CHAPTER 186: - THE PROVOST PROPOSAL -*

An office coupled with a grandiose bedroom. From the way it seemed, she lived here.

Halfway taking the details, Max’s eyes switched to the bewitching lady seated behind the only desk in the room.

A curvy, busty figure poured into a white tailored corporate dress that clung to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped just enough to make one imagine how soft those milkers were.

The centre beneath the desk was customized to be open- ,so the slit along her thighs was daringly visible.

’Such thick thighs.’

If Max was somehow the nervous shy type then he would definitely swallow his saliva and quickly try to look away.

’A woman who dresses such wants to be seen as such. And she also reminds me of Aunt Raven, prominent milf but less intimidating and much bewitching.

Aunt Raven is bold and uncaring of what others think, but this is a scheming Queen.’

Summing up the difference between his Aunt and the woman before him, Max watched her type your into the desktop.

’The bastard definitely never slept with her.’

Trying to imagine the fatty principal handling such a woman didn’t feel okay, even if considering that they were couples.

Just as Max’s thoughts wondered, the Provost finally raised her head, pushing the screen away. Her eyes seized every physical detail it could about Max’s appearance.

Ranging from his posture, demeanour, height, handsomeness and... the irregular bulge in his pants.

For a split second, her eyes flashed with a disgusted glint.

But quickly hiding her displeasure though, she composed a casual formal smile.

"Maximus Rider, sit."

She extended her hand to the seat.

"Mmmm" giving a low response, Max took his seat, feigning ignorance to her subtle expression.

"Okay." She took a quick breath and picked up a prepared paper on her desk. Giving it a scan before holding it towards him.

"Take this." She said,

"It’s a list for you to choose what to study from now hence forth. As per regulation, due to becoming an Elite you’re exempted from College Education." letting him digest the influx of information as she stood up.

Realizing the paper was a list of courses already listed by Emma, Max skipped everything. Then raised his head to see the provost’s glorious back view.

She had her back slightly lowered, turning on a coffee machine on the inbuilt one side counter he hadn’t noticed.

Not only was her ass round and a mass of shaky flesh pressed within her dress, her body shape was also perfectly proportioned like that of a celebrity model.

But sadly...

’She’s a Lesbian.’ Max no longer held back this thought. The sight before was too provocating to not covet a feel.

Just then, the Provost turned to him with two coffee cups in her hands, displaying a smile to feign she hadn’t felt his hovering gaze. Even more so hiding her disgust. Which she thought she hid perfectly.

’A coffee for me? Something must be up.’

Seeing his raised brows, the Provost didn’t seem to want to hide the reason behind her gesture.

Holding one cup to him, she sipped the other gracefully while standing.

"Although there are many courses listed there, I guess you’ve already chosen to take on Combat." Saying this, she gently placed down her coffee and sat down.

Whilst Max muttered no audible response but nodded. Following her her gaze which was pinned on him.

Obviously she wanted to discuss something serious.

"Although I am curious as to why you stayed under rader for the past year. I’ll skip.

I want to propose a deal to you."

Directing the conversation, she slowed down the pace as it wanting him to catch up on what she meant.

"Mmmm, what’s the deal?" Max asked, his neutral expression somehow making the Provost doubt if he was still a boy.

To think he didn’t try to subconsciously dissolve her gaze or appeared quite pumped by her revealing cleavage. The Provost entered deep thought.

’Is he the true Heir of the Riders?’

Composing herself a split second later with a subtle smile, she continued.

"You have a superb reaction speed and calm when analysing critical situations. I watched your fight with Kael and it was more than impressive. In short, you’re a genuis and I want to recruit you into the Elite Space Force when you’re done with your third year..."

Finished, she revealed a vague smile as if to be hinting at something.

"Huh? What’s in for me?"

Suspiciously, raising his brows, Max wondered what she was trying to do.

However, the Provost smiled even more.

"Sloane."

She called. Turning the screen of her desktop to face him.

To zero surprise, Max saw the video recording of him with a lady’s thighs in his arms as he pounded her to the elevator walls.

A moment later.

Click!

There was a soft click in the air and the door slowly opened to reveal the lady from earlier.

Her face flushed in embarrassment as she walked in nude. From head to toe.

Click click click!

Standing on six inch heels, Sloane went to stand beside the Provost

Shocked, Max’s pupils contracted slightly in surprise and the receding bulge in his pants quickly rose to fow a tent in his pants.

Smirking at his expression, the Provost smiled at her coffee.

"She didn’t satisfy you? You can fuck her all you want now as long as you sign this contract. An agreement to join the Elite Space Force."

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