It was well into the afternoon class, nearing the end of the school day, and Professor Irene was teaching her usual subject. Most of the students, as always, looked incredibly bored. They were trying so hard not to fall asleep, stifling yawns as they struggled to stay awake.
I, on the other hand, had my eyes fixed on Irene. Her outfit today was… different. She wasn't wearing her usual suit over her crisp white blouse. Instead, she'd ditched the jacket, making her figure impossible to ignore. Her blouse hugged her bust in a way that was way too obvious to be accidental. And her pencil skirt? Yeah, that, paired with her stockings, made her thighs look downright sinful. The soft outline of her legs was practically taunting me.
Was it just me, or was she trying to seduce me again? Her attempts at subtlety had been on a steep decline, and this? This wasn't subtle. This was blatant, shameless seduction.
