The Dark Side of His Mates

Chapter 9

He collected his courage to look back at Professor Garfield, sensing that Professor Garfield's aura was different from usual. As if the man's aura wanted to tell him that the man in his late twenties really wanted him.

He gulped when he saw the man turn to face the blackboard. His sturdy hand unscrewed the cap of the marker and began to scratch the marker ink onto the blackboard in all seriousness.

The man's position successfully tempted Ashley to admire the man's body structure from behind. His eyes began to scan the scene before him at the moment, enjoying Professor Garfield's perfectly draped buttocks under his formal trousers.

He found himself no longer listening to the lecture material. His current position, sitting on a bench near the exit of the classroom, gave him full freedom to enjoy what he was currently seeing without worrying about being caught by other students.

However, enjoying the solid buttocks wrapped under the formal pants could not give him satisfaction. His mind began to imagine what Professor Garfield's p***s would look like if one day he got the chance to see it.

It must be really, really big, Ashley muttered to himself while licking his lower lip. He started to get lost in his imagination of Professor Garfield.

He began to imagine himself having s*x with Professor Garfield. Imagining how Professor Garfield would put his big d**k to his ass and r****h it violently until he screamed both in ecstasy and in pain.

"You better take it, Ashley! You've wanted this for a long time, don't you? Let me give you what you want!"

Then he would imagine himself pretending to evade Professor Garfield's words, letting him treat her like a w***e. At that time, Professor Garfield would not listen to his plea, bouncing his 'super delicious meat' inside him more and more until he could not deny it anymore.

Crap..., Ashley closed the area under his nose, stopping his fantasies that were starting to run wild until he started to feel aroused. He looked down, feeling his p***s, which had started to tense up from his wild fantasies.

"Master?”

Ashley grunted in annoyance as he heard Aiden calling his name in a half-whispered tone.

"What?"

Aiden glanced cautiously at her crotch. "Do you want me to take care of that?"

"Mind your own business," he said curtly, turning his face the other way.

"But it must feel painful for you if I don't take care of it, Master."

As he said that, Aiden began to place his hand on Ashley's right thigh. He had no idea what was going on, but he could feel a strange sensation enveloping him in the area Aiden was touching. Ashley bit his lower lip quickly, restraining himself from making a sighing sound.

"Ngh..."

Damn, Ashley muttered to himself as he realized he was moaning when Aiden's hand started rubbing his right thigh in a strange motion. The more he felt Aiden's hand rubbing his thigh, the stronger his desire to make a sighing sound became, to the point where he had to bite his lower lip to keep others from hearing his moaning sound.

Why could just a small touch make me feel aroused?

"Relax, Master," Aiden whispered near his ear. "Keep your voice down, Master. Do you want everyone here to hear you moan?"

His eyes bulged as soon as he heard Aiden's words. But he found himself unable to move. What Aiden said was true. He definitely didn't want–

He bit his lower lip again, preventing a sigh from escaping his lips once Aiden's hand began to move toward his crotch. His right hand immediately clenched into a tight fist, and he lowered his head.

He wanted to yell at Aiden. He wanted to beat Aiden up right now for what Aiden was doing right now. Aiden's face looked relaxed, as if what was being done to him was no big deal.

Now, all he could do was close his eyes tightly, hoping that this class would end soon. Hoping that he could survive until everyone left the classroom.

"You don't need to focus on the lecture," Aiden whispered near him again. "All you just need to do is focus on the sensation I give you. So, tell me. Are you enjoying it, Master?"

He would be lying if he told Aiden he wasn't enjoying it. And that was the last thing he wanted to admit.

"That's it for today's class."

He breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Professor Garfield's words. He was about to tidy up his stuff when Aiden's hand started moving again. He threw a sharp glare at Aiden, but it turned out that Aiden's attention was instead on the blackboard with his free hand, starting to write the lecture material.

Asshole-urgh!

He buried his face in the desk as Aiden's hand returned to massaging his straining c**k, swallowing hard.

I will be cumming in no time if you keep your hand moving like that, son of a b***h!

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

Aiden leaned closer, speaking to him in a whispered voice but sounding sexy to his ears, creating an amused sensation.

He could have dodged Aiden's offer and punished his slave. But this time, Aiden's whispering voice made him feel strange. Compared to a slave, it felt like Aiden's whispering voice was a demon encouraging him to commit a sin without feeling guilty.

Just hearing Aiden's voice managed to make his body suddenly feel so weak.

"Master? What's your answer, yes or no?"

Urgh...

It seemed he had no other choice but to agree to Aiden's offer. His strength was gone, and he didn't have the energy to even reply to Aiden's offer.

His hand gripped the collar of Aiden's jacket hard, daring him to look at Aiden. He reluctantly nodded his head in response.

And he swore that for a moment, he could see Aiden flash a satisfied smile upon hearing his answer. Before that smile disappeared from Aiden's face, it was replaced by the innocent, sinless face that Aiden always showed.

With that same innocent face, Aiden's hand moved to touch his groin area. In that instant, his eyes widened, strengthening his grip on Aiden's arm. His eyes glared at Aiden.

"What the hell are you doing!?" he whispered with difficulty while trying hard to act casual so as not to attract public attention, especially Professor Garfield.

"Eh? Didn't Master just agree–"

"I... agree," Ashley bit his lower lip before resuming his words. "But not... here..."

"Eh? We won't do it here?"

Instead of immediately understanding what he meant, Aiden responded with perplexity and surprise. The man's face softened once he understood what he meant.

"I understand. Please wait a moment."

Next, Aiden immediately took his hand away from Ashley, clearing all of his belongings as well as Ashley's from the table quickly. Without any trouble at all, Aiden lifted Ashley's body, carrying him out of the room before Professor Garfield left.

All he knew was Professor Garfield's strange look as he peered over Aiden's shoulder. The man didn't say anything, but his strange gaze managed to make Ashley not dare to look at Professor Garfield, hiding his face in Aiden's chest.

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