Ah, Professor Clare Ashby...
At first glance, she seems like the most strict and uncompromising person on the planet.
But behind those thick glasses and that tight bun of blonde hair that gives her such a stern look... well...
I don't know if the rain of A+ grades I've been getting in math is her way of thanking me for all the orgasms I've given her during our private lessons at her apartment—or if I actually deserve them.
But one thing's for sure: that woman somehow made me like math more than any teacher ever did.
And no, of course Isabelle doesn't know a thing.
Just like she doesn't know about the eighty-plus girls I've hooked up with, or any of my other escapades.
That woman has always been crazy jealous—but ever since she started enjoying certain things I do, it's like her jealousy multiplied a hundredfold!
If she ever found out that my dick isn't her exclusive property, she'd probably cut my allowance in half and never let me drink her blood again!
Yeah, her blood.
So sweet, so intoxicating... it's like a real aphrodisiac.
No surprise that our first time happened right after one of those weird drinking sessions.
She's always known about my twisted fantasies involving her—even back when I was still a brat—but I don't think it ever really bothered her.
In fact, she probably waited for me to grow old enough so she wouldn't end up in jail for going along with them.
As for why she lets me drink her blood... it might sound weird, but we've never really talked openly about it.
She thinks it's some kind of sick kink of mine, and that it turns me on like crazy... well, she's not wrong.
But hey, I am a vampire, after all.
It's a morning like any other.
My beloved Professor Ashby—so strict in front of her students, so filthy when we're alone—steps into the classroom.
But she's not alone.
There's a girl with her.
A gorgeous girl, lightly tanned, with long platinum-blonde hair and dazzling green eyes that scan us all carefully.
She's wearing basic clothes—a hoodie and leggings—but damn, she's smoking hot.
Even through the thick hoodie, it's obvious she's packing a pair of massive tits.
And those thick, toned thighs? Totally my type.
She must be a gym rat or something.
«Please welcome Brianne Leviantis, your new classmate. I expect all of you to be respectful and make sure our school's reputation remains spotless,» Professor Ashby states firmly.
«So, Ren. You've already locked onto her, haven't you? I can tell by the way you're staring at her with that dumb fish face,» Elaine Everglade —my deskmate—whispers, elbowing me in the ribs.
Elaine Everglade—aka the only girl Isabelle lets me hang around with.
Also the only person I can truly call a friend.
But there's a reason behind my mom's tolerance.
(Yeah, despite everything, she still insists I call her mom. And I'm supposed to be the one with the weird kinks?)
Anyway, according to her, Elaine is 101% lesbian.
That's why she's so lenient.
I have no idea why she thinks that—maybe it's the punk-rock look, the spiked leather jackets, the short green-dyed hair, or her foul-mouthed tomboy attitude?
Yeah, my mom's super old-fashioned.
For her, any girl who doesn't wear skirts or tight pants is automatically a lesbian.
Then again, Elaine's probably the only girl in this school who doesn't want to fuck with me.
So I guess the suspicion's fair.
And it's not like we never had the chance—quite the opposite.
Over the past year, we've ended up in the same bed at least twenty times.
After parties at her place—nights when I was way too drunk to walk home.
(Yes, even vampires get wasted—just takes a hell of a lot more alcohol than for humans.)
And yet, not once did she ever try anything.
Not a single hand wandering.
Not even the faintest hint she wanted more.
And you know what? I actually like that.
It's nice, having a relationship with a human that isn't just about my dick.
Makes me feel almost like a normal guy.
«But I've got a feeling you're out of luck with this one,» Elaine adds under her breath. «You can tell from a mile away she's a goody-two-shoes. Honestly? I'd even bet she's still a virgin. I'm putting ten bucks on you not getting even a tongue kiss in a whole month.»
«You said the same thing when that substitute teacher came in for a week while Ashby was away… and you still owe me ten bucks.»
«O-Okay, I messed up, I admit it… Who the hell would've guessed that behind that nun-like act was hiding such a total slut?! I still remember the pics you sent me that night—of you two messing around in the fast-food bathroom…»
Oh yeah, those photos...
Taking a top-down shot while she was sucking my cock wasn't exactly classy, I know.
But Elaine never would've believed me otherwise.
And of course, I deleted them right after.
I'm not that much of an asshole.
«...But this time's different! I'm so confident I'll double down—twenty bucks says you don't get her lips anywhere near your tongue!»
We lock eyes.
A smirk spreads across my face—that kind of smirk that only means one thing: challenge accepted!