Chapter 493 - : 493 : I’ll… Do What You Say…!

Chapter 493: Chapter : 493 : I’ll... Do What You Say...!

Aiden looked down at the prostrated Professor Elowen Voss with dark, unsatisfied hunger, his piercing blue eyes slowly tracing every inch of her defeated, voluptuous form — from her messy golden-blonde hair splayed across the floor, to her tear-streaked face pressed against the floor, her massive breasts squished heavily beneath her, and her plump ass raised slightly in the air. He grinned wickedly.

He strolled casually over to her grand oak chair behind the desk and sat down like he owned the office, leaning back comfortably with his legs spread.

Elowen slowly raised her head, tears streaming down her flawless cheeks. Her full red lips were bitten raw and bleeding, teeth clenched so tightly her jaw trembled. Pure anger, frustration, and humiliated hatred burned in her emerald eyes as she glared up at him from the floor.

Aiden laughed, low and mocking. "You look like you haven’t learned your lesson at all, Professor. Still glaring at me with those pretty eyes like you want to kill me. Pathetic."

Elowen’s voice came out hoarse and broken. "Are... Are you satisfied now, you monster...?"

Aiden’s expression darkened with lust. He spread his legs wider and pointed between them. "Come over here and suck my dick, bitch."

Elowen’s eyes widened in absolute horror. She scrambled back slightly on her hands and knees, voice rising into a furious shout. "You—You disgusting, vile, perverted commoner scum! I will NEVER! Even if it kills me, I will never lower myself to sucking your filthy mudblood cock! You can blackmail me, humiliate me, ruin my reputation — but this? This is too far! I’d rather die than become your whore!"

Aiden chuckled darkly, eyes roaming shamelessly over her body as she knelt there trembling. "Oh Elowen... Look at those massive tits heaving with rage. So fucking sexy when you’re angry. But let’s be clear — you don’t have a choice. One message to Vice Chancellor Moonveil and your entire life ends. Your noble house, your position, your precious reputation — gone. All because the haughty Professor Voss hired an assassin against her student... and failed miserably."

He leaned forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Now crawl over here and wrap those pretty red lips around my cock. Or I walk out right now."

Elowen’s body shook with conflicting emotions — rage, fear, shame. She screamed again, voice cracking. "Never! You can’t force me! This is rape, you bastard! I’ll scream! I’ll—"

Aiden cut her off with a cold laugh. "Scream all you want. But when the council get’s involved, Who’s going to believe the disgraced professor over the Vice Chancellor? Crawl. Now."

Tears poured down her face as her pride shattered further. After several long, agonizing moments, the broken noblewoman began to crawl on all fours toward him, her massive breasts swaying heavily beneath her, ass raised. She stopped between his legs, hands trembling as she reached for his belt.

But Aiden stopped her. "Not yet. Beg for it first. Tell me how much the pathetic Professor Voss wants to suck her superior’s cock."

Elowen sobbed, biting her bleeding lip again. "I... I want to suck your cock... Please... let this worthless, big-titted noble bitch serve you..."

Aiden grinned, clearly enjoying every second. "Louder. Describe your body while you beg."

The humiliation dragged on for what felt like an eternity to Elowen. Aiden forced her to repeat degrading phrases over and over — calling herself a "fat-titted failure," a "thick-thighed breeding sow," a "jealous noble whore whose only value was her holes."

Aiden asked Lunara, internally. "Lunara... Will the Wardrobe skill work on her?"

An hot, familiar, seductive purr echoed in his head.

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"Of course, Master~ It will. This bitch is very much weaker than you."

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Aiden grinned and suddenly raised his right hand.

Snap.

"Change."

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[-1000 MP]

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In an instant, Elowen’s elegant professor attire vanished completely — teleported into Aiden’s inventory. Before she could even gasp, a brand-new outfit materialized on her body.

It was an outrageously revealing gothic-lolita doll ensemble. A tight black corset-style top with red lace trim and ribbons pushed her already enormous, heavy breasts upward into an obscene, pillowy cleavage that threatened to spill out entirely with every breath. The corset cinched her narrow waist dramatically while a frilly black-and-red ruffled skirt barely covered the lower curves of her plump, juicy ass. Sheer black thigh-high stockings with heart-shaped garters and bows clung to her thick thighs, and delicate black gloves completed the look. Her golden-blonde hair cascaded wildly around her shoulders, and the outfit accentuated every voluptuous curve — her massive breasts straining violently against the top, wide fertile hips flaring out, and thick thighs looking even more obscene in the revealing attire.

Elowen looked down at herself in pure horror. Her emerald eyes widened, face exploding into a deep crimson blush that spread down her neck and across her massive cleavage. "W-What the—?! You—You perverted bastard! What is this disgusting doll outfit?! My breasts are practically falling out! This skirt is shorter than underwear! I look like a cheap whore’s toy! Change it back right now, you filthy mudblood!"

She frantically tried to cover her enormous tits with her arms, which only made them squeeze together more obscenely. The short ruffled skirt rode up dangerously, flashing the curve of her ass and the fact that she wore nothing underneath.

Aiden laughed loudly, leaning back in her chair. "Fuck, you look even better than I imagined. My sexy little gothic professor doll. Those massive udders look ready to burst out any second. Perfect for teaching classes like this."

