God Of Love

"Do you think looking at space is more interesting than my class, Lucas?"

Feeling like he was caught doing something wrong, Lucas looked at the teacher and thought wryly.

'Yeah. If the space I'm looking at has a super hottie completely n.a.k.e.d, I bet you would also agree with me.'

Although he thought so inside, Lucas quickly responded with an apologetic smile.

"Of course not, teach, I was just thinking deeply about the content of the lesson. It was so interesting that my mind wandered through the story that you were telling."

The teacher slowly approached Lucas, listening to each word in silence.

"In addition to a comedian, you also have a silver tongue."

However, when he got close enough, the teacher noticed one thing: the volume in Lucas's shorts.

The package was so big that he couldn't hide it.

This view completely infuriated the teacher. With a slap on the table, he shouted out loud.

"THEN THE CLA.S.S WAS INTERESTING!! IT LOOKS LIKE ITS TRUE!! SO INTERESTING THAT..."

Taking a deep breath, the teacher approached and said in a low voice.

"If you don't... Stop it now, I'll get you out of my class."

For a moment, Lucas didn't know what to say. Stop erection? How would he do that?

"Teacher, I think you know that this is very difficult... You are a man too, you must understand that this happens sometimes unintentionally."

The teacher cursed Lucas internally. In fact, men occasionally get erections out of time, but it's obvious that Lucas had been thinking about something e.r.o.t.i.c before.

"Think of something non-e.r.o.t.i.c, otherwise I will really get you out of class."

If it were another student, Teacher Italo, who is known for being strict in the classroom, would have expelled him from the classroom, but he was not stupid.

The care that the director and the deputy director took with Lucas demonstrated that he was someone special. Although Teacher Saulo did not fear him, Lucas had not done anything bad enough for him to simply ignore that fact.

Lucas nodded silently but knew it was impossible. Even while the teacher was talking to him, the hot n.a.k.e.d girl was in front of him seducing him with her body, as if she was having fun with his misfortune.

From her eyes, Lucas knew she was determined to keep his hard-on until the end. He thought about just closing his eyes, but he knew he couldn't, the teacher would be even more furious.

'How do I overcome this situation?'

Lucas thought silently as he watched Teacher Italo's back view.

'I think it's time to get serious.'

He thought as an arrogant smile slowly spread across his face.

'Secret Killer Technique: Cold Spirit.'

Lucas's eyes slowly went cold, and everyone around him seemed to change. Everyone's clothes, hair, and skin slowly disappeared. It looked like it was an x-ray vision.

In fact, it was just a mental technique, where the person creates in the mind a model of everyone he sees based on his knowledge of the human body.

This technique has several purposes: to facilitate the location of vital points, for example, or to transform the target into something nonhuman to facilitate murder.

Thus, the person feels less remorse for having taken someone's life, or that was the explanation that Lucas's mother gave him.

Finally, in control, Lucas relaxed and went back to watching the teacher's class. He was actually finding the class interesting. Not because of the teacher's eloquence, but because the experience was new.

Lucas spent his entire life studying at home under the tutelage of his mother, Katia. Unlike the seemingly rigid teacher, Katia was a hundred times more spartan.

She demanded that he learn five things when she taught one. And if he didn't learn fast enough, she would increase his training in other areas.

When Lucas exceeded her expectations in some ways, she was not satisfied, and simply increased the content of training/studies. For her, it was never enough, no matter how much he studied or trained.

Even if he completely mastered a subject, she demanded more of him.

This teacher's class was a walk in the park in comparison.

Suddenly, Lucas's thoughts were cut off.

When he looked down, he saw that shape resembling a walking piece of meat pulling his shorts down.

She was crouched, under the table, between his legs. Lucas quickly stopped any attempt by the girl to lower his shorts, but his actions were so abrupt that his new friend, Marcus, noticed.

Marcus was the only other person to notice Lucas's erection previously, so seeing Lucas's sudden actions in putting the hand on the shorts, as if he were raising or lowering, he didn't know what to think.

Why did he do it?

He winked at Lucas and gestured to remind him that the teacher is watching him. Lucas nodded and removed one hand from his shorts while the other continued to hold the shorts in place.

The girl kept trying to pull Lucas's shorts down. He hit her hand, pushed her back, and stopped her in every way, but she didn't seem to give up.

Lucas didn't know what to do.

But after all, who would know what to do?

He had to be careful not to get the teacher's attention and at the same time prevent her from lowering his shorts.

His concentration, which was previously partly focused on the use of the Cold Spirit technique, was slowly eroding. A few minutes later, the technique was released, and Lucas again saw the completely n.a.k.e.d s.e.xy girl crouched in front of his legs trying to pull his shorts down.

The vision had an instant effect.

His faithful knight stood up for battle, ready to fight in every war.

Although the teacher has not yet noticed Lucas's actions, Marcus was watching him from time to time. When he saw the package in Lucas's shorts, he felt so embarrassed that he pretended not to see anything else and concentrated on the classroom.

Lucas was on the edge.

He was close to losing patience, but the girl was fearless. When she saw him in that state, she started massaging Lucas's erection over his shorts, and that made him calm down a little.

He had been aroused for a while and went through a roller coaster of emotions. Before, he thought she wanted to lower his pants to embarrass him, but when he saw her massaging his d.i.c.k, he calmed down a little.

With his guard still high, holding the shorts, Lucas was silent, looking at the teacher in the classroom while the girl did the job below. Although he was looking at the teacher, not a single word registered in Lucas's mind.

With all his effort, he could only keep his student's face. The stimulation was not great, but it was enough to keep his mind off the content of the lesson.

A few minutes passed, and Lucas finally relaxed the hand that held his shorts in place. The girl was alert and didn't let the opportunity pass. Before he could react, she fished his c.o.c.k out of the shorts.

The next thing Lucas felt was the cold air hitting his groin, and shortly thereafter, something had wrapped up his hard c.o.c.k.

When he looked down, he saw something unbelievable.

Deep throat.

The girl had every inch of Lucas's c.o.c.k inside her throat.

The sight was so shocking that Lucas was completely overwhelmed. The physical p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e he was experiencing was one thing, but the situation made it all the more pleasurable.

In the classroom, with many people around, he was getting a deep throat from a beautiful girl completely n.a.k.e.d under the table.

Lucas's mind short-circuited for a moment.

The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was simply unbelievable, something completely different from the blowjobs he received before. Glassy eyes, open mouth, Lucas looked like an idiot looking into space.

As much as he tried before to stay focused, this time he couldn't do anything. If it was in another situation or if he was prepared, perhaps he would have managed to maintain his composure. Unfortunately, the girl attacked when he let his guard down in the worst possible situation.

A loud sound rang through the classroom, and all the students turned their eyes at Lucas at the same time.

He didn't hear the sound, but the sudden attention of the people around him made his instincts work again. Assassins are s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to people's gaze. When he felt more than twenty pairs of eyes fall on his body, he finally managed to compose himself.

The first thing he noticed, other than the looks of everyone in the classroom, was the teacher approaching quickly looking like an angry lion.