The door had barely clicked shut behind the last student when the air in the lecture hall turned electric. Lila stood there in the front row, blouse hanging completely open, her lacy white bra barely containing her heaving tits. Her nipples were stiff peaks pressing against the thin fabric, and her short skirt felt like it was burning against her soaked thighs. The silence was deafening. Just her, Professor Elias Voss, and the heavy weight of everything that had been building since last night.

She didn’t wait for him to speak.

With a slow, defiant smile, Lila shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor....