Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

In the principal's office, the highest-ranking person of the school, the one who strictly prohibits early love in the school, is now having a forbidden teacher-student relationship with a student.

Well, it's not just a teacher-student relationship, it's clearly a teacher-student love affair!

At this moment, the chairman of the board of directors has already stripped off her clothes, is embracing the same stripped Roland, on a council sofa while giving him her best french kiss.

But this is after all a biology class, so while kissing Roland passionately, she also had to teach him various kissing techniques.

For example, wet kisses, tongue kisses, lip kisses, biting kisses, etc., and even the strawberry(hickey) act that will only be done after the relationship has advanced.

Roland also learnt from her and planted strawberries on her body to show the results of his learning, and in less than a minute, those places that were not easy to be discovered after she put on her clothes were already full of strawberries.

At this time, with Roland kiss all the way down, and finally came down between the legs.

In order to teach biology class, the chairman Sophia opened her legs and watched her student try to bury his face into her private parts, eager to take knowledge from down her core, as a great educator, Sophia could not help but for the first time recognised the desire to learn, revealed a gratifying smile.

"Don't rush, let's take it slow and steady," the Chairman reassured him, then slowly spread her thighs, exposing the fleshy pussy lips with leaking stream to her student eyes for close scrutiny.

"Look closely. If you can't see clearly, come closer. Women have two important orifices here: one for urination, and the other... the place you boys most desire to enter," the Chairman, Sophia explained, using her slender fingers to gently spread the pink petals, allowing the Roland a better view of the inner landscape.

"Chairman Sophia, I never knew you were so pink down here," Roland remarked with earnest admiration.

"Indeed. The color gradually changes with use. If a woman's area is too dark, it means she's already someone else's by product. You must be cautious, understand?" Sophia patiently explained.

"Then the reason yours is so pink is because you haven't become someone else's by product yet?" Roland asked, eager to learn more from her, tho he knows it all but the feeling of watching a mature woman telling it something else.

"Of course. After all, I proposed the Public Order and Moral Conduct Act myself. I must lead by example and abstain from sexual contact."

"Does that mean you haven't had any sexual relations with your husband in a long while?"

"Yes, I haven't had any sexual contact since I became pregnant with my daughter, Anna."

"After so long without being satisfied, don't you feel lonely?" Roland gently stroked her pink clitoris. Under the passive influence of his Massage Technique, Sophia quickly became dazed, even letting out soft moans from her throat.

"Hghn!! Even if I'm lonely, I must endure it. This is all for creating a pure world for Anna," Sophia said, her legs instinctively clamping around Roland's neck. She pressed his head down, forcing his lips tightly against her own.

A soft, warm sensation slipped into her body, as if she had deliberately trapped Roland's head to savor this pleasure. Her expression immediately turned hazy as he licked her deep with tongue.

"But Chairman, isn't the purpose of life to find happiness? If this path only brings torment and pain, what's the point?" Roland continued to manipulate her with his words while he continues to lick and suck on her pussy.

"What... ahh~... are you trying to say?" Sophia moaned, her words already slurring.

"I was thinking, why not just do this? You can be a good wife to your husband in the future, and when you're with me, you can be a good onahole. That way, you can not only teach me biology but also satisfy your pent-up desires. What do you think?" Roland proposed a clever idea.

"But... but that won't work... My body belongs to my husband," the chairman Sophia replied, though she secretly found the idea appealing. But surely it's impossible, right?

"Then just pretend I'm your husband from now on and ignore the one at home."

"But... but..."

"If you're not willing, I won't force you. We can stop here."

As Roland spoke, he withdrew from between her legs, abruptly ending the passive assault of his tongue and Massage Technique. The overwhelming pleasure that had been driving her wild vanished instantly.

She began to tremble uncontrollably, as if experiencing withdrawal symptoms. It felt like a million ants were gnawing at her body. If she didn't get some relief soon, she might die from the agony!

"You! How could you give up halfway through? Have you even learned the knowledge I taught you?" The chairman's Sophia voice trembled as she lunged at Roland, clinging to him tightly for support.

"But you said those places are only for husbands," Roland protested, his face an innocent mask. "If you're unwilling to be my onahole, then naturally I can't continue learning with you."

"You... you really know how to put your lessons to practical use, don't you? Hurry up and put it in!" Sophia snapped.

"What about the onahole and husband thing...?"

"Enough! Fine! I'll be your personal onahole. From now on, I grant you my husband's rights. You can use me as your onahole whenever you please. Is that enough?"

"That's certainly enough. So, Chairman, where exactly would you like me to enter?"

"What do you think? Where do you usually go to the bathroom? I haven't even taught you the most crucial knowledge about pregnancy yet. Hurry up and come practice!" The Chairman rolled her eyes. If I'm your personal toilet(onahole), why are you asking where to enter?

"Can your little tongue plug the my outlet?"

"Understood!"

What else could Roland say? He straightened his posture and plunged his dick into Sophia mysterious depths, a territory untouched by anyone for years.

Having been deprived of such intimate contact for so long, Sophia's mind went blank with pleasure the moment Roland thrust into her. She began twisting her hips rhythmically, the movements growing faster and faster as she cried out, "Master!" "Husband!" and other possessive terms.

Tsk tsk, truly, a woman in her forties is as fierce as a tiger. She had completely surrendered to the sea of desire from the very start.

This rapid descent into lust sparked a mischievous idea in Roland's mind. He secretly put another mental suggestion of calling him her master while she move on top of his dick like a drill machine.

As expected, the chairman, Sophia had already lost all control, transforming into a hip-twisting machine. Even after the mental suggestion was lifted, she continued to cry out possessive terms like "Master" and "Husband," as if claiming him as her own.

How thrilling! What delightful expression would she wear when she finally stopped and realized what she had done?