CHAPTER 230: - AUDIENCE -***

It was a pure scene of harem carnage. One that belonged to the Provost.

At this moment, Kats, Ayesha, Cynthia, Cinthya. Four prominent A Rank beauties known publicly in the school. Were on the Provost bed, either nude or had a transparent thin silk to cover their upper bodies. Their eyes glinted both complicatedly and numb.

Especially Kats. She couldn’t believe it.

This was actually Max, to think that the almighty Provost would set him up with one of the Elite Instructors because the latter offended him was crazy.

’Just who is he?’ She pondered. Realizing at this moment that Max’s cold nonchalance was actually worth it. And she had played herself for a fool while trying to hold grudges with him.

Cinthya, Cynthia’s twin sister who once shared an erotic moment with Max in the library revealed a lustful drooling look at Max’s cock.

’It has become much bigger.’ she thought, imagining Max pounding her roughly in doggy style while pulling her hair.

’—will it even enter?’

Her thoughts were cut short by the Provost’s melodic, sweet voice, like a fine tune that struck the string of her erotic emotions.

"Isn’t he just... impeccable and evil?" The Provost asked, taking a short pause in between each word as she searched for something more fitting to describe Max.

She had been watching the live screen for over an hour. Yet Max seemed indomitable enough not to falter. His cock even thickening with every second after shooting out such large amounts of cum. A factor that she couldn’t undermine.

She remembered Sloane’s words:

"—his cum tastes like candy huh?"

Feeling an urge to laugh at the thought. The Provost smiled impeccably and landed soft pats on the head of the two girls sucking on her huge melons.

"Hmmmmmm." When they let go of her thick nipples, the Provost let out a soft purr. The sound alone could have caused even a man on his deathbed to grow an erection.

Even the girls felt turned on by it as a vivid flush could be spotted on their cheeks.

This was the Provost, a woman of unprecedented charm that knew no bounds between genders.

"Cynthia, Ayeesha."

She called out to the two dazed girls who had their eyes stuck on the screen.

Hearing both of their names being called, they knew what the Provost wanted and crawled on all fours.

Soon a triple 69 pleasure feast erupted.

...

Without being aware that the Provost was with some of the girls he planned on fucking, Max was intent on dealing with Instructor May.

The slender Asian lady had lost her voice from screaming out loud when she squirted. Her hands and legs tied to the chair only served to amplify her lust and punish her at the same time.

Max had pushed half of the dildo inside her and left it so.

The intrusion of the foreign object lacking the dexterity of the real deal sent aching pain through the walls of her inner sanctum.

Compared to the previous intense torture before she squirted, the dildo’s inability to thrust and ravage her pussy was worse.

It was like after being stuck in a desert for long in search of an oasis while suffering from thirst. A half bottle of water suddenly dropped from the sky.

The person drank the water but was still stuck in the desert without an oasis.

However, due to having drank water recently, the thirst came stronger and more tormenting than ever.

This was what Instructor May currently faced.

—

"Put on your heels."

Sloane heard Max say.

’Huh?’

But meeting his eyes, her thoughts diffused and she did without muttering a single word.

Now on heels, Sloane towered half a head above him. Causing Max to squint his eyes slightly.

Black lace bra that cupped her boobs perfectly and a matching black thong. The spills of semi-dried cum splattered on her bra and cleavage made her look slutty on high heels.

Just like he wanted and imagined. Max’s breath became slightly heavy.

Somehow, he was reminded of those models in magazines and office scenario porn videos.

Though he was far from short, Max found thrill at the thought of Sloane going down to suck his dick.

But first, Max moved closer and wrapped his hand around her enticing waist. Lowering his palm to grab a handful of her ass and massaging both cheeks.

"Hmmmm—" Sloane purred softly feeling the heat from his nostrils brush the skin around her neck and thick seething cock against her belly.

His firm grip held her neck and he took a whiff of her.

"You look hot."

Max complimented.

To Sloane, however, her body was in jitters. Melting like a good girl.

’He complimented me?’

Unable to believe, her cheeks flushed for the first time, not from bliss or shame but pure simple joy.

"Come." Max pulled her to the bed. Commencing a show for the Instructor May to watch.

First he pulled off the sheet, with Sloane standing obediently with a good girl attitude behind him.

Throwing the sheet to a corner of the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and gazed up at Sloane.

"Come suck my dick."

He swung his fully erect cock at her.

Though his words were like command, Sloane didn’t find it harsh or rude anymore.

She instead wanted to be a good girl and receive compliments from him.

...

In her office, the Provost’s heart shook witnessing this.

’This being is more than simple.’

To think that he shattered her assistant’s psychological barrier with just a compliment.

A skill only acquired when one knew how truly submissive and nasty a woman wanted to be treated.

Somehow, her curiosity towards Max was starting to become a hunger.

...

Watching the tall Sloane on heels go down on her knees before him, grab his cock with both palms and softly stroke it before swallowing the cap — the warmth of her mouth filled Max with inexplicable bliss.

"Argh—" he grunted.

"—Good girl." softly patting her head.