SSS Ranked Taboo Student-Chapter 258: New Proposal

'Are you kidding me?'

Max halted in his steps as he entered the Provost's office. His usually composed look fractured at the sight before him.

First, the Provost's office had been fully transformed from what he previously knew to a wonder palace. Pink, red curtains weaved across the room, supposedly an office. Dark with no LED lighting, several candles flickered on, aligned to form a path, then gradually extended to create a big flower pattern.

At the centre of the firelights, a big wide bed could be seen. Petals scattered over it alongside small pillows. It was like a king's chamber used in servicing his wives and concubines.

Without a word, Sloane bowed and retreated silently.

Now it was just Max in the room, or so he thought before a figure pushed through one of the curtains. Skin glistening, obvious that it had been oiled, the Provost revealed herself. She was wearing the same black short gown as earlier. Her voluptuous curves sharply exhibited. The two massive mounds on her chest were held firmly and tight in the dress but revealed a tasty view of her cleavage.

For a moment, Max was lost in her visage. Seeing this, the Provost revealed a teasing smile. A rush of pride filled every fibre of her being once more.

'How charming. Not even you can resist,' the Provost thought.

The room was enveloped in surreal silence, the atmosphere thick with foreboding tension.

"You asked for me."

Although his destroyer had awakened and was in full throttle, raring to go on a rampage, Max managed to subdue the overwhelming lust and spoke calmly, surprising the Provost.

'Hmmm, he isn't salivating like a dog in heat yet? Seems like I underestimated him.'

Her smile never ceased, making it impossible to notice the observing glint in her eyes.

"Oh, pardon my indulgence, I didn't plan to let you see this," she said, but took seductive steps towards him while adding— "So… I've been thinking about your proposal, and I have to admit… I'm tempted."

Her sultry voice lingered in the air, her face just a palm away. They were of equal height so Max met her eyes unfazed and undaunted. The Provost placed her right hand on his shoulder and leaned closer so her massive melons could press against him.

Feeling the rising heat of his brother, Max subtly inhaled and responded.

"I'm sorry, but that proposal no longer holds." Max shook his head with a wry smile, noting the surprise in the Provost's eyes.

She subtly massaged his shoulder, pressing more of her massive bosom onto him, then said— "My, I thought I had all the time to decide."

Her teasing smile turned curious; her thoughts surfaced for a moment. 'How daring. Is he trying to act tough now?' Amused, the Provost began rubbing his chest.

"Well, that would have been the case if you hadn't seen my cock in action. I mean… who knows what you're thinking right now."

Suddenly, the aura around Max changed the moment he spoke these words, his tone cunningly arrogant and possessive. His gaze tore its modest facade and brazenly trailed her lips down to her bosom.

Max didn't dare hold back. Usually, he would play passive and let things happen as they should. But the Provost was the kind of woman that sparked his need to subjugate. She always looked carefree, like everything was under her control—beneath her seduction, perhaps.

From the first time he saw her, Max felt the primal need to claim her, make her his personal bitch. More than a one-time fling or fuck bodies, he wanted her to drop the act of being in control and submit to him in the most carnal way possible.

But the problem was, the Provost was simply too smart to play into his hands, and he didn't have any advantage against her. She was used to things going as she willed. Why would she give up on that to become the prey instead?

To conquer the Provost, Max had to play his cards right and show his true strength. After all, this was going to be a Hunter vs. Hunter play.

Stunned by the sudden switch in Max's temperament, a playful smile coiled up the Provost's face.

"My, you sure did put up a good show, didn't you?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

'So he knew…'

Contrary to her words, the Provost's assessment of Max increased to a whole new level.

"I know—" Max smirked, placing his thumb on her chin as he stared into her pupils. "—I also know you've been stuffing a lot of toys down there thinking about me. You know, you could have just asked; I wouldn't mind being handy in such ways."

Parting her lips with his thumb, Max inched closer.

"My, just how much have I let on?" The Provost's expression fractured; Max wasn't wrong. "Alright, I admit you won this. What is your new proposal then?" she uttered softly, eyes locked with his, their lips just two inches away.

The atmosphere in the room peaked.

"What a hassle. If you want me to fuck you badly, then you'll have to be my personal… whore."

The Provost's lashes trembled slightly, leaving Max unable to read her emotions. 3 seconds, 5, 10…

'Shit, did I play my card wrong?'

Just before Max concluded that he played the wrong card, a sly smile broke on the Provost. 'Damn it. She played me by delaying her response.'

"Your personal whore, huh? I commend your guts… but that depends. Can you make me long for what you have here?"

As she said this, her left hand traced the big bulge in his pants and grabbed the outline of his monstrosity.

"Hmmm—" Exhaling at the feel of it, the Provost smirked.

"Such big words from someone who fucks herself with a dildo at a video of me fucking her assistant. How much have you longed for this moment?"

"Hmmmm—"

Max barely completed these words before he and the Provost progressed to devour each other.