Chapter 5: Take off your shirt
"How do you usually please your ... male friends?" I tried to give her some hints.
"I don't have any male friends I know particularly well." She looked very miserable and innocent.
"Use your imagination." I was actually running out of patience, preferring to be straightforward on both sides than talk to her about something like sexual harassment here.
"Umm..." she tried twisting, "Dance like a tiktoker?"
Gosh, she's actually quite good at this, her ample hips and constantly jiggling huge tits showing off her charms all the time.
Especially as Evelyn was wearing high heels and light-colored stockings, I could already imagine the drama that would ensue if I ripped her pantyhose right off later.
"So why don't I just watch their updated videos instead of watching your poorly executed performance here?"
"I ..." she froze and seemed to finally understand what I meant, "I can offer you my 'services.' "
Okay, she wasn't dumb, seriously; Evelyn was much more brilliant than I thought.
I was predicting how much "cognitive modification" would affect her.
She seemed very innocent and hadn't had much sexual experience, so maybe she was someone I could easily change.
"Tutor, when you put it like that, it's hard for me to understand the service's details." I pulled out my phone and pretended I would contact the school on the phone, "What's the number for reporting at our college? Can you remember, Tutor Evelyn?"
"No, don't call them." She looked very anxious and lunged at me in a flash, trying to take my phone, which I dodged with my height advantage.
"Naughty girl." I pretended to be very angry, and then I held my hand to her, "Give me your phone as punishment for trying to grab something."
She dutifully did as she was told.
I looked down at her phone, which didn't have the recording or camera functions, indicating that she wasn't a discreet and cunning woman. I turned her phone right off, so she had no way to send messages to anyone.
She wouldn't go and sue me for sexual harassment; she wouldn't have proof.
And at this moment, like a seasoned hunter who has taken complete control of the hunting game, I showed my true colors.
"Take off your shirt, the white one," I ordered.
Her slender fingertips traced over her chest in silence, and her eyes closed in resignation.
She slowly undid a button as if that was as far as she would go.
I walked over to the table at the edge of the rooftop, where whoever it was had put a shabby little table with a student chair earlier.
"Walk over here, walk faster."
She coyly walked toward me, and I pointed to the narrow table, gesturing for her to sit there.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to sit at the table; there's no second chair here." I lamented, "I hope you don't mind my rudeness, but the chair is quite important to me."
"No problem." She said.
"Haven't you ever watched porn or had a boyfriend before? Don't be shy." I tried to reassure her, but well, it didn't really qualify as reassurance at all.
"I don't have a boyfriend, NEVER," she said, "I put so much into my studies that men tend to be afraid of being intimately involved with me."
"Even though you're so beautiful and elegant?" This was a bit more than I had expected, to be honest.
I had expected that with a pair of huge breasts like hers, and as beautiful as they were, even if she hadn't had them touched by a man, there were probably a dozen men who had practiced their hand jobs on her pictures.
"I've only recently started practicing wearing heels and make-up too." Evelyn offered an explanation.
"Indeed, you're not quite able to master the rules of heels, but you're well above average in make-up; you're a girl with talent." I expressed my opinion of her taste very bluntly.
She had lips that weren't too thick, but the thickly applied lip gloss made her look sexy. She had a pretty good talent for make-up.
I could already imagine her mouth on my little brother: her beautiful lip gloss rubbing against my loin in one rubbing stroke.
Christ, this was too erotic.
"Let me pretend you're complimenting me." She said.
"No, you're sexy, and they are not appreciating your beauty." I stood up and held her down on the table.
She wasn't very tall, and when her big ass sat on the table, her shoes just reached the floor, and it looked like she was sitting on a swing, swinging from one side to the other.
"No man has ever said that to me before." She froze, seemingly affected by my words.
"You could be braver about showing your beauty?"
"My beauty?" She asked rhetorically, "Like what?"
"Such as your big white bunnies, your sexy summit," I said as I unzipped her white shirt, she looked very uncomfortable but didn't resist my actions.
My fingertips unbuttoned her shirt while her hands were propped up on the table behind her; looking very thin, she was wearing proper underwear inlaid with black lace to protect her large breasts.
"Let me see how you're developing from the perspective of a male viewer." I ran my hands over her lace bra, exposed under her shirt, and tried to help untie her two peaks from their external restraints.
"Look how white they are, how big they are." I unhooked her lace bra, and suddenly, her vast breasts lost all cover, and two substantial white peaks popped out of the barely concealed dress.
"Opus," she cried softly as if the sudden coolness had caused her to shiver gently.
My fingertips gently traced the tops of her two peaks, and her hands tried to push me away, which was a little hard to take for an academic nun of the 21st century like her.
I was confident, though, that she would indulge my skills.
"Don't be shy." I said, "Look how charming they are. It's saying hello to me."
"No, it's too ... much more than that." She said.
"Don't worry," I said forcefully, rejecting her coy pose and keeping her chest up.
I brushed my fingertips over her two little cherries, yes cherries; they were on the pinkish side and looked shy.
"Let me taste these two little ones." I cupped one of the breasts on one side and proceeded to kiss it.
"Ah-" she moaned softly, and I thought she was more comfortable and pleasured than ashamed.
"They're sweet," I commented after a shallow kiss.
"Don't, don't do that ...," her cheeks were flushed, and she looked as if she would faint in the next second.
"It's the most logical thing to do, a man and a woman thing." I said emphatically, "I was just admiring your charm."
Yes, charm, "great" charm.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
FantaSea
FantaSea SOS!
Would anyone be able to tell me if detailed sexual descriptions are forbidden on the WN website?
I wrote too much about that, but I'm afraid that is not suitable to put here.
If it's not, where could I put my chaps?
— New chapter is coming soon — Write a review
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone