<div> Chapter 279: Isabella’s move
 The heavy oak door of the professor’s office clicked shut behind me, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in the quiet room.
 I stood near the entrance, leaning casually against the doorframe. The office was spacious, lined with bookshelves and dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the drawn blinds. And sitting right at the edge of her mahogany desk was Professor Isabella West—or rather, Lilith, the Queen of Succubi.
 She had discarded her jacket, leaving only her tight, sheer white blouse and that dangerously high-slit pencil skirt. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes gleamed with a predatory, seductive hunger.
 "You were such a good student today, Arthur," she purred, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to hum directly into my brain. She crossed her long, pantyhose-clad legs, letting the slit of her skirt fall open to reveal a generous expanse of her creamy thigh. "I always make sure to reward my brightest pupils."
𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 Suddenly, a sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air—heavy, floral, and laced with pure, unadulterated lust. The air in the room grew thick.
 [Ding! Hostile mental influence detected.] [Skill: Ironwill (S-SS) activated. Host’s mind is fully protected against Succubus Charm.]
 Sol’s prompt blinked in the corner of my vision, but I immediately dismissed it. If the Queen of Succubi wanted to play a game of seduction, who was I to refuse? I let my eyes glaze over slightly, relaxing my facial muscles to mimic the vacant, hungry stare of a man completely captivated by her spell.
 "Professor..." I murmured, letting my voice sound breathless and slightly dazed.
 "Call me Isabella," she whispered. She slipped off the desk and began walking toward me, her hips swaying with a hypnotic, exaggerated rhythm. Her heels clicked softly on the floor.
 When she reached me, she didn’t stop. She pressed her body flush against mine, her ample, heavy breasts squishing delightfully against my chest. The heat radiating from her was intense. She looked up at me through her thick lashes, her crimson eyes glowing with dark magic.
 "Does your mind feel fuzzy, Arthur? Does your body ache?" she teased, her hands sliding up my chest to rest on my shoulders. "Don’t fight it. Just surrender to your professor."
 I let out a ragged breath, playing the part perfectly as my hands instinctively rested on her waist. "I... I can’t think straight..."
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 </div> "Good," she purred. "You don’t need to think. You just need to watch... and feel."
 Taking a step back, Isabella began her show. Her fingers trailed up to the top button of her blouse. With agonizing slowness, she popped it open, then the next, and the next. Her eyes never left mine as she parted the fabric, revealing a scandalous, lacy black bra that was entirely inadequate for containing her massive, fleshy mounds. They spilled over the delicate lace, her dark pink nipples pressing hard against the sheer material.
 She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. Then, her hands moved to the zipper of her skirt. With a swift, fluid motion, she slid it down and stepped out of it.
 I couldn’t help but swallow hard. Beneath the skirt, she wore a matching black thong that was practically a string, completely failing to hide the wet, glistening folds of her pussy. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully with her pale, flawless skin.
 "Do you like what you see, my sweet student?" she whispered, closing the distance between us once more. She placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me backward until the back of my knees hit the plush leather couch in the center of the office. She pushed me down into a seated position and immediately straddled my lap.
 "Mmm..." she moaned softly as she settled her weight onto me.
 She began to writhe, lathering her nearly naked body against my clothed one. Her heavy breasts smeared against my chest, the hardened peaks of her nipples scraping tantalizingly through my shirt. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
 But the most agonizing part was her lower half. Isabella intentionally aligned her soaked crotch perfectly with the massive, aching bulge straining against the zipper of my pants. She began to roll her hips in slow, grinding circles.
 "Ahhn..." she whimpered, her voice thick with genuine arousal. Even as an avatar, the succubus queen was highly sensitive. The friction of my hard rock rubbing against her sensitive slit, even through layers of fabric, was making her juices flow freely. I could feel the damp heat seeping into my trousers. "You’re so big, Arthur... so wonderfully hard for me."
 I let out a low groan, my hands sliding up from her waist to firmly grip her thick, plush thighs. I didn’t have to fake my physical reaction; her body was an absolute masterpiece.
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 </div> "Please... Isabella," I rasped, tightening my grip on her flesh.
 "Impatient, aren’t we?" she giggled wickedly. She lifted herself off me just enough to turn around, straddling my lap facing away from me.
 The view was spectacular. Her ass was incredibly plump and perfectly shaped, the thin string of her thong disappearing completely between her bouncy cheeks. She arched her back, sticking her ass out proudly, and began to shake it. The soft flesh jiggled and bounced mesmerizingly, inches from my face.
 She reached down, grabbed my hands, and pulled them forward, placing them squarely onto her bare ass cheeks.
 "Squeeze them," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave. "Take a feel. See how soft your professor is. Spank me, Arthur."
 I didn’t need to be told twice. I abandoned the act of the helpless victim and took the initiative. I dug my fingers deep into her doughy flesh, kneading her ass cheeks with a mix of roughness and reverence. The skin was impossibly smooth, yielding perfectly to my touch.
 "Ah! Yes...!" Isabella gasped, her back arching further as I squeezed her.
 Smack! I brought my hand down hard on her right cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.
 "Hyaah!" she squeaked, a delicious shudder running through her entire body. "More... punish your naughty professor!"
 Smack! Smack!
 I spanked her mercilessly, the sharp sounds echoing off the office walls. With every strike, she ground her soaked pussy harder against my throbbing erection, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained. I pulled her hips flush against mine, bucking upward slightly to drive my clothed dick right into her wet cleft, making her squeal in pure ecstasy.
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 [Isabella’s POV]
 Isabella bit her lip, suppressing a triumphant, wicked smirk as she felt Arthur’s large hands ravaging her body.
 Perfect, she thought, her mind swimming in a haze of lust and superiority. The charm worked flawlessly. His mental defenses crumbled the moment he stepped into my domain.
 She felt him groaning behind her, his grip bruising and possessive, entirely driven by the primal urges she had unlocked within him. He was supposed to be a threat, an anomaly that had altered the prophecy, but right now, he was nothing more than a beast enslaved by her pheromones.
 He’s completely under my control, she mused, her heart racing as Arthur landed another stinging slap on her ass, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. He’s strong, incredibly virile... a perfect specimen. The Ludwig heir is already a mindless slave to my lust.
 A dark, dangerous idea blossomed in her mind. Maybe I shouldn’t just drain him. Maybe I should carve a slave crest into his soul right now. With him as my obedient puppet, manipulating the empire from the inside will be child’s play. Yes... I will make him my permanent, willing dog.
 She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his thick manhood pressing against her, preparing to weave the binding magic into her next kiss.
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 [Arthur’s POV]
 I kept my hands busy, exploring every inch of her phenomenal backside, enjoying the way she melted into my touch. Through my Observer’s Gaze, I could practically see the arrogant, triumphant thoughts swirling in her head. She honestly believed I was under her spell. She thought she had caught me in her web.
 Oh, you foolish demon, I chuckled internally, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss against the curve of her neck, my hands slipping around to cup her heavy breasts from behind. You have no idea who’s really playing who.</div>
 

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Chapter 279: Isabella’s move

Chapter 279: Isabella’s move The heavy oak door of the professor’s office clicked shut behind me, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in the quiet room. I stood near the entrance, leaning casually against the doorframe. The office was spacious, lined with bookshelves and dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the drawn blinds. And sitting right at the edge of her mahogany desk was Professor Isabella West—or rather, Lilith, the Queen of Succubi. She had discarded...

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Chapter 279: Isabella’s move

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