CHAPTER 302: CHAPTER 302 - HEADMISTRESS ARRIVAL

The chamber fell into stunned silence.

Every professor’s head snapped toward Tianlong, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

"What—" the golem-woman started, her rocky voice grinding to a halt.

Beneath the table, Tianlong’s grip on Sylvea’s pussy hair tightened. He twisted slowly, the green curls wrapping around his fingers as he pulled with just enough force to make her pussy lips stretch obscenely. The tender flesh was already swollen from earlier abuse, and now it burned with fresh pain.

"Mmph—!" Sylvea bit down on her lip hard, trying desperately to suppress the whimper threatening to escape.

Tears welled in her eyes—partly from the pain, partly from the overwhelming humiliation of having her most intimate parts handled like this while she tried to maintain authority. Her vision blurred as moisture gathered on her lashes.

She looked at him through those teary eyes, the expression on her face exactly like a newly wed wife who’d been thoroughly fucked by her husband that morning and was now forced to face others while still feeling every ache, every stretch, every reminder of what he’d done to her body.

The shame burned hotter than arousal.

His fingers played with her pussy hair lazily—twisting, tugging gently, then releasing only to grip again. Each movement sent sharp jolts through her pelvis, making her inner walls clench around nothing.

Then he released her hair completely.

She winced as blood rushed back to the pulled skin, the sudden relief almost as painful as the grip itself. Her pussy throbbed, the lips twitching as fluids continued leaking from her gaping entrance.

"You cannot be serious." The scaled professor’s tail lashed behind her, vertical pupils dilating with anger. "Who even are you?"

"That’s what I’d like to know." The three-eyed elf stood, her third eye glowing faintly with suspicion. "Headmaster, who is this man? Why have you brought him to a faculty council meeting?"

Sylvea opened her mouth to respond—

Tianlong’s finger plunged into her pussy.

Just one. But the angle was perfect, driving knuckle-deep in a single brutal thrust that made her cervix kiss the tip. Her walls, still stretched and loose from being fucked raw earlier, clenched desperately around the invading digit.

"I—nghh—" The word caught in her throat, transforming into a strangled gasp.

His finger curled inside her, rubbing against the textured front wall where her g-spot was swollen and oversensitive. He pumped slowly—dragging his knuckle against that spot with each withdrawal before driving back in.

Her pussy squelched obscenely with each movement, fluids gushing around his finger. The wet sounds were quiet enough that the table concealed them, but she could hear it. Feel it. The humiliating reminder that her body was a dripping mess beneath these elegant robes.

"This is preposterous!" The golem-woman slammed both fists on the table, leaving twin cracks in the wood. "A male cannot become a professor! It violates every protocol—"

"He has no credentials," the wood-being added, bark creaking as she leaned forward. "No documented cultivation level, no teaching experience, no recommendation from established faculty—"

"And Class F?" The mana-professor’s form flickered with agitation. "That class is already a disgrace. Adding an unqualified male would make it a complete mockery—"

"I agree." The scaled woman hissed, tongue flicking out. "Headmaster, surely you cannot support this absurd proposal—"

All eyes turned to Sylvea.

She sat rigid in her throne-like chair, hands gripping the armrests with white-knuckled intensity. Her face was flushed deep red, sweat beading at her temples. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths that made her breasts strain against her robes.

To the professors, she looked angry. Offended by this man’s audacity.

Only Xiang, watching from the side, could see the truth in those glazed green eyes.

Tianlong added a second finger.

SCHLICK—

The wet sound of two digits forcing into her already-stretched pussy made her entire body jerk. Her walls tried to grip him but couldn’t—too loose, too used, still gaping from his cock splitting her open earlier.

"Ah—!" The gasp escaped before she could stop it.

"Headmaster?" The three-eyed professor frowned deeply. "Are you unwell? Should we postpone—"

"I’m f-fine—!" Sylvea forced the words out, voice cracking on the edges. "Continue—"

His fingers scissored inside her, spreading her inner walls wider. Then they curled, both knuckles grinding against her g-spot with brutal precision.

Her pussy clenched violently, more fluids gushing out to soak his hand. The thick mixture of his cum from earlier and her renewed arousal coated his fingers, making them slide effortlessly through her abused passage.

"This is unacceptable." The golem-woman stood, her massive frame casting a shadow across the table. "We need a clear answer. Do you support this man becoming a professor or not?"

Tianlong’s fingers pumped faster, driving knuckle-deep with each thrust. His thumb found her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in merciless circles while his digits fucked her pussy with increasing brutality.

"I—hahh—I support—nghh—" Her words dissolved into broken gasps, struggling to form coherent thoughts while pleasure and pain warred through her system.

"You support what?" The scaled professor’s eyes narrowed. "Speak clearly, Headmaster."