Elowen’s voice rose in panicked fury. "You can’t make me walk around campus in this! I have to teach! Students will see me!"

Aiden’s eyes darkened. "Ohh, I can. Believe me. My mother-in-law, can make any evidence disappear. She can spin this however I want. Maybe you’ll ’voluntarily’ wear this cute outfit from now on as a new fashion statement. Or maybe I’ll just tell her you tried to assassinate me. Either way, you lose unless you obey."

Elowen stared at him with wide, defeated eyes, tears flowing freely. The weight of her total helplessness crashed down on her. She had nothing left — no power, no escape, no dignity. Her body trembled in the humiliating gothic doll outfit, massive breasts heaving, thick thighs pressed together.

"I... I have no choice..." she whispered brokenly, voice barely audible. "I’ll... do what you say..."

Aiden grinned triumphantly, looking her up and down with raw hunger. "Good girl. Now get back to sucking my cock, Professor Doll."

Elowen’s trembling hands reached forward on shaking arms, fingers brushing the fabric of Aiden’s pants with a feeling of pure revulsion that made her stomach churn. *How dare this filthy commoner make me do this? Touching a mudblood trash like him... My noble hands should never come anywhere near his disgusting skin... I feel sick just being this close to him. Disgusting. I’d rather swallow poison than let this worthless piece of street trash pollute me.*

She unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers, the metal clinking loudly in the silent office. Aiden’s deep, mocking laughter echoed around them.

"Awww, look at that, Professor. So eager to get your pretty red lips on my cock already. You really are just a cheap whore underneath all that noble pride, aren’t you?"

"Shut your filthy mouth!" she hissed through gritted teeth, cheeks burning crimson even as her stomach twisted with even more revulsion. *Shut up... I hate you. I hate you so much it hurts. Every time I look at you I want to scream. This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had to do. I’m a high noble, not some desperate commoner slut begging for scraps.*

Aiden leaned back in her own grand oak chair, legs spread wider, that knowing smirk spreading across his handsome face as he watched her struggle.

She swallowed hard, the act of getting her hands near his bulge making fresh waves of disgust roll through her. *His pants are so heavy... so full... I can feel the heat radiating off him even through the fabric. Disgusting. How can any man be this smug about his own cock? I bet it’s tiny. All talk, no substance. Pathetic.*

When his pants finally dropped, she stared at the thick black underwear stretched obscenely over his massive bulge. Her emerald eyes widened in shock. The fabric was tenting so hard it looked like he had a massive sausage strapped between his legs.

Aiden’s grin widened into a full predatory smirk. "Pull it down, Professor. All the way. See what you’re about to worship."

Her hands shook violently as she hooked her fingers into the waistband. "I... I hate this... I hate you..." she whispered, voice cracking. With one swift tug the underwear snapped down and his enormous cock sprang free, slapping heavily against her chin with a wet thwac. She yelped cutely, a soft "Eek!" escaping her lips as the warm, heavy weight bounced against her perfect skin.

Elowen stared in pure disbelief. *What... what the hell is this?! This huge... monstrous thing... It’s thicker than my wrist... longer than my arm... Is this what men’s cocks actually look like? It’s... it’s impossible. No way. This can’t be real.*

Aiden chuckled darkly, leaning forward so his cock brushed her flushed cheek. "I know exactly what you’re thinking, you disgusting little slut. No... most men have 3 to 5 inches at most. Mine is too big. Way too big. That’s why you’re about to choke on it."

*Monster cock... you sick, arrogant bastard... Your dick is disgusting... I hate it... I hate you... I hate you so much my blood boils... I should never have to touch this filth... But I have no choice... I have to...* The thoughts raced through her mind in a storm of hatred and forced obedience.

Aiden grabbed her long golden-blonde hair, wrapping it tightly around his fist like a leash. "Start with your hand, Professor. Slowly. I want to feel how soft your little commoner-hating fingers really are."

She whimpered, tears already spilling down her cheeks.

Elowen slowly reached out with both hands, wrapping her small fingers around the thick base. The heat, the girth, the sheer impossible size made her stomach lurch with fresh revulsion. *It’s so big... so heavy... My fingers can barely wrap around it... I can feel every vein pulsing against my palm... How can he be this hard already? He hasn’t even touched me yet and he’s throbbing like a beast... I hate him... I hate him... I wish I could cut it off...*

She stroked slowly at first, trying to take it without any licking, just like she wanted. But Aiden’s voice cut through the silence, dripping with mockery. "Bitch. Lick it. Kiss it first. Before you put that pathetic mouth anywhere near my cock."

Her emerald eyes flashed with hatred. *I hate you... I hate you...* She leaned in and gave the thick shaft a few hesitant, disgusted kisses, her lips barely touching the veiny skin. The salty taste made her gag immediately.

Aiden’s hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the office. Elowen’s head snapped to the side, a red imprint blooming on her porcelain cheek.

"Wrong, bitch," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "Lick it properly. Kiss every inch like you mean it. Or I’ll make you regret this."

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END OF Chapter : 493 : I’LL... DO WHAT YOU SAY...!

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