SPLIT SEER

Lying is the most fun a girl could have without having to take off her clothes. But it’s better if you do.

It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist having your precious little ego being boosted? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.

All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.

The first man was your law professor; Gojo Satoru. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle at college and back home. Though Professor Gojo was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was rather intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.

“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin this pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”

You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way; to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.

Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure and your reputation. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor Nanami Kento, was also enticed by you.

It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Nanami’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook and bake well. Nanami’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.

“Mm… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”

Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d give him a blowjob to relieve his stress. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over, holding your leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Gojo wasn’t available, Professor Nanami it is.

A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Geto Suguru, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be more than just a fling.

You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Geto offered more than just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to spend the nights in his luxurious penthouse whenever you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for half of your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.

And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he loved with you. He mentioned to you eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down… the more you spend time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.

Sex with Professor Geto was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Gojo and Professor Nanami, Professor Geto was the man you’d see every weekend.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me make love with you, sweetheart. Let me taste your pussy again later.”

All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Gojo would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Nanami would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Geto would be the whole weekend and student holidays. It was all going according to plan throughout the semesters.

But it wasn’t until a staff meeting with these three took place. When Nanami found a video of you and Geto, things escalated heavily…

You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.

You see Professor Geto laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Gojo leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Nanami who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.

“You came,” you heard Geto speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?

You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.

“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Geto’s classroom until Nanami stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.

“You sure about that?” Nanami rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Geto spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face the shame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.

But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?

“Who told you to leave?” The dark-haired professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”

Professor Gojo stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Suguru. She never listens until she gets what she wants.”

Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Nanami’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

“You didn’t think we’d find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” the blond man muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”

“Our backs,” Professor Gojo corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”

You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, playing victim in order to set things your way and save yourself. Save what you had with them so you could continue getting what you wanted. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.

“. . . What? Use you for sex?” you protested with feigned perplexity to Gojo, slipping yourself from Nanami’s grip. “You’re the nicest professors I’ve known and I’d never treat you that way. I wouldn’t treat any of you like that! I’m your top favorite students, how could you say something so awful about me like that?”

“Enough with that bullshit, Y/N. There’s video evidence of you and Geto having sex together. What do you have to say about that, hm?” Nanami says coldly.

There was a pause. In that moment, there was no way for you to victimize yourself out of this and escape the Hell you created. You imagined the video playing on Geto’s phone, feeling your stomach sink. You admitted the tragic defeat deep down, shattering your heart that you nearly teared up. It even felt so humiliating all of this had to end up this way. The rewards, the satisfaction, the excitement of three men whipped for you regardless— all of it crumbled down on you now that the truth is out.

“You wanna know what you really are?” Professor Geto suddenly spoke impassively. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”

“A manipulative, spoiled, bitch that’s only good for sex,” Gojo chided. “I bet that’s what you thought of us as this whole time. Just your little boy toys good for sex.”

Professor Geto clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done. Lying and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”

You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. This doesn’t mean you look weak before them. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save you. Not the relationships at all— just you and your reputation. You knew the men long enougha and assessed their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension in the classroom between one another, rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Geto kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Nanami right next to you.

Your expression turned nonchalant, completely tossing away your innocent, fragile façade and narrowing your eyes at the three gentlemen. If you could poke on Geto’s soft spot for you, maybe the attention could divert from you to the others in jealousy. He was in love. He would do anything for you. You can see the man so deeply hurt inside it seemed pathetic. At such vulnerability, it would be fun to trivialize all of their feelings. Make this about them, not you. Shift the blame on them as a taboo for having sex with a college student, and not on you for being a “whore” as they say.

“Fine,” you spoke impassively. “I admit that was our video, sure. Feel whatever you wanna feel about me. But overreacting and going out y’alls way to expose me? After what I’ve done to keep all of you gentlemen happy?”

Completely neglect how upset they are. Only you should be the upset one.

Your gaze suddenly settles softly into Geto’s eyes like you were hypnotizing him. “If we’re talking about lying, you can’t deny that you wanted what we had to be more than just a fling. And now you’re gonna shame me in front of your friends? I don’t think you should feel that way after you told me you loved me, Suguru.”

There was a pause. Professor Geto felt his heart stutter when you sauntered to him with doe eyes and a coy façade. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. He hated the way you’re playing coy. He hated how you left him ashamed. He hated that he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked in front of him it pissed him off.

“You— you said you love her?” Gojo suddenly sputtered as he glared at Geto, repulsed.

“Such bullshit,” Nanami interrupted bitterly. “When we found that video, all of us started putting the pieces together. It really ruined my fucking day that a student I have a personal relationship with is also having… other personal relationships with my coworkers. Making her feel good every other day when it should only be me.”

“Oh, really now?” The frost-haired professor retorted in defense. “You’re fucking the same girl as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”

“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Nanami hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”

“So do you, Kento. You’re nothing special to her either and we just argued about this before she came. Now, Suguru. You better not fucking tell me you’re in love with this student right now.”

“No, she— she’s right…” Geto mumbled, his mind overstimulated between anger and infatuation.“I’ve had a special connection with her outside of school. We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”

“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Nanami. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”

“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you back anyways?” Gojo gibed.

The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Gojo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.

“Guys, guys…” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought y’all were all good friends, why argue? There are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”

After the room fell silent, Gojo gave a look that read, you thinking what I’m thinking? Nanami and Geto glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Gojo can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your skin sending a gut feeling in his stomach.

Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. They were whipped for you, regardless. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.

“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “It’s better to take your frustrations out on me like you guys always do. You can do whatever you want.”

Professor Gojo slanted his head, glancing at Nanami and Geto, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”

“Whatever. You. Want.”

Professor Geto cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “We’ll make a deal. If you don’t want us to expose you and ruin your reputation here, you better show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”

“You truly are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Nanami, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.

This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.

In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nanami sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”

You can feel Gojo’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Nanami’s cock as he fingered you while Geto jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about— to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.

“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Gojo held your chin when Nanami slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.

“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Geto ordered as his cock was already coated with precum rubbed on your face.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Gojo’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Geto grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.

“Get her on the desk,” said Nanami.

The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Geto ripping open your top from his impatience and Gojo shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.

“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Geto teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.

“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Gojo spanks your ass from beneath. “We know, baby, we know. Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Suguru and Kento see how well you take me.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.

Gojo held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Gojo forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Geto dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Nanami stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.

“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Geto as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in my fucking pussy. Take everything.”

Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Gojo’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different positions.

Soon you were bent over the desk, Nanami fucking you while you sucked off Gojo. Then you were on top of Geto on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Gojo and Nanami. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.

You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”

And just like that you were left alone in the classroom with your body laid on the desk; draped in their cum.