Chapter 12: Professor Emelia, Can You Take Off Your Jacket?

The entire class burst into laughter while Lucifer just smiled back at Emelia, replying, "No, ma'am, I was just running a little late this morning because I had to help my mom with a couple of things."

"Oh my, you don't say. Well, I suppose being late once isn't so bad... Just try not to make it a habit. Please take a seat so we can resume our lesson," Emelia instructed him sternly, pointing towards an empty chair in the front row.

Lucifer walked over to it and sat down, staring at Emelia's huge bosom while she resumed lecturing the students.

He began imagining her wearing nothing but black lingerie, lying on top of a king-sized bed while beckoning him towards her with one finger.

'Damn.... I can't believe that I am already lusting after another woman.' Lucifer exclaimed, feeling it was strange since he was always loyal to his girlfriend before.

Suddenly, his fantasy was interrupted by a sharp voice yelling, "Mr. Reynolds!"

He blinked and snapped out of it, looking up to find Emelia glaring at him intensely.

"Is there something you wish to ask me about the topic?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"No, ma'am," he answered.

"Looking at your confused face, you weren't paying attention, were you? Come to my office after class and you can explain yourself," Emelia added in a commanding tone as she continued teaching her lesson.

'This seems troublesome...' Sighing softly, Lucifer focused on the lecture.

The rest of the hour passed by without incident, although Lucifer noticed that whenever Emelia glanced in his direction, her gaze lingered longer than normal, almost as if she were scrutinizing his every movement.

Afterwards, when everyone else had cleared out, Lucifer followed Emelia to her private office.

Emelia paused, thinking over his proposal, then gave him a nod, "Well, a quick shoulder rub certainly couldn't hurt..."

"Alright then! Here, just sit back and relax," Lucifer said as he moved behind the chair, placing his hands on Emelia's shoulders but stopping when he felt her suit jacket underneath his fingers.

"Professor Emelia, can you take off your jacket first, so I can massage you better?"

Emelia hesitated before replying, "Uhm.. ok. If it will help me feel less stiff."

She removed her jacket, and Lucifer couldn't help staring at her large, round breasts, pressing against the fabric of her shirt, threatening to break free. They were enormous and filled with life and vigor, just the kind that he liked.

'Haah... I didn't think I would go after another woman again behind my girlfriend's back.

But I guess it's just as mom said, "Follow the law of nature, which has been created by God to create humans, and that law says to spread the seed and bear fruit." So, I'm just following the law that God created...'

As soon as he thought that, Lucifer's hands started working Emelia's shoulders expertly, loosening up the knots of tension in her muscles and soothing away aches.

Emelia couldn't help but let out small sighs of relief as she felt herself relaxing under his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's focus wasn't entirely on massaging his teacher's shoulders. He noticed that her neck was quite exposed at this angle, allowing him to see down the front of her shirt.

He found himself staring at her generous cleavage, mesmerized by the sight of her massive tits held back by her white bra.

'Oh yeah, she's really busty. Those big boobs look very tempting.'

Lucifer wondered why Emelia would wear such tight clothing if she didn't want men ogling her. Maybe she was just oblivious to the effect that she had on others. Whatever the reason, she sure didn't seem to mind now.