Elion turned on the water.
Mira sighed contentedly, leaning back against Elion's broad chest as his hands began to soap up her body, lingering on her sensitive breasts and the curve of her hips.
His touch quickly ignited fresh waves of arousal, her nipples hardening into tight buds and her core beginning to throb with need.
Elion did not miss the sign of her arousal.
"Oh? Are you aroused already? Aren't you such a perverse little slut." He teased her.
"N-no, but you keep touching me everywhere! You are the perveted one."
Unable to wait any longer, Elion spun Mira around, lifting her effortlessly and pressing her back against the cool tile wall.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust upward with a wet pah, impaling her on his thick shaft.
"Ohhhhh." Mira whimpered.
Water streamed between their joined bodies as Elion began to pump vigorously, his powerful strokes driving deep into Mira's willing flesh.
"Mmmmm..."
Her moans mixed with the sound of running water, creating an erotic symphony that echoed in the enclosed space.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Elion grunted, his grip tightening on her hips as he increased his pace. "Your cunt is still so tight, even after everything."
Mira could only respond with incoherent whimpers and gasps, her mind clouded by pleasure.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, building pressure rapidly in her core.
When Elion's thumb found her clit, rubbing circles in perfect rhythm with his movements, she exploded around him, her walls convulsing violently as ecstasy rippled through her insides.
"AAhhhhhh!"
As Mira's orgasm rippled through her, Elion couldn't hold back much longer.
He gripped her ass tightly, his thrusts growing harsher and more desperate, each one driving him closer to his own climax.
With a final, powerful shove, he spilled his seed inside her again, the hot release triggering yet another shiver of pleasure through her trembling form.
Exhausted but satisfied, they stood there for a moment, their breathing heavy, the warm water washing over them. Elion eventually pulled out, easing Mira's legs from around his waist and helping her rinse off.
After toweling themselves off, they emerged from the bathroom, their skin glowing with health and happiness.
They dressed in their uniforms, sharing lingering kisses as they prepared for morning class.
....
The infirmary door was locked from the inside, muffling the sounds within to anyone passing by in the hallway.
Inside, Beatrice sat sprawled in her chair, one leg propped up on the examination table while the other dangled off the seat.
Her black lace panties were bunched around her knees, exposing her glistening pussy. One hand gripped a thick vibrating dildo, plunging it rhythmically in and out of her slick folds.
"Mmm... oh god..." she moaned softly, trying to suppress the sounds. Her face was flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the sensation. "Yes... yes, Elion..."
The wet squelching sounds filled the room as her pussy stretched around the fake cock. Her other hand squeezed and kneaded her exposed, large breast, finger twirling her hardened nipple.
"Right there... oh fuck!" she gasped, her hips bucking against the toy. But despite her efforts, the climax remained just out of reach.
After several more minutes with no climax, she threw the vibrator to the floor with a frustrated cry. "Damn it! Damn it all!"
She stood abruptly, breathing heavily, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to her usually pristine nurse's uniform. The chair was still soaked with her juices.
Beatrice, still flushed and breathless, muttered to herself as she picked up her discarded vibrator and tossed it aside. "I can't do this anymore," she said aloud, her voice laced with frustration. "I need something more...real. I need a real dick! I need HIS dick!"
Ever since she touched it in his pants the other day, she had been imagining it inside her every day, every time she pleasured herself.
"It has been so long since I've had an actual cock inside me," she realises.
The urges were becoming too much for her.
Gods, she wanted dick so bad.
She wanted nothing more than to grab that young Elion stud and fuck him for hours until he is dry, but unlike amongst students, staff could not engage in such relationships with students and not go unpunished.
"Wait a minute, no one has to find out, right?" Her eyes suddenly brightened with determination.
An excited smile crossed her lips, as if she had just come up with the brightest idea.
"That's it! I'm done playing by their rules!" She laughed—a low, predatory sound. "This damned job can't keep me from what I want. Screw the consequences!"
She quickly adjusted her blouse, tucking her melons back inside and buttoning up, though she left her skirt hiked and panties around her knees. Grabbing her purse, she burst through the infirmary door.
"I'm going to find the ultimate dick!"
Beatrice stormed through the first-year hallways of the academy, her heels clicking against the polished floors with each determined step.
Her mind was made up; she was going to find Elion, no matter what it took. The memory of his cock pressing against her palm days ago had become an obsession, driving her to this point of no return.
Much to her luck, she spotted him near the library entrance, talking with a pair of beautiful girls, including a familiar blue-haired Aria.
A predatory grin spread across her flushed face. Without hesitation, she approached them, her hips swaying seductively.
"Elion," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "We need to talk. Privately."
The trio looked up at her, surprise and confusion evident in their eyes. "Miss Beatrice? What—"
"Shh," she interrupted, placing a finger on his lips. "Not here. Follow me."
Without waiting for his response, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him away, leaving a dumbfounded pair of girls, who could do nothing but stare after them, hands outstretched.
Mira frowned, " I don't like that woman..."
Aria nodded, "For once, I agree with you..."
...
Beatric turned a few corners and headed toward an empty classroom, glancing back to make sure Elion was behind her even though she was still holding his hand.
Once inside, she locked the door and pressed him against it, her body flush against his, much to Elion's shock.
Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. "I've been thinking about you," she confessed breathlessly. "About this." She reached down and boldly cupped his crotch through his pants, squeezing gently.
Elion's breath hitched as he felt her touch. "Miss Beatrice... we shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't?" she interrupted, her eyes darkening with lust. "That's exactly why we need to. I'm so sick of 'shouldn't.' I need you, Elion. I need your cock inside me. Right now."
She pulled away from him just enough to lift her skirt, revealing that she still wasn't wearing her panties properly—the black lace was still bunched around her knees from earlier. Her pussy glistened with her juices.
"See?" she whispered, running a finger through her wet folds. "This is what you do to me. This is what I've been thinking about for weeks."
Okay, Elion grimaced, What the actual fuck!?
He hadn't even used any of his abilities on her...! Had he!?