A mischievous smile stretched on Aeric's face, he scoffed and walked closer to her. Steps slow and cunning.
"You look splendid in that dress, Headmistress." he said.
Lady Lysandra adjusted her glasses, breathing hard as she moaned, watching Aeric come closer to her.
"It's good that you're starting to say how you really feel rather than hide your desires in this headmistress act."
That made her hide her face away.
"But..." he walked to her back. "No matter what dress you wear, you'll always look better..."
He placed both hands on the top of her blouse.
"...with no dress at all!"
With a rough pull down of her gown, Headmistress Lysandra's breasts blasted out and bounced in front of her.
She gasped. "Son of Starlight!"
Aeric held her by the chin, lifting her head up. "You have not been with the Divine Priest have you?"
She shook her head obediently. "No. Not since that day. Never again."
