"Stand."
Max commanded, taking a step back with a cold look in his eyes.
Struggling to breathe and coughing with a flushed face, Instructor May obeyed his command and shakily stood up.
Nothing.
Silence engulfed the room under Max's unreadable gaze that never left Instructor May, causing the latter to squirm.
'To think she was the one giving orders all day.' Recalling Miss May's irrefutable commanding voice towards the Elites, Max felt thrilled.
'Situations are now reversed.'
His shirt was off, and dick out of his pants, pointed straight like a spear.
Uncaring of Sloane's salivating lustful eyes, he leisurely took one step forward and lightly grabbed Instructor May by her chin, directing her eyes into his as he spoke softly.
"... Still not giving up?"
When he saw no intent of submission in her eyes, he sighed, then let go of her chin.
He took one step back and savored her outfit.
She was still in the same corporate wear as earlier. An executive skirt suit.
