Chapter 438. Can You Imagine The Most Sexiest Tutor Stripped Right In Front Of Me?

Rex’s massive hands didn’t gently roam, but they seized her. One hand crushed into the side of her breast while the other dug into her hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled her back flush against his hard chest.

He positioned himself between her legs, his thick knees pressing into her thighs, grinding slowly against her crotch through the fabric of her clothing.

"Ngghh..." Elizabeth gritted her teeth. ’This feeling is... new... and exotic.’

"You think you’re so collected," Rex growled into her ear, his breath hot and smelling of ale. "But I can feel your fucking heart racing against my arm."

"You’re terrified of how much you’re going to enjoy this."

His tongue swiped along the shell of her ear, a wet, deliberate lick that made her breath hitch despite herself. "I can feel you getting wet already, Professor..."

"That pure little body is already betraying you."

’Disgusting,’ Elizabeth thought fiercely, her jaw tightening as she stared at the wall. ’This is utterly revolting...’

’To be touched like this by a man who isn’t mine... the sensation is filthy, unrefined, and completely wrong.’ Yet, beneath her disgust, a traitorous warmth was pooling between her thighs.

Her body was reacting to him, the raw, unbridled dominance, the sheer size of him, and the way he spoke to her like she was his plaything, and it was triggering something her refined, educated body had never experienced before.

’It’s just biology,’ she told herself, her fingers curling into fists. ’This reaction is a physiological response to stress and arousal.’

’It doesn’t mean anything.’ But the way her breath was catching at his tongue, the way her skin was tingling where he touched her—it felt like her body was staging a rebellion against her mind.

Rex let out a low, knowing laugh against her ear, sensing her internal struggle. "There it is~!"

"I can feel you shivering. That’s not fear, Elizabeth... that’s your body finally waking up." He ground his knee harder between her legs, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "You’re going to fucking love being ruined like this."

"You’re going to love how much better I feel than that pathetic little simp who ruined his own life trying to impress you."

’He’s right,’ the thought slipped through her mental defenses like a knife through silk. ’Alexander would be gentle, careful... he would treat me like a delicate scholar.’

’But this... this is something primal. Something violent. And my body is responding to it like a starved animal.’

She bit her lip hard, trying to maintain her mask of professional calm even as her hips involuntarily arched toward his knee. ’This is wrong. This is utterly, utterly wrong.’

"That’s it," Rex whispered, sensing her body betraying her. "Give in to it."

"Admit how fucking good it feels to have a real man finally handling you properly."

Rex’s laughter was dark and triumphant as he felt Elizabeth’s body betray her own resolve. He grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her head back sharply to expose the pale line of her throat, while his other hand worked with brutal efficiency.

He didn’t just touch her, but he marked her, his large palm slapping hard against her ass, leaving a bright red welt across her skin.

"Look at you," Rex growled, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "All that education, all that supposedly perfect composure... and you’re already melting for a fucking pervert like me."

"You’re just like the rest of them, Elizabeth..."

"Every woman you think is different, every one you think is too smart for this shit, they all end up the same. Begging for it until they all want to be fucked raw."

He ground his knee harder into her crotch, feeling the growing dampness through her clothes. "You can play the dignified academy tutor all you want, but right now?"

"You’re just another fucking bitch getting what she needs."

"Every strong, calm, ’perfect’ woman has this pathetic need to be taken apart by a real man."

Elizabeth clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

’He’s right,’ she thought bitterly, her mind racing to maintain some semblance of control even as her body betrayed her. ’Every woman... every single one of them.’

’The calm faces, the perfect manners... it’s all just a mask.’

’Beneath it all, we’re all just animals waiting to be broken.’ The thought was degrading and humiliating, and yet as Rex’s fingers dug deeper into her soft flesh, it was undeniably true.

"Fucking hell, you’re fucking pathetic," Rex sneered, leaning his weight against her back to pin her down. "Standing there all poised while your body’s already begging for it."

"You could pretend all you want, but your fucking biology knows the truth..." Rex smirked. "You’re mine now."

Elizabeth’s breath hitched as he worked his hands lower, his touch rough and demanding.

’Disgusting,’ she thought, even as her hips instinctively twitched forward against his knee. ’This is exactly what I feared.’

’That underneath the intelligence, the virtue, the dignity... it’s all just skin and nerves waiting to be conquered.’

"Cry for me, Professor," Rex commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl as he prepared to fully claim her. "Let me hear how perfect you really are when your fucking walls break."

’The walls are already breaking,’ Elizabeth realized with a sickening jolt of honesty as her composure finally fractured. ’And the worst part is... it feels fucking right.’

Rex suddenly released his grip on her, stepping back with a dark, satisfied chuckle that echoed through the small room. He tossed himself back onto the mattress, sprawling his massive frame out and propping himself up on one elbow.

His eyes raked over her with the predatory hunger of a man who knew he’d already won. "Alright, from now on... you’re going to follow orders from the savior of the expedition."

"Strip," he commanded, his voice dropping into a low rumble that brooked no argument. "Take it all off."

"Except for your bra and panties." Rex licks his lips. "I want to see what you’ve been hiding under those fucking scholar robes."

Elizabeth froze, her hands hovering at her sides. A flicker of genuine conflict crossed her face.

’This behavior is... highly inappropriate,’ she thought, her professional mind cataloging the violation of protocol. ’I am his tutor, his superior in the grand academy, and he...’

’...treats me like—’ Her thoughts faltered as her eyes drifted down to where his hand rested near his crotch, then back up to his expectant, mocking face. ’But he is the one who saved us all.’

’He is the one who holds the key to my freedom. And more than that... my body is already aching for whatever comes next.’

’And... it’s all because of that man’s fault that I ended up in this situation, so...’ Elizabeth gulped. ’He deserves to get punished without knowing it.’

"Understood." Elizabeth nodded.

She began to move with agonizing slowness, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the fasteners of her uniform. The fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet like discarded scales.

’Oh god... This is so embarrassing and also humiliating...’ Every movement felt heavy, thick with the strange, shameful tension that had been building since the moment they entered this room. ’First time showing my body... without any protection.’

Rex’s eyes followed every inch of movement, his gaze like a physical weight pressing against her skin. "Oh yeah..."

"Do it faster than that, Elizabeth," he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "You’re making us both wait."

’I should be angry at this kind of situation,’ she reasoned with herself, even as she stepped out of her skirt. ’I should be demanding respect.’

’But how can I demand respect from a man who has already seen me at my most vulnerable?’

’How can I uphold decorum when the very foundation of it, my fiancé, is the one who broke it?’

Finally, she stood before him, stripped down to only her lace-trimmed bra and tight panties. The dim light caught the pale curve of her massive tits as they strained against the fabric, the swell of her hips creating a silhouette that was pure, unadulterated sin.

Her ass was absurdly large, even fully clothed, the small scraps of fabric doing little to hide the sheer scale of her curves.

’Oh god... this is...’ Elizabeth felt shy and started to cover some skin with both of her arms. "Uhm... it’s done..."

She stood there, her legs slightly apart, chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. Her face remained largely composed, but there were subtle signs of her internal war: the flush on her collarbone and the slight tremor in her hands.

Rex let out a slow whistle, his eyes widening. "Phew~!"

"Oh my fucking lustful goddess," he muttered, his voice thick with genuine surprise. "I knew you were well built, but fuck... those tits are fucking massive."

"And that ass? You’ve been hiding all that under those robes this whole time?"

He sat up slightly, leaning forward to get a better view of her. "You’re fucking perfect."

"Every curve, every inch of skin... you’re built for this."