NTR: My Apartment Complex

After leaving that decadent bout of carnal indulgence, I returned home with my body feeling quite drained and fatigued. Walking straight into the bathroom, I stripped off my encumbering clothes and bent down to examine my phallus closely. After a relentless series of battles, the veiny object still retained a hint of warmth and the traces of those rapid rounds of intimacy. Thinking back, this phallus truly had to operate at full capacity, fighting continuously without rest for quite some time.

Ding!!!

[ System Notification ]

You have a new mission.

The familiar sound echoed in my mind. I quickly ran a quick bath, dried myself off, and got properly dressed to prepare for my next move.

"Oh, I’ll take on this mission," I muttered under my breath.

[ Mission: Teacher Erin ]

Standing before the system screen, I reached up to stroke my chin in deep contemplation.

I had dropped out of school a long time ago. Prior to that, Teacher Erin had earnestly advised me to return to classes, but at the time I had only replied indifferently that I would consider it. Approaching her right now didn’t seem particularly easy, but thinking about it, now that I had both money and power in my hands, would the goal of conquering Teacher Erin become much smoother?

Although not entirely certain, I decided to step out of the house, heading over to Teacher Erin’s residence on my own.

Arriving at her door, I reached out to ring the bell, but abruptly paused upon realizing it was still daytime; she was undoubtedly busy at school.

Undeterred, I patiently waited until nightfall, waiting until it was pitch black before returning to Teacher Erin’s house and pressing the doorbell once more.

The quiet atmosphere was shattered by the doorbell. The door slowly swung open, revealing Teacher Erin’s delicate face. Upon seeing me standing there, she couldn’t help but look surprised:

"Hugo? Have you thought things through regarding your education?"

I reached up to scratch the back of my head, putting on a remorseful expression as I replied:

"Yes, I’ve thought it through, teacher. Would you mind helping me review my studies?"

The next morning, within the sun-drenched school campus, the atmosphere inside the principal’s office suddenly turned tense.

"Principal? Could you assign another teacher? I honestly don’t think I’m suited to tutor Hugo," Erin frowned, her tone carrying clear refusal.

Sitting in her chair, Principal Yumi curved her lips into a smile. Having previously shared moments of carnal intimacy with me, Yumi thoroughly understood my allure and danger, while also fiercely wanting another chance to meet me. Calmly, she replied:

"Hugo trusted and specifically chose you after all."

Erin felt choked for words, wanting to refuse once more, but before the superior’s decision, she was powerless. Deep down, Erin felt immense apprehension. She knew all too well the look Hugo typically gave her held nothing pure or innocent. If she had to take on private tutoring responsibilities, confined in a space with just the two of them, the situation would undoubtedly become extremely unstable.

Principal Yumi crossed her arms, finalizing the matter with a tone that brooked no argument:

"Let’s settle it like that. You will be responsible for tutoring Hugo for 1 week so he can firm up his knowledge."

As the meeting concluded, Erin dragged her feet back to her desk with a heavy heart and overwhelming anxiety. Passing by a large glass pane reflecting her image, she paused to gaze at herself in the mirror.

Today, Erin wore office attire that was both serious and breathlessly seductive. Her long, slender legs were cleverly concealed within thin, tight-fitting black pantyhose, stepping gracefully in shape-enhancing high heels. The short black skirt hugged the curves of her body, featuring a daring slit riding high up to her thighs, with every step revealing glimpses of smooth skin. Above was a tight turtleneck top that thoroughly accentuated her large, full, heaving breasts to the rhythm of her anxious breathing, while cleverly exposing her seductive bare shoulders. Her delicate face was accented by a pair of slender-rimmed intellectual glasses, creating a look blending intellect with lethal allure.

The quiet atmosphere of that evening blanketed the house when I arrived right on schedule to begin the tutoring session. Even dressed in conservative teacher attire to maintain necessary propriety, Teacher Erin’s ethereal and sharp beauty still radiated an irresistible allure, making it hard for anyone to look away.

Just like that, time slipped by across three shared study sessions.

