Bab 1: Chapter 0
Laurenestine strode boldly down the center of the hall, and the men could not take their gazes away from her. She wore a tight-fitting red dress that highlighted her small waist in comparison to her hips, which complemented her smooth skin. Her chest also appeared to be about to pop out due to the dress's tight fit.
Her wavy black hair hung loose, accompanied by a green purse casually dangling from her arm. Her eyes were sultry, and those present couldn't help but admire her figure due to her undeniable beauty. Even if they wanted to approach her, they were out of luck because the attractive young lady seemed to have an attitude.
Their eyes quickly shifted when Laurenestine suddenly bent down. She didn't even bother to cover her ample chest, and their bodies heated up when they caught sight of her rear as she leaned further in front of them. Some were even biting their lips, clearly seeing her thighs.
"Damn, the woman looks great. Let's approach her; maybe we'll get lucky tonight," urged the thin guy.
He had been aroused just by watching the woman because who wouldn't desire her? After all, she was the only woman in the place that night. Little did they know, aside from the waitresses, there was indeed a woman invited to the bachelor's party.
The man's companion strokes the bulging member in his pants. He is hot and bothered, and he does not even look away from Laurenestine. In his mind, he is undressing the young lady, and she bites her lip as he imagines her moaning and writhing in delight as he pounds her from behind.
The two men locked eyes and grinned, knowing she would give in. No one had ever refused them before, as the women they had slept with would say, they were good in bed, especially since their "assets" were impressive.
"Want a threesome? I'm cool with it." The skinny guy said, his voice laced with seduction, a smirk playing on his lips as he toyed with the hem of his t-shirt.
The other man, a bit more muscular, pondered, scratching his chin. He hadn't experienced something like that before, but he thought it might be more exciting.
"Sure, but let me go first. I've been wanting this for a while," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.
The skinny guy just laughed and nodded, scratching his neck like he had just seen a game he was expecting. They both stepped towards the door in unison, their eyes alight with anticipation of what they were about to do.
But their steps abruptly halted as they saw the familiar man approaching Laurenestine. The skinny guy raised an eyebrow, his expression questioning.
"Isn't he the one getting married? Why is he out here?" the skinny guy asked in bewilderment, pinching his nose, a habit he had when confused. His companion was equally confused, his brows furrowed, because in their minds, he should still be inside celebrating.
They had planned a surprise for him to ensure that he was delighted and satisfied before they married. They looked at each other, understanding passing between their eyes.
"Could it be that this woman is part of our gift?" The other guy immediately grasped his meaning and nodded, his hand making a small circle in the air as if illustrating the idea in his mind.
"Too bad, I thought we could get a turn," the skinny guy lamented, scratching his neck, his voice losing its enthusiasm. His companion sighed, looking in the direction of the comfort room as if contemplating a plan.
"Looks like I need to hit the bathroom," he announced and left, his steps quick as if he were chasing something. The skinny guy returned to his spot, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as he pondered his next move.
Laurenestine jumped in surprise as someone placed a cloth over her back. She was about to shout at whoever had so boldly caught her attention when she saw the handsome face of her Professor.
She couldn't help but smile in front of him, pretending to be happy even though inside, she wanted to explode. She never expected that the guy she liked was getting married, and even though she wasn't invited to his party, she found a way to sneak into the venue. Thankfully, she had a male friend who helped her.
"Hello, Prof. Congratulations," she said with a feigned cheerful tone. She wanted to roll her eyes because she had been holding back from confronting the professor's fiancée.
She had liked the guy for two years and was furious because, despite only dating his fiancée for a few months, the professor proposed to her so quickly. Despite her obvious efforts to show that she really liked him, he only paid attention to her regarding academic subjects.
The professor raised an eyebrow, noticing the disdain in her words, but he ignored it and scanned her outfit. No wonder there were hardly any men left inside; it was because of this woman. He had been hearing crude comments from his friends about a woman crashing the party.
His gaze briefly wandered to her exposed cleavage, and because her skin was smooth and fair, her curves were tantalizing. The woman was also shapely, and he couldn't help but notice her round rear. But he was puzzled because he didn't recognize her. He hadn't seen anyone this beautiful at the university where he taught.
"You're not allowed here," he began, his voice carrying an edge of authority.
Laurenestine turned to the professor, her eyes sparkling in the room's light. He didn't ask her to leave, but he wanted to prevent the party from being spoiled solely because of her presence. The men had been staring at her for quite some time and were becoming too much of a distraction.
The woman simply grinned, her lips slightly pouting, her natural eyelashes fluttering. "Are you going to usher me out? I've been waiting for you, Prof. Maybe you could entertain me before I leave?"
Was she just imagining it, or was there a hint of seduction in her voice as she spoke? The professor sighed and adjusted his glasses, trying to remain calm amidst the tense atmosphere. He gave her an uneasy look, his brow slightly furrowing.
"You know, this is a private event. It's best if you leave now," he stated firmly, trying to keep his composure.
As Laurenestine approached, the sound of her heels clicked softly on the smooth floor, the scent of her perfume wafting through the air, further distracting the professor. He couldn't help but notice how her dress clung to her figure, accentuating every curve.
She leaned in and whispered seductively, her breath warm against his ear, "But Prof, I came all this way just to see you." Are you seriously going to send me away so soon?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a small smirk played on her lips.
