Chapter 439: 439. It’s All Pink, Massive, Plump, And Everything You Could Get For A Women

’I am a... tutor in the grand academy,’ Elizabeth reminded herself, though her mind was beginning to haze at the sheer, raw heat in his gaze.

’I am a woman of reason and intellect.’ But her body felt heavy, charged with a strange, new electricity. ’And I hate that he’s right... This is what I was made for.’

"Do you like what you see, Rex?" she asked, her voice remarkably steady despite the way her nipples hardened beneath the lace. "I hope you don’t mind... an older woman like me."

"Nah, shush, I love it," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "And now I’m going to show you exactly how much I love it."

"Get over here." Rex said while making gestures for her to come close.

"U-Uhmmm... let me have some breath first," Elizabeth said, feeling all shy and a little disgusted because her mind conflicted with her body right now. ’Urgh... why does it feel heavy all of the sudden?’

’If I step closer, that means... I can’t go back...? N-no... this is for the future of Aethelgard and mine as well so that my mother isn’t pissed about the key.’

’Rex would manage it, yeah... I trust him in this situation, and I do hope he can help us all...!’

Rex let out a low, menacing chuckle as he reclined back against the pillows, propping himself up on one elbow. He gestured toward the space between his legs.

"Stop wasting time and come here, Professor," Rex pointed front. "Stand right there in front of me."

"Hands behind your head, fingers interlaced. I want to see every inch of what you’re hiding."

Elizabeth hesitated, her breath hitching in the quiet room. Her palms were damp with sweat, a fine sheen coating her collarbone.

’This is degrading,’ she thought, her academic mind trying to rationalize the position.

’Standing exposed like this, submitting to his gaze... it’s completely improper.’ Yet, as she stepped forward, her hips swayed unconsciously.

The shame was there, but underneath it was a burgeoning, terrifying thrill at being objectified by him.

She obeyed, her fingers trembling slightly as she interlaced them over her head. The position arched her back, thrusting her massive chest forward and accentuating the impressive swell of her ass.

Rex’s eyes raked over her with unapologetic lust. "Good shit indeed~!"

"And fuck... I knew you were stacked, but this is obscene," he growled.

His gaze fixed on the way her bra strained against her breasts, the lace digging into her pale skin, the fabric pulled taut over her massive, heavy tits. "How the fuck did you even find that shit?"

"Where do you even shop for something that’s supposed to contain that?"

Elizabeth took a shallow breath, her violet eyes meeting his. "Uhmmm..."

"They are custom-made," she said, her voice steady despite the way her body was betraying her. "I am an H cup..."

"This is the only way to... contain them properly."

Rex stared at her for a moment before throwing his head back in a loud, mocking laugh. He slapped his forehead with his palm, shaking his head in disbelief.

"H cup!? Are you fucking kidding me?!" He turned his head toward the door as if Alexander could somehow hear him. "Can you imagine?"

"That pathetic little fucker must masturbate to these every night and then shit his pants at the thought of touching them." Rex laughed even more. "He probably needs a fucking manual just to figure out how to be with a woman."

’He’s right,’ Elizabeth thought as she listened to Rex dismantle her dignity with every word. ’Alexander... he’s always been so delicate with me... being so careful...’

’He treats me like porcelain... like I’m something that might break if he’s not gentle.’ The thought sent a strange, traitorous warmth between her legs. ’And Rex... judging by how he acts right now... this man would break me.’

’And God help me, I think I want him to... for research...’

"Look at you," Rex taunted, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone as he watched her chest heave with her breaths. "Standing there like a fucking statue while your body’s practically begging for it."

"Those panties are soaked, aren’t they? I can smell you from here."

Elizabeth’s composure fractured for a split second as she felt a hot flush creep up her neck. She bit her lip hard, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Don’t lie to me, Professor," Rex smirked, his hand moving to the waistband of his pants. "We’re past that!"

"Now, drop your panties!"

"Let’s see exactly what Alexander’s been too scared to touch."

"U-Understood..."

’There’s no backing down now...’

Elizabeth’s fingers trembled as she reached for the thin lace of her panties. Every movement felt agonizingly slow, her muscles working against her will as she hooked her thumbs into the sides and dragged the fabric down her thighs.

