My Yuri Harem 41 Winner: Amaan

The threat that the Professor Amaan had spat out about herself did not seem braggadocios. It seemed genuine, and I didn't want to p.i.s.s off another human being. But if it all was a bluff, then I could turn around and go home safely. I was smart enough to know when an axe was going to land on my foot. The past really had carved me into a smarter individual.

I walked back to the lobby not out of fear, but out of curiosity. I thought if I develop friendly relations with her, she could be a strong ally. Who knew all of it would end in a clobbering?

The maid who led me disappeared after making me stay in the lobby. I knew it was my second time looking at my eerie surroundings, nonetheless, it blew me away. The engraved textures of mahogany that surrounded the fireplace were beautiful. It gave an aura of the owner's personality. An unstable fire lit under the beauty that surrounded it. I chuckled myself at the ridiculous deductions that my brain was making before scanning the whole place once again. Whatever the professor wanted to say, I had to hear it and abide by it. I don't think a sane man would be able to justify the infliction of harm on another human just because I fl.u.s.tered and ran away. Positivity would get me through this trench.

I was facing a brightly lit bar with a slew of alcohol. It looked like an open chest of jewels. The glimmering lights reflected off the clear gla.s.s bottles and steel canisters that populated the entire area. There were few stools in front that seemed rather basic for the aesthetics.

I walked around the sofas that were in front of fireplace and started examining the field a little more. Ignoring the staircase that stood right in between the vast lobby, I saw a dining table, not lit at all. There were no lights turned on, making the whole surrounding area seem like an abandoned alley. Worse, it was reminiscent to the end of an alleyway, that ended sanity and humanity. Was this another metaphor to Amaan's personality? What could this dark room with a gla.s.s table in the middle could say?

The world of mine comprises of darkness all around, but please share a meal despite of it.

OR

If you thought the notion of satisfaction was welcome here, it is not. What you'd find would be nothing more than a void!

I thought about both of my notions for a long time. The complete lack of speech was only complimented to the wild fire that danced in its own grave.

Was I reading too much into it, I wondered.

The claim of her authority was yet to be proven, so why was I able to derive such fictional notions about her? had I already set her up on a pedestal and was looking down on myself? Well, that is stupid. Why would anyone fall in her/his eyes just because the individual in front posed G.o.dlike?

I was locked in a mental battle that had no point to exist when I felt a soft tap on my right shoulder. The touch planted a s.h.i.+ver in my spine that ran from my pelvis to my brain, vibrating the whole body in process. I took a quick step back and turned around if a monster had come to eat me alive. But a turn that quick made me ram my waist in the gla.s.s table, knocking my wind out momentarily.

"Master is waiting for you in her bedroom." The maid, who had come to fetch me to the professor's quarters, barked out the order dryly. The inconsiderate human didn't even flinch when I a.s.saulted myself with the table. She wanted me nod to her statement while I was crumbling on the ground.

I took a second to fill my lungs with air and followed the maid. We went under the stairs, turned right, and stopped in front of a giant white door. The maid knocked three times successively on the door before she got the confirmation to open the door. She pushed the doors inside and provided me the opportunity to lay my eyes on lingerie clad Amaan once again.

She was sitting on a round table with her back against the wall and a laptop in her lap. The maid stepped aside and made an opening for me to enter. I took couple of steps inside before the maid closed the giant door behind me. It was just me and her.

"Sit," she said and I obliged.

Still no sign of hostility.

"Madonna House, do you know what I am doing right now?"

I shook my head. She saw that from the corner of her eyes and continued.

"I am logged into the master admin account of our university. I can access any student's, professor's or staff's profile with this. Not to brag, but I can also change particulars and grades with this too."

I gulped. I could not see her screen, but she was scrolling through something with utmost concentration.

"Shouldn't this function be in hands of dean or something?," I couldn't help but open my mouth.

"Let's just say that I have relieved the dean of his duties. All that slug does is make rounds and eat pasta in his d.a.m.n office. Hold on, I'm already there. Mhhhm. Mhhhm. Ah, found it."

She looked up with a smile and turned the laptop screen around for me to look. I hesitated to move my gaze from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s-I mean, her eyes but I finally moved my eyes downward. It was a student profile. Female. Not really enrolled after high school. Currently employed and yet, studying full time. Personal Comment- I hope I don't waste my time.

NAME: MADONNA HOUSE

AGE: 27 YRS

BLOOD TYPE: O-

I had to say it, I was very much afraid of this person who sat not five feet away from me. She proved her point. With simple clicks on her computer, she demonstrated the power she held in her hands.

I looked up to her and uttered a weak "HOW?"

"I said I had my roots in the system. I am the safest individual in this part of planet. And I choose people who deal with. Madonna, you, are the chosen one."

I felt like she was coercing me to join a cult. I would have happily obliged if I was also not the human being who deal in human lives.

I have to play this one carefully.

Amaan turned the laptop to face her way and after a couple of clicks, showed me my new grade. 73%.

I sighed heavily because my hustle had paid off. I had worked hard on pointless a.s.signments to get my 73. Now, it had paid off.

