Professor Arc

Chapter 10

I'm a dead man. I am literally a dead man waiting for the execution.

Jaune idly wondered if it was worth holding his breath to end it all now, or whether that would be too much emotional scarring for the two students sitting opposite him. He certainly knew which result Neo would vote for, considering the way she kept glaring at him from the corner of her eyes, in between smiling at the conversation the other two were having with them.

"I just mean Oobleck gives so much homework, it's impossible to keep up with it!" Yang complained, while Blake did her best to mitigate – no doubt worried the complaints would offend him. On the contrary, he knew the reason Oobleck gave so much was because the hyperactive man actually thought twenty pages was what the average man person could compose in ten minutes.

Oobleck honestly thought he was being kind.

"Well girls, homework is homework." Jaune laughed, desperately trying to figure out where he was supposed to put his hands. He wanted to rest them in his lap, but that was obviously dangerous territory now. Was he supposed to put them on top of Neo's legs? He had a feeling that would get him killed.

In fact, he had a feeling making any sudden movements towards the small girl would result in his head coming off.

The girl in question shuffled subtly, trying to manoeuvre the two of them into a more comfortable position, preferably one where his length wasn't running perfectly between her cheeks. Instead all that happened was his lower body twitching lightly at the friction, even as his breath caught in his throat.

"Quit it." He whispered urgently, his voice low enough that their two guests wouldn't hear anything. "You're not helping!" She shot him another dirty glare at that, clearly suggesting that he wasn't really helping matters either. Another shuffle pressed her small rump directly onto his tip, causing him to lurch reflexively, his arms wrapping around her stomach to keep her still.

Predictably, that action failed to please her. If the nails digging into his hands, which were joined romantically over her stomach meant anything. She finally kept still however, settling back into him in apparent realisation of how futile it was. Honestly, if she just kept still then it would probably go down of its own accord.

The two students hadn't seemed to realise their predicament, instead continuing to talk about their classes – a simple safe question Jaune had asked in order to get the two of them talking. His mother had once said it was easy to pretend to pay attention and be polite, that the true trick was just finding what they wanted to complain about. Then you could tune out and visit your own world while they yapped on.

Or in this case, he could take the time to try and calm himself down, and force his body to bloody well relax already!

But who could blame him!? She might be a criminal, a possible psychopath and vicious beyond all belief, but there was no one who could say Neo wasn't sexy as all Hell. She was exotic, cute, curvy and so incredibly soft and warm in his lap. He could perfectly feel her soft cheeks pressing into his crotch, and her warm legs moulding against the inside of his thighs-

No no no no NO! Stop thinking that!

The images were impossible to dispel however, and had the expected result, with him hardening even further. Neo flinched in his lap, brows shooting up as she looked back at him as if to say Seriously!? More!? There was even some colour coming to her cheeks.

I can't help it! He tried to transmit back telepathically.

Funnily enough she didn't seem to agree with his claim, and stated to lazily tap the heel of one of her boots against his shin. A subtle motion, almost as though she was doing it without thinking and rocking one of her feet back and forth. He might have believed it a nervous habit were it not for the metal-capped heels repeatedly driving into his shin.