My Life In A Fantasy, Women-Dominated World-Chapter 92: I Cannot Let You Live.

Sheets were snatched, students whining in an annoyingly loud tone that got silenced by a single glance from Mrs Clint.

They shuffled around, picking their bags and their devices before emptying the class one by one.

Nancy stood at the door, waiting for Aaron to leave but Mrs. Clint wasn’t interested in having the platinum haired beauty have a loveable staredown with Aaron, as she hissed, "Does Ms Lopez need special requests that she should vacate the classroom?"

She yelped, surprised and slightly embarrassed about being called out in front of half the class, trying to defend herself, "No I was just–"

Mrs. Clint’s cold lavender eyes fell on Nancy, making her grumble under her breath and leave at the moment’s notice, simply looking at him apologetically.

Though Aaron didn’t feel as if there was any need for her apology, there was nothing she could do about it. But, he indeed felt worried about the future.

He could already feel a slight tension between himself and Mrs Clint, and he knew that she knew that he knew something about her.

Thus, he could only wait patiently as Mrs Clint reached the final row, vacating the classroom one by one until only Aaron and the man behind him remained.

The man behind him had the nerdy look in his eyes, his hair slicked back and a formal uniform-like dress adorning his scrawny figure.

He didn’t even wait for Mrs Clint to come to him as he stood up from his seat with all his stationary neatly packed already.

He offered his marksheet as if he was handing out the most important top secret nuclear launch codes, bidding a warm, "Thank you ma’am," before he scurried out of the class faster than flash! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Now, it was finally just them.

With the close proximity and his much enhanced magical perception, Aaron couldn’t even suppress a boner when he took a small whiff of her overbearing scent.

At this point, calling it scent would be underselling it by a margin, as it was a pure overdose of hormones.

And Aaron was no sage or a super immortal cultivator that was able to suppress such earthly desires.

His little brother pressed against his pants, making an obvious bulge at his crotch region.

But luckily for him, Mrs Clint simply glanced at his reaction and dismissed it easily, her eyes narrowing onto his’. With a hand, she took off her glasses with ease, finally unveiling those lavender pearls of beauty.

Aaron scrunched backwards on the seat at the cold intensity of her gaze, "What do you know, boy?" she said, each syllable dipped into a buckload of power.

And despite his new seemingly heaven defying upgrades, Aaron still wasn’t even near the top of his world. His survival instincts tingled under her strength.

"I... don’t know anything." he managed to say out, trying his best not to stutter or show any weakness.

Mrs Clint scoffed, a laugh rumbling out of her chest and yet her voice sounding incredibly sonorous, "Do you really think I will buy that half-baked excuse, boy?" she smirked, placing her palm on his chin.

Electricity instantly rushed down his body along with blood, goosebumps flared along with the pleasure.

The longer he looked into her eyes, the more they began to deform.

The shape of her pupils slowly began to elongate into a slim string, akin to a serpent or a cat. The sclera began to turn into a darker shade, while the lavender slowly began to become pink.

Her scent suddenly grew even more potent, visibly manifesting in a soft shade of pink and purple as it began to rush down Aaron’s nose.

It cradled him in a protective, warm embrace, covering every part of his skin and slowly and unnoticeably drilling into each of his pores.

Aaron suffered a sudden overload of sensation, feeling tingles all around his body as if someone was tickling him with a soft feather on every part of his body.

Veins popped into his eyes, appearing bloodshot as he writhed in a faint agony and more of pleasure, appearing like a hopeless masochist that was just whipped by the whip of love.

’S-Stop...’ his thoughts became fragmented, his instincts taking over his body as his brain failed to process so much information at once.

With a single command, serenity returned to his body.

All the foreign mana in his system was expelled forcefully as a vibrating, translucent barrier of mana wrapped around him.

When he learnt the Mana Active Channeling, it was written in the description that it gives a high defense against mental attacks, and currently, he was suffering against one of those.

Luckily his instincts were sharpened by Claire enough that he managed to activate the mana without any worry about the amount it would consume, instantly flushing out all the foreign sensations, returning his overworked brain to its usual state.

While Mrs. Clint didn’t even consider the possibility that he could break out of her spell, catching her off guard when she noticed his mana barrier.

"H...How...? Human males are supposed to be the least gifted at magic... How can you form a mana barri..." she trailed off, dots instantly connecting in her brain as she threw her head back, cackling.

"HAHAHA! How am I so stupid?! It was mana perception! This boy knew nothing, and now he knows too much!" she said to herself, pulling her long, luscious purple hair in frustration.

Bloodlust began to leak out of her curvy sexy body, scaring Aaron out of his wits.

He has felt Claire’s bloodlust once and it was nowhere near close to the potency.

When she emitted it, he felt a faint sense of danger that ’yeah, fighting her would be dangerous.’

But in this case...

Mana barrier proved to be of no assistance as the bloodlust was no attack. No magical bullshit. It was the pure strength, the absolute self confidence in herself that oppressed those with a weaker will.

And no matter how much he grew, Aaron still used to be a normal young man living his normal mundane life a couple weeks ago. He was no match for the monster that stood in front of him, emitting her bloodlust with the full intent to kill him to silence him.

"Nothing personal, young man." Mrs Clint sighed, "It was my fault. I never expected a man to have such a magical perception. I had no need to reveal my true origins... but alas... you know too much.

I cannot let you live."