The air in the room felt suddenly colder against her bare skin, making her breath hitch. "Nhhh..."

As the fabric slid past her hips, the dim lantern light caught the unmistakable sheen of moisture. Rex leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with sudden intensity.

He stared at the dark, wet patches on the pale lace as it pooled at her feet, exposing her untouched, pink cunt to his unfiltered gaze.

"No fucking way," Rex breathed, his voice thick with disbelief. He threw his head back and let out a booming laugh that shook the walls of the inn. "Would you take a good look at that~?"

"Look at how fucking pink and pristine you are right there, like holy shit... I know that you’re a virgin, but fucking hell... you really are as untouched as you claimed."

"For a woman that has the same age as you... I expected some little disappointment, but this just blew all my expectations about you."

Elizabeth’s face burned with a deep, burning flush that crept up from her chest to her cheeks, yet she kept her chin level, her gaze steady. "Stop saying that embarrassing thing..."

"As I said, I have been waiting for the appropriate time," she said, her voice remarkably level despite the blush.

"Appropriate time? Fuck that," Rex sneered, his laughter turning into mock pity. "Alexander’s been such a fucking coward."

"He’s probably been jerking off to you like a schoolboy while you’re standing there like some fucking saint, waiting for some wedding night that’ll never fucking come." He barked another laugh, shaking his head. "He’s terrified of you."

"He’s been terrified of this whole time, hasn’t he?"

"His wife’s a fucking goddamn woman with perfect assets, and he’s too weak to even make the first move and touch her."

’He’s right,’ Elizabeth thought, her mind working through the degradation with disturbing clarity. ’Alexander would have approached me with hesitation, with respect, with... caution.’

’As if I were something that might shatter...’

’He wouldn’t even know where to start.’ The realization stung, mostly because it was true. She had felt his reluctance in every touch, every kiss.

"You’re a fucking joke, Elizabeth," Rex continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "And your fiancé?’

’He’s a FUCKING joke too. Oh my fucking lust, I can’t believe you let that pathetic little pussy drag you around for this long."

"I did not drag him anywhere," Elizabeth replied calmly, her violet eyes meeting his. "He chose to follow..."

"He chose to be..." She paused, searching for the word. "...ineffectual."

Rex threw his head back again, laughing harder. "Ineffectual! That’s fucking gold, ahahaha!"

"You’re so goddamn dignified even when you’re standing here naked as a bitch, soaking wet because of me." He leaned forward, his massive shadow swallowing her whole. "But look at you now."

"The great, wise Professor... is standing here completely exposed," Rex grinned. "And we both know you’re not going to walk away from this... Not after what’s about to come from me."

’Ugh... He’s always right,’ the thought surfaced again, humiliating and undeniable. ’My body is already reacting...’

’I can feel the weight of my own arousal, the pulsing between my thighs...’

’This is what I’ve been missing. This... raw, unapologetic masculinity...’

’Every day... I never get a chance to feel and even study it because of how busy I am with lots of research...’

"Well?" Rex grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "What are you waiting for, Professor?"

"You wanted me to teach you something new? Then here’s your first lesson: fucking reality check."

Rex remained reclined against the pillows, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light in the room. He gestured with a lazy flick of his wrist toward Elizabeth’s head.

"Hands up again, Professor. Interlace your fingers behind your hair. I want you wide open."

Elizabeth stiffly complied, her arms rising above her head. The position forced her chest forward, the weight of her massive tits making her back arch slightly. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her breath coming in shallow, unevenly patterned breaths that betrayed the calm she projected.

"Good girl," Rex purred.

He reached out, his thick, calloused fingers finding the swollen, pink lips of her untouched cunt. He didn’t just touch her, but he began to caress the entrance with practiced, brutal precision.

"Nhhh..." Elizabeth tried so hard not to moan.

"What a fucking disappointment... I mean, just look at this... it’s so untouched, and... fuck, I use this word a lot because it’s true of how pristine it is," Rex chuckled. "And all because that little boy Alexander was too..."

"...fucking terrified to do his job."