Pregnant with the Hot Professor's Baby

Just One Plunge

Finally, Sekar matched Raiden's rhythm, as his thrusts became stronger and faster, making their moans echo until Sekar felt like something was about to explode inside her. Sekar's body trembled and Raiden tensed. Both of them groaned long.

"Oh, Sekar.…!" Raiden thrust deeper and harder as he released himself inside her.

"Ahhh ... Mr. Rai!" Sekar's mouth fell open, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed as she savored the sensation for the first time. It was a kind of pain mixed with pleasure.

Their combined fluids seeped out, wetting the mat when Raiden pulled out.

Their breaths were ragged, their bodies already drenched in sweat and not rainwater anymore.

Raiden's body collapsed beside Sekar. Still panting, he changed his position, lying on his side facing Sekar with one hand supporting his head. He stared at the student, guilt now enveloping him. One hand wiped the sweat from the forehead of the woman whose innocence had just been lost.

"I didn't expect you were still..."

Before Raiden could finish his sentence, he was rewarded with a punch to his chest. Raiden chuckled and pulled Sekar into his embrace.

"I'm sorry. Whatever happens next, I'll take responsibility," Raiden said.

Sekar looked deeply into the lecturer's eyes, searching for sincerity. Was he serious, or were these just empty promises?

Unexpectedly, Raiden kissed Sekar's forehead.

***

After the rain stopped, Raiden put his clothes back on, as did Sekar.

While Raiden was dressing, Sekar looked at him in admiration. She now understood why the female students at her campus were crazy about Raiden. His athletic body and his Japanese-Indonesian features gave him a unique handsomeness.

"Awww!" Sekar winced as she put on her long jeans. Her sensitive area still felt sore.

"Still hurts, huh?"

What a silly question from Raiden. Of course, it hurts. His long and large size had caused Sekar's discomfort.

Sekar pouted in response. So this is how painful the first night is, she thought to herself, feeling as if Raiden's presence was still inside her, still lingering.

But Raiden chose to ignore her discomfort. He continued dressing and tidying up the huts by turning off the lantern and placing it back in its spot.

"Do you have wet wipes?" Raiden asked.

Sekar opened her bag again, took out wet wipes, and handed them to the lecturer.

Raiden took a few sheets and cleaned the hut's floor where blood stains still lingered, cleaning it without any disgust. Sekar, on the other hand, blushed with embarrassment.

After finishing, Raiden put the dirty wipes into his motorcycle's seat compartment. It's not good to litter, right?

"Can you walk?" Raiden looked at Sekar from top to bottom.

"What do you think?" Sekar shot back curtly.

Raiden led his motorcycle again. Behind him, Sekar followed, occasionally grimacing from the pain between her legs. Looking at Raiden's broad and muscular shoulders, Sekar thought she wouldn't hold the lecturer accountable.

What had happened wasn't entirely Raiden's fault, even though he could have controlled himself. However, Sekar realized she had enjoyed it too. She couldn't believe she had gone this far with her lecturer.

The student in her final year recalled the events leading up to her and Raiden getting lost in the forest, whose name she didn't know.

Flashback

Raiden asked one of his students doing community service to accompany him to the city due to poor village signal. He was looking for a signal to send reports of his students' activities during the community service that day via the university email.

The female students vied to join. But unexpectedly, a comment led Raiden to choose Sekar.

As the supervising lecturer, Raiden needed Sekar, the team leader, because there were some reports that hadn't been completed, and he was sure Sekar could help him.

Raiden and Sekar set off alone on his sports motorcycle.

They headed to the city, searching for a fast-food restaurant where they could use the wifi while eating.

"What do you want to eat?" Raiden asked, glancing at the menu on the board.

"I'll have the same as you, Mr. Rai," Sekar replied nonchalantly.

Raiden ordered two servings of crispy chicken with rice and soup, and mineral water instead of soda.

At the table, Sekar protested. "Why no soda?" she asked.

"You said the same as me. I don't like soda drinks. Mineral water is healthier, you know?!" Raiden replied.

Sekar adjusted her slipping glasses. "Crispy chicken actually pairs well with soda," Sekar muttered softly, but Raiden heard her.

"Do you know how much sugar is in sodas? If you keep consuming them, it will have a bad effect on your body later—"

"Enjoy your meal," Sekar cut in, not wanting another lecture.

Raiden snorted softly. "Yeah, enjoy," he replied.

They ate until finished, then Raiden opened his laptop and began working. At his request, Sekar moved her chair beside Raiden.

Soon, his work was done, and all reports were emailed.

Raiden suggested they return to their lodging, but he wanted to try a new route on the way.

"Mr. Rai, are you sure this route is okay?" Sekar asked, skeptical of the shortcut.

"Trust me, I'm a field supervisor. we won't get lost!" Raiden replied with a sidelong glance.

"Just don't get us lost!"

…

"Sekar, I recognize this road!" Raiden exclaimed, his voice cutting through the rhythmic drumming of rain on the forest canopy. "We’re close to the lodging!"

Sekar snapped out of her daydream, startled by his sudden burst of enthusiasm. She squinted ahead, but the unlit path still looked as unfamiliar as ever.

"Are you sure this time, Mr. Rai?" she asked, her tone skeptical.

Raiden shot her a confident grin, though the exhaustion in his eyes betrayed him. "Trust me. We’re almost there."

Despite his assurance, Sekar held onto her doubts, choosing to believe it only when the lodging finally came into view.

"There’s a shop nearby that sells bottled gasoline. Hopefully, they’re still open," Raiden added, his voice filled with determination.

True to his word, it wasn’t long before the faint glow of a shop’s lights broke through the darkness. Sekar’s shoulders sagged in relief as they approached. The shop was still open, even though it was pushing midnight.

Raiden dismounted the motorcycle, his boots squelching in the mud, and approached the small wooden counter. He wasted no time, buying ten bottles of gasoline, which was the shop’s entire stock.

The elderly shop owner’s face lit up as Raiden handed over the cash. "You’ve made my night, young man. My gasoline hasn’t sold this quickly in ages," the man said with a wide grin, his weathered hands carefully counting the money.

Raiden chuckled. "Happy to help, Grandpa."

The shop owner nodded toward the sleek sports motorcycle parked outside. "Big bike like that must drink a lot. Shame I only had ten bottles to spare."

"It’s enough to get us to the next station," Raiden replied, filling the tank with practiced efficiency. Even though the tank wasn’t full, the ten bottles would get them back on track.

"Safe travels, young man and young lady," the shop owner said, waving as Raiden started the engine.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Sekar called out with a polite smile.

Raiden gave the man a small nod before climbing onto the motorcycle. With a loud vroom, the engine roared back to life, its sound cutting through the stillness of the night.

Sekar climbed on behind him, holding tightly as Raiden revved the throttle. For the first time all day, a flicker of hope sparked between them. They were finally on their way out of this long, exhausting misadventure.

"Be careful." Raiden held Sekar's hand as she clung to his shoulder. For some reason, he was being more attentive to this particular student.

"All set?" he continued, asking to make sure Sekar was seated properly.

"Yes, Sir," Sekar replied briefly.

Raiden took Sekar's hands and wrapped them around his waist, asking her to hold on tight.

The sports bike then roared off.

Raiden's lips curled into a smile, his heart happy because Sekar was hugging him tightly. He could feel Sekar's chest pressing against his back, reminding him of the intense moments they shared earlier.

He couldn't help but feel a familiar stirring just from recalling that moment.