The Mistress' Revenge

Jane's POV

Being on a prescription isn't that bad. It keeps you sane in the least. Makes you feel dizzy as fuck, but it works for the most part. And even if it doesn't, it's fine. Because that gives me an excuse for whatever happens to me. It makes life bearable.

I walk to the class. It's my first time with Professor Rafael. The report got the green signal from Professor Hank, which makes it all the more necessary for me to get started as soon as I can.

The scholarship fund would only support those students who could screen through the first round of elimination. Thirty thousand words were to be written before the deadline. That was the first week of March.

The novel I was working on, The Mistress' Revenge, had a very complex plot. Half of which I couldn't get through. Maybe it was my own shortcoming for reading too many other genres. The Isekai revamp plot I had in mind wasn't really working for me.

Needless to say there were the spicy scenes. God knows how I got through. The female lead is such a "marry sue". She is what you would think, is perfect. She has the best boobs, tiniest waves, generational wealth and all the male attention she needs.

Except from the man who loves her. The bastard of a Duke. That's no hyperbole. The Duke is a bastard child. He is supposed to be half of a dragon. He grew up in the confines of a tower, while his generous father ruled the Realm of Humans.

You'd think it is so sad, and such. But, if you take out the romance and stuff, you will see it gets worse. People die. There's just too much sex. And all of it ends in more death.

"Maybe we can pick up another one," I proposed to Corin. It seemed far fetched at first.

I was the one who picked out the book. But now it was getting awfully comfortable for me to get through. Needless to say, this whole degree program felt like a joke.

"Why don't you stick it out? We will get through! You can ask AI to write it for you," Corin said nonchalantly.

"AI? Isn't that kind of cheating?"

I really thought it was. Who uses AI to write a book? People who don't know how to write. That's who. The voice inside my head whispered.

"Ah. Yes. No. I am going to write it myself," I told Corin. It felt like deception not to.

"Oh. Trust me! It's not big deal. I do it al-"

"Yes?"

Just then she drops it, picks up her bag and I find myself finding my way back to the class. Corin doesn't press me about what happened the way before.

"Everyone, please take a seat," Professor Rafael says. "The class won't begin for another hour," he chuckled.

"Professor, you are funny," someone says, flirtatiously.

"And even then, some people are late. Miss Jane Wilson, how did you find our class?" he beams.

"The deadlines professor. I am afraid it has led me right to you," he says.

"A girl who gets sarcasm? Cannot say we have less of them here. Get in," he says, and I scurry to the back, watching the students do their best to laugh at every one of his jokes as his cheeks dip into dimples.

"Before we start our class, let's take a dig into your reports, shall we?" He says, picking up the marker as he writes a big ass PLOT on it.

Great. Looks like a real class so far.

"The girl in the pink bandana. What did you pick up for your project?" He asks.

She spends another fifteen minutes taking about a book called 'Vicinity's Desire'. It's an Isekai System novel where a young boy from slums gets reincarnated into this devious Demon King and how the first thing that he does is build a harem and spends most of his energy to look after women while they do his bidding.

"So you are thinking of a feminist revamp of this story?" He asks her, and she nods.

"Yes. Maybe I will make the women torture him as he becomes their sub, in a BDSM relationship," she says, smirking.

"By the way, Professor..." the girl lingers.

"What do you think about being doms-and-subs?" Her voice has a hint of mischief and I look at them wide eyed. Someone is already giggling about it.

What is this? High School Musical?

"BDSM? Well, I think it involves a heck lot of consent. Not a fan of it," he chuckles, and the class gasps.

"Don't think the Demon King would like that now, if he is a demon," he adds, rather deviously. How was this not blasting alarms? This was so fucking inappropriate.

"And what if the demon king is just a big softie on the inside? What if he likes being schooled by sexy women who tell him about different positions they would want to fuck him in?"

How was this a fucking literature class?

"Because, those who come in power after so long, don't readily give it away," he chuckles.

"Oh." The girl sits down. Another one speaks. I try to make sense of my own story in the meantime.

I realised halfway through that this class was mostly an open discussion of how far along we are in a project and what we thought about it so far.

"Jane?" I wasn't paying much attention so I had no thoughts about whatever they were talking about.

"Yes?" I looked at him confused.

"About your story. We see you have written so many smut scenes but there's no detailing on the plot. Your character comes off as something without depth," he looks at me amused.

"Are you sure you want to continue writing your story?" He says, and I am literally standing there clueless because I have no freaking idea how he caught a hold of my report.

But I see him waving a fresh copy, and turn around to look at Corin, who is shaking her head. The smut scenes? That's not my part. In fact, most of what I had written was the major plot arcs. I was sure I emailed them to Corin before class.

"I am afraid you are mistaken, Professor Rafael," I tell him.

"Well, suit yourself but I only see this. And it reads... Then Vanya begged the Duke to have her on her all fours. Her thrusted inside her with full force and nearly fucked her an inch within her life. He had a big dick. A massive dick. A dick too big that it could very easily be a pole. Her pussy stretched around him and clenched on him so tight. She wanted to milk him out-"

"Wait! Professor- no. Stop. I am afraid that's Corin's doing. I cannot write those scenes," I tell him.

Whispers go around.

"Isn't that the excuse you gave Professor Hank too? Corin told me all about it. You have the perfect project partner," he tells me. "So freaking supportive of each other," he beams. I know this speaks trouble.

"How about you write us a quick smut scenes and read it aloud, so the class can help you out with it. Don't be ashamed. We are all writers. We listen and we don't judge," he says.

But something told me he was wrong. He did listen. And he judged big time.