By the fourth day, due to a packed teaching schedule at school, it wasn’t until 8 PM that a fatigued Teacher Erin finally returned home—right on schedule for my tutoring session. Waiting in anticipation right outside the door, my gaze locked onto her every movement, silently observing the seductive, haughty look of a female teacher who had just endured a long, exhausting workday.

Stepping over to the study desk, thanks to the rapid prior acts of intimacy that had evolved and comprehensively upgraded my body, my brain now operated at an astonishingly fast pace, with all thoughts and reflexes noticeably sharper than ever.

While Erin was hunched over grading or explaining, I quietly stood up, stealthily approaching from behind without making a sound. My hands suddenly shot out, grabbing hold of her large, full breasts. The soft, brimming sensation pressing against my palms instantly brought supreme comfort. The long-awaited memory finally became reality, and the softness of Teacher Erin’s breasts completely exceeded my expectations.

Startled by the sudden assault, Erin jumped in shock, her eyes widening in terror:

"What are you doing, Hugo? Take your hands off right now!"

I smirked arrogantly, ignoring her prohibition as my hands continued to massage her breasts. Meanwhile, my long fingers began pressing firmly, massaging in circles around her hardening nipples through the fabric of her top.

"Ughmm..."

A moan involuntarily escaped Erin’s throat, carrying helplessness and shame. She bit her lip in warning:

"Stop this before things go too far..."

I chuckled lowly, leaning close to her ear to whisper:

"Being close to such a beautiful female teacher, how could anyone possibly restrain themselves."

Because the gripping force from my strong hands was a bit too firm and caused a sharp pain, Erin instinctively closed one eye tight, her body trembling slightly.

"You really are a pervert..." she took a deep breath, using her small hands to try pulling my fingers away from her chest, but all her efforts proved futile against my overwhelming strength.

Growing even more intrigued, I continued squeezing and kneading her large, soft breasts as smoothly as a piece of resilient jelly.

"Aghmm..."

Every time my fingertips intentionally or accidentally brushed past her sensitive nipples through her clothes, the natural reflex of Erin’s body forced her to let out a choked moan.

"Your breasts are large and feel amazing to squeeze... so soft, teacher," I teased, my voice laden with provocation.

"Stop it, Hugo... This is wrong... we can’t..." Erin struggled weakly while trying to use professional morality to stop me.

Yet, my actions didn’t stop there. One hand remained planted on her chest while the other slowly slid downward, stroking along her seductive, long legs. The thin, delicate pantyhose wrapping tightly around every curve made every stroke indescribably smooth and slick.

Knowing full well she was completely outmatched by my physical strength and unable to sway my intentions with words, Erin had no choice but to endure powerlessly. She swallowed her bitterness and bore the painful, aggressive chest squeezes, letting her body sink deeper into my control.

Seeing me suddenly release my grip on her breasts and thighs, a spark of hope for escape flared in her mind, and Erin immediately lunged forward, trying to crawl away quickly toward the front of the desk.

Yet all efforts proved futile. Quicker than lightning, my hands shot out, grabbing hold of her slender waist and yanking her backward into my control.

"Please... spare me, teacher, Hugo," Erin pleaded in panic, her voice choked with fear.

I let out a low chuckle, entirely unmoved. Instantly, I swung my hand down, landing a heavy slap right across her taut buttocks.

"Ughm..."

The powerful strike rang out with a sharp smack, the weight and impact causing Erin’s body to jerk as she let out a moan that was painful yet laden with sensuality.

Without stopping, I proceeded to lift her short office skirt high up, fully exposing her lower half. At that moment, her rounded buttocks were completely enveloped in the thin, translucent pantyhose.

"God, looking at this is so arousing," I whispered, my gaze fixed firmly on the thin fabric, vaguely peering through the tiny panties concealing her split inside.

Without hesitation, I bent completely down, pressing my face directly against the crack of her buttocks, taking a deep breath to fully savor her body scent blending faint sweat with elegant perfume.

"Don’t do this anymore, Hugo... Teacher will call the police to arrest you!" Erin panicked, thrashing and using her final authority to threaten me.

I laughed aloud arrogantly:

"If the police come, everything will already be over and done with. Besides, I have more than enough money and power now to smooth things over smoothly, you don’t need to worry."