
Having apologized to a slave, she figured it was over.
"Yeah, rest up."
Still naked, Siu headed for the door.
-Click
What reached Amelia's ears as she glared at the floor, nursing her rage, wasn't the door opening and closing.
It was the lock engaging.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Siu walked back toward her without a word.
Amelia scooted backward on her butt.
"Wh-what are you going to do...?"
"Gonna fuck the hell outta you."
"I apologized! You liar...!"
"Changed my mind—I'm still pissed. Let me prove I'm the kind of man who'll risk it all to take you down."
Realizing the peril, Amelia spun to flee toward the window, but Siu was faster.
He swiftly pinned the crawling, scrambling Amelia.
"Let go! Let me go! You...! You think you'll get away with this?"
"Damn, your ass is thicc."
In a gravelly voice, Siu pinned her writhing form and stroked her rear over her skirt.
No matter how desperately she struggled, it was like being caught in an industrial vise—zero wiggle room.
-Rip! Tear!
With a light flex, Siu shredded her skirt.
Her round cheeks and the black panties wedged between glowed lewdly in the moonlight.
"Don't wanna get fucked? Run away. I'll strip you piece by piece."
"Eek...! Eeeeeek!!!"
Even if Amelia were a jiu-jitsu black belt, she couldn't escape Siu's grip.
The strength gap was huge, and Siu was a jiu-jitsu black belt.
He deliberately loosened his hold, let her squirm, then recaptured her, peeling off her clothes bit by bit.
Each time, her resistance flared, but it was like a butterfly thrashing in a spiderweb.
He stripped off her shirt.
"Stop...! Stop it!"
"Such grown-up lingerie. Who'd you dress up for?"
He unclasped her bra.
"Your skin's so pale, your nipples look pink. And your tits have a perfect shape."
"Haa... haa... haa..."
By the time only her panties remained.
Amelia lay utterly spent, heaving for breath.
Unable to use mana, she'd thrashed so hard sweat poured off her—she'd exhausted her stamina completely.
A woman's body always looked most delectable when the skin was just slightly moist.
"Not gonna resist while I take off your panties?"
"......"
"Just gonna let me fuck you?"
"......"
Her sudden silence made him think she'd given up, but her eyes and mouth were stubbornly shut.
She'd endure like someone bitten by a mad dog—wait out the storm, mockeries be damned.
Even if her body was sullied, she'd never bend her pride. A silent declaration.
That sparked Siu's competitive fire.
"Amelia, you know what they say?"
"......"
He peeled her panties off agonizingly slow, taunting her.
As the lacy, luxurious fabric slid down her smooth thighs and barely curved calves.
Amelia's body trembled faintly.
"Arrogant women usually have weak backdoors."
Just then, he spotted a bottle of lube innocently placed on the shelf.
"Yours must be extra weak, right, Amelia?"