His fingers curled hard, pressing against spots inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. Her inner walls rippled helplessly, trying to milk digits that felt impossibly small compared to what she really craved.

"I support his—ahh—his appointment as—nghh—" She couldn’t finish, mouth trembling as her tongue threatened to loll out.

"This is ridiculous!" The wood-being’s voice cracked like splitting timber. "You’re clearly not in any state to make decisions. We should adjourn—"

"NO!" The word burst from Sylvea’s throat, sharp and desperate.

Every professor froze, staring at their Headmaster who now looked completely unhinged—face flushed crimson, eyes watery and unfocused, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Tianlong added a third finger.

Her pussy stretched impossibly around the invasion, walls burning as three digits forced through her abused entrance. It wasn’t as thick as his cock—not even close—but the angle was different, the stretch reminding her body of being split open and ruined.

"UNGH~!" The moan tore from her throat before she could suppress it.

Silence crashed through the chamber.

Every eye locked onto her, confusion and shock written across their features. The Headmaster—their composed, powerful leader—had just made a sound that was unmistakably...

"What is going on here?" The three-eyed elf’s voice was quiet, dangerous. Her third eye glowed brighter, trying to pierce through illusions or deceptions.

Sylvea’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Her mind was blank—overwhelmed by the sensation of three fingers pumping brutally into her pussy, thumb grinding her clit, the wet squelching sounds she knew they must be starting to hear.

She was going to cum. Right here. In front of her entire faculty council.

The realization sent panic flooding through her, but it only made her pussy clench harder around his invading fingers.

"The truth, Headmaster." The golem-woman’s voice rumbled with authority. "Who is this man to you?"

Tianlong’s fingers drove deeper, curling to hit every sensitive spot simultaneously. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, the pressure intense enough to make her vision white out at the edges.

Her mouth moved without conscious thought, words spilling out in a desperate rush:

"He’s my husband—!"

The chamber exploded with shocked gasps.

"WHAT?!"

"Your HUSBAND?!"

"Since when—"

"That’s impossible—"

But Sylvea couldn’t hear any of it.

Because the moment those words left her lips, Tianlong’s fingers plunged knuckle-deep and twisted hard.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

"AHHHH~!!"

Her scream echoed through the chamber, raw and primal. Her body convulsed violently, back arching as her pussy clamped down on his fingers with crushing intensity.

Fluids gushed out—thick, clear liquid mixed with white cum that had been trapped inside her—spraying around his hand to soak through her robes and pool beneath her on the chair.

Her walls rippled in waves, trying desperately to milk his fingers as the orgasm tore through every nerve ending. Her cervix spasmed, womb clenching as her entire core exploded with sensation.

"Hahh—! Hahh—! Ahh~!" She gasped and moaned openly now, any pretense of dignity shattered as her body betrayed her completely before fell flat with her robe boobs tight big fits falling flat on desk with her lips parted kissing desk gasping hard.

The professors stared in absolute horror and shock.

"Well, well."

Tianlong’s voice cut through the shocked silence like a blade.

He stood slowly, his hand brushing along the back of Sylvea’s robes. His fingers found the buttons holding the elegant garment together—small pearl clasps that ran down her spine.

POP— POP— POP—

One by one, he unhooked them with deliberate casualness, as if undressing the Headmaster in front of her entire faculty council was the most natural thing in the world.

"What are you—" The three-eyed professor started, voice strangled with disbelief.

Tianlong’s hand moved to Sylvea’s green hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands before gripping tight. He pulled upward, forcing her head back as her body lifted from where it had collapsed against the table.

"Ahh—!" She gasped, eyes flying wide as her scalp burned from the sudden yank.

He pulled her completely upright, her back arching as he maintained his grip on her hair like a handle. With his free hand, he peeled the robe from her shoulders—the emerald silk sliding down to reveal pale skin glistening with sweat.

Her massive breasts came into view first—the pale globes marked with red handprints and bite marks from earlier. Her nipples stood erect, still leaking thin streams of milk that ran down her stomach.

"STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!" The golem-woman roared, rocky fists slamming the table hard enough to crack it further.

Tianlong ignored her completely.

He reached down, gripping Sylvea’s hip with one hand while maintaining his hold on her hair. Then he lifted—pulling her ass up off the chair as her upper body bent forward over the table.

With a casual kick, he sent the throne-like chair sliding backward across the floor, clattering against the wall.

Sylvea’s legs dangled, toes barely touching the ground as he positioned her.

Her ass was thrust up high, the thick pale cheeks spread slightly to reveal both holes—her pussy gaping and dripping, her asshole still twitching from being finger-fucked earlier.

The robe pooled around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from behind.

"This is outrageous—!"