…And yet, I felt heavy. The stress on my mind had only increased. The heart didn't beat with pomp and joy, but it shook with nervousness and fear.

Amaan put her laptop away and laid down on the bed. she stretched her long limbs and purred like a cat, rubbing her eyes and nose with her palms. She looked cute.

I was still shocked at her ability to change the inst.i.tution's rules without being an authoritative figure. I thought to myself if she'd tell me how she got that power.

"Won't the people at the university question you about b.u.mping my grade?"

"Don't worry about that. there would be no questions posed at you or me. Worry about how you'd pay me for the disrespect you caused earlier."

I was hoping to keep her away from that thought process, but it didn't go as well as planned. I gritted my teeth while she smirked without looking at me.

"What would you like, professor?"

"Let's see. You have seen how I live. You have also seen the amount of people I talk to. I have it all. I really do. But I do lack the skills of communication. Maybe I am wrong. I come from a nation where people are reclusive. I always thought this was how it was supposed to be, but I clearly didn't have wide horizons in my past. I always feel like I am missing something…"

"You're missing a friend," I interrupted Amaan and let out my thoughts. The way she solemnly expressed her feelings of loneliness made me sad for her. I had heard a bit about her background, but I never thought she'd be that much of a hermit.

"Amaan, if you'd like, I would love to be your friend."

She turned to a side and looked into my eyes. Then, without any expressions, she spoke, "Would you really? You know friends talk, right? They tell secrets, have fun times, and all those things. Are you up for a commitment?"

"Yes. Yes! I'd love to be your friend."

Suddenly the mood was jovial. The heavy anvil of nervousness dropped on the ground and I felt like I had already pa.s.sed one hurdle. It wont be long until I become good friends with her, and be in her safe network.

"Thanks, Madonna. It means a lot to me. You should know that I am a person of taste and culture. But I can also be rather impulsive and stubborn. If you can stick with me while I am in dirt, I'd always remember to pay your friends.h.i.+p back."

Amaan stretched her hand in my direction. This was it. It was my chance to stick with her and be on her side. Slowly and steadily she'd reveal the extent of her influence, and this can bear fruit for me and Blessing in the future.

I slipped my palm in her open hand. My fingers touched each one of hers before locking them in a handshake. A pact was formed between us, I could see it in her eyes. Those eyes were s.h.i.+ning, like big rubies or emeralds. And maybe, just maybe, I had found my golden duck.

In a quick motion, Amaan pulled me in her direction and narrowed the distance between us. And just like an impulse, I closed my eyes before our lips touched. We kissed. And it felt beautiful.

Our lips locked with each other. Amaan was in the lead, and I could only follow up to her aggression. She was caressing, touching, biting my lips, and all I was trying to do is make her discover more places to do so. All of my blood gushed in my ears, cheeks and nipples. I had become warm with pleasure.

We separated from each other but a string of saliva still bridged between us. As the distance slowly increased, the connection with our fluids was lost, and the one with our vision was made.

We were inches apart from each other. I could feel her breath on my face and chin. And I was breathing pretty heavily myself. It was a very charged moment for me, which short circuited my brain and I completely forgot my promise with Blessing.

We were still in the process of gathering each other when something moved in me and I bent in front, hoping to land my lips on hers. This time, Amaan retracted herself from the equation. She stood up and started walking in small steps.

What was going on? Was it l.u.s.t that made me go for a second kiss? Was it respect? Fear? Or, was it Greed?

"It is all too new for me. I am sorry I did that. that was completely unprofessional." Amaan was rambling on for a hot minute before I ran over to her and calmed her down.

"Hey, look at me," I said," Listen, it happens. Your instincts and impulses made you do it. Don't sweat it."

Amaan took a deep breath before nodding with me. I tried to calm her down for another ten minutes. She finally came back to her senses and made me promise that I'd visit her again. I nodded and said that I looked forward to it. We cracked a couple of jokes to elevate the mood and finally said bye for the night.

I reached Pokhra two and a half hours early than I intended. All the while it was the kiss, me and Amaan shared, on my mind. The way her smooth lips felt soft on touch. The way her breath got a little bit heavy when she pulled herself from second kiss. The banter that we shared about her confusing s.e.xual ident.i.ty. It was all the moments that I had shared with a friend of mine. It was like past was caressing me once again.

Now I had two women on my mind, both of them whom I had kissed. Both of them had something special in their kisses.

With my mind numb to present, I knocked on the door. I couldn't find a rational explanation to my imagination, but I desired the one who greeted me from the other side of the door would be Amaan. Instead it was the surprised face of my girlfriend.

The surprised look on Blessing's face made me uneasy. It made me unpleasant. She pounced on me and kissed me. It was the same spot that Amaan had kissed me an hour ago. But the taste was different. The feeling was different. The person was different.

The reason I had forgotten came back to me, but the lingering touch of my professor was too strong for me to handle. The pantyhose that covered Blessing's legs were eager to be torn apart. The orange thong was ready to be pulled off her crotch. Her body was ready for me to feast upon. Yet, a single kiss weighed out my stimulus.

That was the first ingredient of destruction.