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[ yen doesn't mean to, but she laughs anyway, a quiet chuckle that certainly sounds sympathetic. ]

You poor thing. Not like you haven't done much worse where she can't see, though.

At least I'm better at coordinating my schedule.

[ though, admittedly, she'd find it hilarious if kitty walked in on her getting fucked by their professor. ]

Just like how tonight would be the perfect opportunity to have a guest in my dorm room.

You know why that isn't possible.

[ mostly because she has a stack of papers to grade and xavier still hasn't seen fit to lend her a teacher's assistant yet. ]

What are you doing now, in there, all by your lonesome?

It's possible. You're just being boring.

[ always the troublemaker this one. who cares for rules and deadlines? not that she breaks rules for any other reason than the attention. ]

I'm trying to decide who I should call up as a Kitty replacement. If she won't drink out with me tonight, I'm sure someone will. Maybe I'll invite them over. Berto wouldn't waste a second getting here.

So you've said.

[ she nearly points out that illyana can explain to the others why their papers aren't graded if she wants to, but that would open up a scenario that she isn't prepared to introduce to anyone at school yet. ]

Is that really what you want? One of those useless boys you're always going on about to keep you company?

[ better that yen doesn't tell her that considering she'd probably take up the challenge of doing exactly that. ]

Berto might be a horny virgin but I'd probably be able to teach him how to be useful. His tongue isn't too bad.

Mm.

[ she hums, mostly because she can tell exactly what illyana's trying to do here. another rustling noise follows as she turns the page on a paper. ]

"Too bad" isn't what I believed you desperate enough to settle for, Illy.

I'm not desperate. Just slutty.

[ it's a joke, mostly. she enjoys offering up the tease, because she knows yennefer is aware that she won't settle for less. that there's only been one person who hasn't left her bored. ]

I had a nap earlier. Woke up with my panties wet. I'd just hate for that to go to waste.

[ another chuckle, and then: ] Fair enough.

Are you still wearing them now, or did you take them off earlier?

I still have them on.

[ since she's down to just a tank top and the panties. she didn't really have any plans for guests, despite her proclamations, other than wanting a particular one to come over if she can convince her. ]

Helps to let the boys think they're the reason my pussy's wet.

So they're allowed to look but they can't touch.

[ it doesn't surprise her that illyana only teases the boys, keeping them at arm's length; the girl has always been the sort of intimidating that yennefer herself recognizes. ]

What was your dream about?

Relieved?

[ maybe she's keen on trying to make her jealous, to see how much of a possessive side she can bring out from her professor. ]

I was misbehaving in your class. Very normal. You were angry and sat on your desk. You spread your legs in front of everyone and lifted your skirt, showing you had nothing on. My punishment was to get on my knees and that I wasn't allowed to breathe until I made you come five times.

Pleased that you aren't willing to settle for less.

[ because the truth is that she believes that — she could be selfish, and admit that she mostly wants the knowledge that she has illyana all to herself, but she also doesn't enjoy the thought of her with anyone else either. ]

That's quite the punishment. There, on your knees, in front of everyone, with your face smashed against my cunt? Your body must have liked the sound of that if you woke up with your panties soaked through.

I wouldn't.

[ because illyana makes sure to get what she wants and deny anything that she doesn't. with her past, she can't afford doing it any other way. but admittedly, it doesn't make it a bit inconvenient that she knows too well what she wants, which means it's far more annoying when yennefer isn't with her. ]

It's because I could easily imagine the taste of you. Your cunt dripping all over my tongue. The sound of you panting and whining as I sucked hard on your clit. Your fingers tightening into my hair and smothering me to your pussy. It's so easy to paint the picture. Even better with everyone knowing my tongue can draw out those sounds from our dear and proper professor.

Good girl.

[ and it isn't just her showering illyana with praise because she knows her student enjoys it; she truly means the sentiment behind it, which might be telling enough on its own. ]

You know I could make that happen. Not in reality, of course, given the consequences, but I can conjure illusions that look very nearly like the real thing. You could worship your professor's dripping-wet pussy in front of a classroom seemingly packed full of your peers, just like you dreamed of.

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