He sighed before guiding the woman inside, his hand resting on her arm but not gripping tightly. He didn't want to drag her out since she was also a guest. They headed straight to the kitchen because he didn't want the guests to see what was happening. He also had no desire to enjoy himself there; she was just another source of his headache.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, studying her with his arms crossed and leaning slightly against the counter.
She approached the glass table and picked up a plate. There were various wines, dishes, and desserts that hadn't been touched because the guests prioritized indulging in the women they had paid for rather than enjoying real food.
Laurene focused intently on him. She observed his every move, noting that every action seemed significant. She bit her lip, admiring his well-defined body, and each of his breaths sent shivers down her spine. What would it feel like to touch him? Especially when she could feel his warmth through his clothes. The only memory she had of touching the professor was a brief hand contact while passing him a paper, which lasted only a second. She wanted to feel more of him.
"I wonder what it tastes like to lick your skin, Prof. It must be better than the food here," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
She had no shame in saying that; she was no longer the quiet girl she used to be. This was the first day she planned to seduce the professor so that he wouldn't go through with marrying someone else. If she couldn't have him, then no one else could. Her determination showed in her daring and unashamed gaze, which never left his.
She might look desperate, but she didn't care. She wanted him—completely. As long as someone tried to take the professor from her, she would do anything to stop it. She straightened up, accentuating her curves while leaning slightly forward to make sure he noticed.
He paused from getting food and looked at her coldly, his eyes filled with a chill that seemed to suppress the warmth of his feelings. That was his usual expression, but she couldn't understand why he seemed colder in recent months. Maybe it was because he didn't want to pay attention to anyone else since he was getting married, which made her even angrier.
She knew everything about him, including when he went home and where he hung out. It hurt her to see the professor with someone else. Her jaw tightened at the thought, but she kept a playful expression, hiding the intensity of her emotions.
"Your mouth, Miss. Know your boundaries," the professor said, his voice cold and sharp. It seemed his head hurt from her words, and he slightly closed his eyes, trying to hold back his irritation.
She pouted at his response. Was he really not attracted to her? This was just her first step, so she would endure his coldness for now.
The professor placed a plate in front of her and poured red wine into a glass. Even with his cold expression, he had a gentlemanly side, which made her feel giddy.
She didn't really have an appetite, but with such delicious food in front of her, she found it hard to resist.
The professor sipped his wine while she kept her gaze on him as she chewed her food. The food became more enjoyable with dessert in front of her, which she was waiting to eat.
The man glanced at her, and they locked eyes. She smiled at him and took another bite. She leaned on her arm, slightly bowing her head so her cleavage was visible. Her heart soared when his gaze dropped to her chest, and he even choked on the wine he was drinking.
"Are you okay, Prof?" Laurene quickly asked, pretending to be concerned. He was startled by her sudden closeness but said nothing, his eyes showing a mix of surprise and suspicion.
Wine spilled on his shirt, and some even dripped down his chin. She couldn't help but stare at his lips, which were red from the drink. They were slightly parted, glistening with the residue of wine.
A naughty thought crossed her mind, and she approached the professor. With a sly smile, she leaned in and playfully licked his chin to clean the wine from his skin. He stiffened at her touch, his muscles tensing, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he seemed frozen, his eyes widening in shock.
Laurene licked his chin until her tongue reached the edge of his lips. She quickly sucked on it before pulling away, leaving a tingling sensation on his skin. His breath hitched, and he visibly shivered at her boldness.
Laurene sweetly smiled at the professor. "You taste so good, Prof. I mean—the wine, of course."
The professor looked away, his cheeks slightly flushed, and stepped back a few paces. He seemed conflicted, his gaze darting around the room, as if searching for an escape. They were still standing close together, and since she was wearing high heels, she could easily reach his face.
Suddenly, the kitchen door opened, and she decided to sit back down at the table, finishing her food as if nothing had happened. She kept a watchful eye on the professor, noticing his discomfort.
"Laurene, I've been looking for you," said a man who had just arrived. His tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp as he scanned the room. "Dude, they're calling for you inside. It seems your brother needs something," he said, glancing at the professor when he spotted him.
The professor nodded, his expression neutral but tense, and left them there. As soon as he was out of sight, the man stepped closer to Laurene.
"Don't you have something for me to do? What is it? I need to leave soon," he asked, sounding rushed.
Laurene picked up a bottle and placed it on the table. The glass vial glinted under the kitchen lights. "Put this in his drink and send him to the room I rented here," she instructed, her tone showing no hesitation.
It didn't have a name, but the man knew what was inside. His eyes widened slightly as he picked up the bottle, weighing it in his hand. "Are you serious? Aren't you worried about this? He's getting married, Laurene," he said, sounding concerned.
"I don't care, Lugan. I want him, and that's why I'm doing this—to break them up. If you have time to complain, use it somewhere else," she snapped.
The man scratched his head, clearly conflicted, and put the bottle in his pocket. "Just don't involve me if it gets discovered, okay?" he said, making sure to speak almost in a whisper.
"Fine. Just do it. I'll be waiting in the room," she replied impatiently. She leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
She couldn't stop smiling. This was just the beginning, and she wanted to ensure he remembered what she would do next. Her fingertips gently tapped the table, the anticipation of what was ahead making her heart race.
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