Raunchy Rituals {Jiyong&Emilia}
The room was dark and there was only one person in there, a professor Emilia had not spoken to yet. Which was hardly a surprise since the Ixtab kept her distance from most professors. They were soaked in magic and it sickened her, but she was bored, horny and in a mood to stir things up.
Her short skirt left little to the imagination. Black garter belt and overknees hardly to be excused as professional and her white blouse buttoned up but obviously not large enough for her chest. With a sigh she sat down next to the, for now, nameless professor.
“I am so tired of grading papers of idiots.” She said as she sipped from a flask and then offered the (strong) alcoholic beverage to the other.
To say Jiyong wasn’t in shock would be an understatement. He had been minding his own business after all, nose stuck in a very good read, when the sound of someone entering the small office room (that was hardly used by anyone) went unnoticed. It wasn’t unlike him to be caught unaware, but when a female voice he didn’t recognize echoed in the room, he was jumping in his seat, elbow slamming into the table as his eyes wildly made sense of what was going on. A noise between a whimper and a gasp fell from his lips, because damn it hurt to hit his elbow and also because what was this female wearing?
None of it could really be considered clothes, more so correct attire for an academy. “Grading papers?” The surprise was evident on the way his brows knitted together. “You mean, you are a professor?” It didn’t make sense, especially with her current attire. His eyes skimmed over the offered drink warily. “I don’t suppose that’s juice.” An awkward laugh fell from his lips, ended in a breathy exhale. God was he dreaming all of this? There was no way in hell someone would come to work dressed like that.