With hesitant steps I approached the lecturer room where Mr. Hr was.
"Winda," a voice called.
"Hey Ratna!"
"Why are you looking for the killer lecturer?" Ratna asked in surprise.
"You know, I want to ask for a follow-up exam, I've asked it to be postponed twice, why is that?"
"That's really evil!"
"That's why, I'm afraid I'll get a red report card later, his course is important!, you know, I'll go in first in a moment!"
"Uh-huh, see you later!" Ratna left.
With courage I knocked on the door.
"Come in!" A voice he was very afraid of invited him in.
"Good afternoon, Sir!".
"Good afternoon, who are you?", he asked without leaving the work he was doing.
"I'm Winda!"
"I..? Oh, that's the one who wants to take another test, right?"
"Yes, that's right, sir."
"I don't have time, you can just come to my house later on Sunday, here is my business card," he said indifferently while handing over his business card.
"There are more?" asked the lecturer.
"No sir, good afternoon!"
"Good afternoon!".
Weakly I walked out of the room. It's really annoying, I've been studying until late at night, until here I have to come back again on Sunday, huh!
Maybe I'm the only one who still walks on Sundays carrying a bag to go to college. Today I have to pass a follow-up exam at Pak Hr's house, that jerk lecturer.
Mr. Hr's house is located in an elite housing complex, on top of a hill, some distance from the other houses. Before I could press the bell, the door was already open. A face that was getting old but still fresh appeared.
"Eh! Winda, come on in!", said the person who was none other than Mr. Hr himself.
"Excuse me, Sir! Where's your mother?" I asked casually.
"Mother is going with the children to her grandmother's house!", said Mr. Hr kindly.
"Just a moment," he said as he entered the room.
Tumben is not as usual when teaching in class, this lecturer is known to be the killer.
Mr. Hr's house is neatly arranged. The living room walls are whitewashed. In the corner of the room there is a set of glass cabinets where various porcelain ornaments are stored. In the center was a fluffy carpet, and first-class sofa seats.
"How are you ready?" asked Mr. Hr, startling me from his reverie.
"Eh already sir!"
"Actually. . ., actually Winda doesn't need to repeat the follow-up if, if!"
"What if sir?", I asked not understanding. Not finished talking, Mr. Hr has deteriorated my body.
"Sir, what is this?", I asked shocked while struggling trying to escape.
"Don't pretend, dear Winda, I need it and you need grades, right? I'll pass you as long as you want to serve me!", said the man while trying to kiss my lips.
All at once the hairs on my neck stood up. Amused, disgusted…, but out of nowhere the feeling of passionate desire also came back to attack me. I want to let this old man do as he pleases with me. I have to admit, even though he is more suitable to be my father, actually this old man often makes me nervous when he's teaching. But I still tried to struggle, to raise my self-esteem in Mr. Hr's eyes.
"Let go... sir, don't hmmpppff...!"
I struggled and managed to escape. I got up and ran away. But somehow I just ran into a bedroom. I pressed my body in the corner of the room while rearranging my breath that was panting, for some reason my lust rose so quickly. My face turns red, my legs start shaking.
Mr Hr seemed to have been given a golden opportunity. He walked into the room and locked the door. Then slowly he approached me. My body shook violently when the old man stretched out his hand to embrace me. With one pull I fell into Mr. Hr's arms, my lips were immediately blocked by the old man's lips. I felt his soft tongue sweeping across my mouth. My feelings mixed together, hate, disgust mixed with a feeling of wanting to be kissed which got stronger and stronger until finally I felt that I was already wet, my little heart also wanted it. I can imagine the times I was fondled like that by Aldy, I don't know where he is now. I don't refuse anymore. even now he responds warmly.
Feeling the wind now Mr. Hr's hands are even more daring to sneak behind the blouse that I'm wearing, it doesn't stop there, it keeps dipping into the bra that I'm wearing.
My heart beat fast when the man's hand squeezed the mound of supple flesh on my chest anxiously. It felt right, his soft palms on the surface of my breasts, followed by his naughty fingers playing with my nipples. He seems very excited. His hands were moving more and more roughly on my chest to the right and left.
After being satisfied, his hands impatiently began to strip the clothes I was wearing one by one until they were scattered on the floor. Until finally I was only wearing a piece of G-string only. Mr. Hr also rushed to strip his T-shirt and sarong. Behind it protruded the shaft of the man's tense penis, the size of a baby's arm.
It didn't feel like I screamed in horror, I had never seen a man's penis that big. I'm a little horrified. Can my broken thing be penetrated by that thing. But I could not hide my admiration. As if there is a charm of its own so that my eyes are constantly fixed on that object. Mr. Hr walked over to me, his hand grabbed my ponytail and pulled it until the knot was released and my hair fell freely down my back.
"You are so beautiful Winda…" Mr. Hr muttered admiring my beauty.
I just smiled shyly at the compliment.
Mr. Hr gently pushed my body until I sat on the edge of the bed. Then he pulled the G-string, the last piece of cloth covering my body, and threw it on the floor. Now we are both completely naked. Without letting go of my legs, he even exasperatedly stretched my thighs wide. His eyes were really staring at the area around my groin. The man's breath was so fast.