Both women trembled at his words, their bodies going rigid with shock.

"W-what?" Mirael's voice came out as a strangled whisper.

Seraphine's eyes widened. "What did you just—"

"I said," Tianlong repeated calmly, turning to face them fully, "what are the criteria to become a professor in this academy?"

The question hung in the air. Both women were still trying to process it—their minds struggling to shift from terror of imminent death to... what? Was this monster seriously asking about employment?

Before either could formulate a response—

"You PERVERT!"

The word echoed through the room, sharp and furious.

Both women's heads snapped toward the bed.

Sylvea—or Zhaoshenya—had pushed herself up slightly, propped on one elbow. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes blazing with anger despite their glazed appearance. Her body continued twitching, legs pressing together as more fluid leaked from her pussy onto the bedsheets beneath her robes.

Mirael and Seraphine gasped simultaneously.

They recognized that expression. That body language. The woman on the bed was clearly in heat—aroused beyond reason, her body betraying her with every trembling movement. The wet spot spreading on the sheets was impossible to miss.

But their fear overwhelmed any other reaction. They didn't care that this woman had obviously been fucked senseless. They just wanted to survive.

Yet as they looked more carefully at the elven woman Tianlong had carried in...

Seraphine's breath caught. "That face... those robes..."

Mirael's eyes went impossibly wide. "No... it can't be..."

Sylvea turned her gaze across the room, looking toward the other bed where Aelion's body lay. The young man was breathing normally now, Tianlong's Qi having stabilized his condition. His wounds were still visible but no longer life-threatening.

Her nephew. Her sister's son. Beaten nearly to death.

Her eyes shifted back to Tianlong, and she glared with an intensity that should have melted stone.

The memory flooded back—how thoroughly he'd fucked her in that chamber. How his cock had pounded into her pussy again and again, hitting her cervix, grinding against her womb's entrance. How he'd filled her completely, stretched her to her limits, made her scream like a common whore.

Her pussy clenched at the memory. A fresh gush of fluid soaked through her robes.

"What have you done to me?" Her voice shook with rage and desperate need.

Her entire body was betraying her. Every nerve ending screamed for him to take her again. Her pussy throbbed with emptiness, craving the stretch and fullness of his cock. Her nipples ached, leaking milk through the fabric of her robes.

Tianlong looked at her, then started moving toward the bed.

But before he could reach her—

"H-Headmaster?"

The word came from Mirael, barely audible. Shock had completely drained the color from her face.

Silence crashed through the room.

Tianlong stopped mid-step, turning to look at the student. Then back at Sylvea.

Seraphine's hand flew to her mouth. "Headmaster Sylvea? But that means—"

Sylvea—Zhaoshenya—closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. Not at the students, but at Tianlong. Her voice came out low, frustrated.

"Why did you have to follow me here?"

Tianlong blinked. Then his expression shifted to something between amusement and exasperation. "Hey, forget that."

He moved to the bed, sitting down beside her with complete casualness—as if he hadn't just fucked her into oblivion less than an hour ago. As if her pussy wasn't still leaking his cum onto the sheets.

"So what's this headmaster thing?" He tilted his head. "Don't tell me you have a high position in this academy."

Her entire body trembled. Rage and humiliation warred across her face. Her eyes darted between him and the two students—Mirael and Seraphine—who now knew exactly who she was.

The Headmaster of Thornwood Academy. One of the most powerful positions in the eighth inner circle. Reduced to a cock-drunk mess in front of her own students.

She glared at him with murderous intent.

Then her gaze shifted to the two women by the door.

She snapped her fingers.

SHING—

Two ice crystals materialized instantly—long, thin, wickedly sharp. They shot across the room faster than either woman could react.

THUNK— THUNK—

Both crystals pierced through their chests, directly through their hearts.

"Guh—!" Mirael's eyes went wide, blood bubbling from her lips.

Seraphine made a choking sound, hands flying to the crystal protruding from her sternum.

Blood poured from their mouths. Their eyes rolled back as their bodies began to crumple—

But before they hit the floor, two magic circles flared to life on their chests.

The ice crystals dissolved into mana particles. The wounds closed instantly—flesh knitting back together, ribs reforming, hearts restarting. Color returned to their faces.

Their eyes opened again.

But something was different.

They stood up slowly, movements mechanical and precise. Their expressions had gone completely blank—no fear, no emotion, nothing. Just empty vessels.

They moved to the door in perfect synchronization, closing it quietly. Then they turned and bowed deeply toward Sylvea, remaining in that position like obedient puppets.

Tianlong watched the entire sequence with raised eyebrows. Impressive. Kill and resurrect as mind-controlled servants in one fluid motion. The level of magical control required for that was significant.

"So you know some very strong magic, huh, Sylvea?"

Her head snapped toward him. "I am Zhaoshenya. Not Sylvea, you perverted bastard."

He shook his head, smirking slightly. "Does it matter what you call yourself? You're still the woman who—"

"You are infuriating. You know that?" She folded her arms across her chest, eyes closed as if trying to compose herself.

