Page 33 of My Demon Teacher

My students nod and pack up, clearing the class over the next five minutes, but I stand behind my desk and stare at him. My Yu-jin. The only one who truly matters in this world.

“Everything all right, Mr. Jung?” I ask him.

Yu-jin gets up and approaches the desk with slow, sensual steps that accentuate his hips as he moves.

“Oh yes, Master Lucian. I just have a question.” He leans forward and rests his head on his hands.

“Wh…what is it, Mr. Jung?”

His wonderful citrusy scent invades my space, and it makes my cock pulse harder. I don’t think I can control myself much longer.

“It’s about class. Can I…study you this semester, sir? After all, I’m marrying you. I feel like it’s only fair.”

I swallow and stand up. Yu-jin’s eyes drop to my crotch, the outline of my cock filling my pants in minute detail.

“Of course you can, Mr. Jung. What would you like to study first?”

“That!” He points at my cock and lies down on the desk.

His face is only inches from my cock, but not for long. He lifts his hands and unzips my pants.

He frees me, and I flick my fingers. The indistinguishable bolt of the door clicks into place, and I look down at my fiancé.

“Sure, Mr. Jung. It’s all yours to study.”

“Thank you, Master Lucian,” he says and keeps his gaze on me as he guides me into his mouth.

Heat envelopes my crown. His tongue lashes against my slit and my knees weaken from the contact.

“Oh my, Yu—Mr. Jung. That is very thorough research, don’t you think?” I can’t help the stutter.

I move my hand to his head, his hair, and tug at it a little. The force makes him release most of my cock, and he uses his tongue to lick my undercarriage.

“I’m a very good student, Master Lucian. I love doing my homework for you.”

At that, his tail slithers out of his backside and wraps around my cock and balls like a cock ring. I pulse against his lips and push myself back into his mouth.

Each thrust makes my muscles tense. Each time his nose touches my groin, a growl rises up my throat, higher and higher, until I’m roaring.

The heat fills my body like my hellfire never could. Every touch makes the claw in the pit of my stomach scratch a little harder, a little rougher, a little stronger. I close my eyes, squeezing them to tame the beast inside me.

His tail tightens around me, but that doesn’t help. I’m close. I’m so close to releasing my load that I stand still for fear of letting go too soon.

When I open my eyes again, he’s on all fours and using his free hand to play with his own cock. His ass is exposed. I want nothing more than to claim it, but I…I can’t move. Besides, I won’t last long, and I know it.

“Turn over.”

“Hm?” My cock slips out of his mouth with a pop, and I take a breath without feeling like I’ll spill my load.

“Turn over. I want to see you.”

He pouts with a cheeky smile and lies on his back. He slides me back into his mouth and continues to suck my cock as he massages his own.

I don’t know where to look. At my length entering his mouth? At the way my cock fills his throat? Or the way his hand beats his own erection.

I do know where I don’t want to look. At the markings on his body. The scratches, the cuts. The years of abuse marked on him like landmarks on a map.

I do look at his other cuts however. The ones on his hands. The ones he inflicted on himself to summon his creatures.

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