"Yes, I am."

Her eyes snapped open again, locking onto his. "So tell me—what have you done to my body?"

He blinked. "What? What have I done to you?"

"Why—" She moved suddenly, grabbing his collar with both hands. Her face was inches from his, flushed impossibly red. Her pupils were dilated, breathing ragged. Saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth.

She looked exactly like a bitch in heat—desperate, needy, completely consumed by lust she couldn't control.

"Why does my body want you so badly again?!" Her voice cracked on the last word, somewhere between a scream and a moan.

Between her legs, her pussy clenched hard, gushing more fluid. Her thighs pressed together but it only made the sensation worse. Her nipples throbbed, leaking milk that soaked through her robes in visible wet spots.

Tianlong opened his mouth, a smirk forming. "Maybe it's just because you're—"

She didn't let him finish.

Her mouth crashed against his, sealing his lips with desperate hunger. Her tongue forced past his teeth immediately, exploring his mouth with the same frantic need that consumed her body.

"Mmph—!"

His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

Her hands released his collar, moving to grip his face instead. She kissed him deeper, tongue wrestling with his as muffled sounds escaped her throat. Her entire body pressed against him, those massive tits squashing against his chest.

Her hips ground forward instinctively, seeking friction. The wet heat between her legs soaked through both their robes where they touched.

"Nnngh~ Haaah~"

She broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, gasping for air. Her green eyes were completely glazed now, any semblance of dignity or control gone.

"I need... I need you inside me... now—"

Then her mouth found his again, kissing with renewed desperation as her hands began tearing at his robes.

Her fingers trembled as they worked the fabric, pulling his robe apart with clumsy urgency. Tianlong smirked against her lips before deepening the kiss, his tongue dominating hers as his hand moved up to grope her breast over her robe.

"Ah—!" She winced as his fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to make her milk leak faster through the fabric.

Without breaking the kiss, his other hand moved down, gripping the hem of her robe at pussy level. RIIIP— The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as he split it open, exposing her dripping cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen, glistening with a mix of arousal and his previous load, the pink flesh twitching visibly.

His cock slid free from his own robe, already rock hard and throbbing. The thick shaft stood at attention, veins bulging along its length. He positioned the swollen head at her entrance, rubbing it against her slit teasingly.

"Cast a soundproof barrier," he said, pulling back just enough to look into her glazed eyes. "Or everyone will know that their runaway headmaster is a cock-hungry bitch."

Her eyes rolled back, pussy clenching at nothing. "Nnngh—!"

With a snap of her fingers, a shimmering barrier surrounded the room.

The moment it activated, he plunged in.

PAH—!

The wet sound of his cock splitting her open echoed as he buried himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Her walls stretched impossibly around his thickness, the ridges of her inner texture gripping every inch as he forced his way to her cervix.

"UNGHH~!!" Her scream tore from her throat, raw and animalistic.

He grabbed both her thighs, locking them with his hands and spreading them wide. Getting on his knees, he started pounding into her with merciless rhythm. Each thrust drove deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with wet sounds as fluids gushed from where they connected.

"Ahh! Ahh! F-fuck! Your cock—! So deep—!" She moaned like a bitch in heat, her massive tits bouncing violently with each impact. Milk sprayed from her nipples, soaking her torn robe.

PLAP— PLAP— PLAP—

His hips pistoned against hers, cock stretching her pussy wider with every stroke. Her inner walls rippled and clenched around him, trying to milk his shaft as more of her juices squirted out around his girth.

"I'll break—! You're breaking me—! UNGHH~!!"

Her cervix kissed his cockhead with each thrust, the entrance to her womb denting inward from the pressure. Her stomach bulged slightly where his cock reached deepest, the outline visible through her pale skin.

He released one thigh to grab her breast, twisting her nipple hard. Milk jetted out in a thin stream as she screamed, the bud turning red under his rough treatment.

"That's it, headmaster. Scream for my cock."

"YES! YES! Fuck your—nghh!—your headmaster's pussy! Ruin me!" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans, tongue lolling out as drool ran down her chin.

Her pussy squeezed him in waves, walls fluttering as she came again and again. Clear fluid gushed out with each orgasm, soaking the sheets beneath them in a growing puddle.

His pace increased, balls tightening as he felt his release approaching. He drove in harder, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of his cock fucking her drenched cunt filling the barrier.

"Cum inside—! Fill me up—! I need it—!" She begged shamelessly, nails raking down his chest.

With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted.

"AHHHH~!!"

Thick ropes of cum pumped directly against her cervix, flooding her womb. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking every drop as her eyes rolled back completely. Her body convulsed violently, back arching as the most intense orgasm yet tore through her.

Hot seed overflowed from her stretched hole, mixing with her juices and running down to pool beneath her ass.

He stayed buried inside, both breathing hard as aftershocks made her walls pulse around his still-hard cock.

Then—

"M-Mother?"

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