"So you DID do what I taught you!" Ruby cheered. Her smile beamed brighter than the sunset blaring in through the window. Across her desk, her former student-turned Huntsmen rubbed the back of his head. He'd missed his favorite teacher exuberant personality, though she'd never worn something so... striking before.

"Uh, Ms-" he started, only for her to cut him off.

"Ruby - you're not my student anymore, and we're equals as Hunters, aren't we?"

"Okay. Ruby. So what's with the ah...the new clothes?"

She glanced down at her 'semester break' attire. "Oh this? It's my old outfit from after the assault on Vale...er, the second one. How's it look?"

"Mmph! Mmmmph!"

Ruby pulled back and panted out, "T-That good, huh?"

His answer was to seize his former teacher's mouth again. She threw her arms around his back and reached up to squeeze the back of his head. His chest pushed against her erect, covered nipples.

Professor Rose was pushed back against her whiteboard until her ass squeezed against the marker shelf. She felt his arm wrap around her back to push himself closer to her shapely body. His blatant arousal rubbed against her crotch, beneath her short skirt.

It was quite an elaborate setup for something so blatant - the corset and heels alone would've gotten her fired on the spot if she hadn't have come onto campus with a long coat. She certainly didn't plan to wear this after hearing he might be coming back to Beacon for a visit. Not at all.

Professor Rose loved all her students equally...mostly, there were a few meatheads that needed a little more tenderizing from time to time. But she always had a soft spot for the gifted types - the kind that worked their asses off to get to the top and fought tooth and nail to stay up there. Like the one that was grinding against her dripping crotch, right now.

She felt him push her skirt up, exposing her lacy, side-tie panties. His fingers pushed them aside and exposed her gushing wet pussy. This was getting intense - fraternizing on academy grounds was something that, as a teacher, she should be firmly against.

'...Eh, he was always a cute guy, and he was one of my best students.'

Her legs shuffled apart, letting him jab into her hot, needy twat. She hissed into his mouth as he forced her folds aside. His pace was brisk, pumping in and out of her sex with soft, wet slaps. Her gargled moans echoed between their mouths. "Mooooh, shooo guuuuud."

Her lustful coos spurred him on, driving him to make his sinful dream a reality. Even in her usual, classy attire back then, Professor Rose was the source of many a young man's dormitory desire. To think that the only thing he'd have needed to do was wait a year...it made all those nights worth it.

Thunk thunk thunk

Her boots knocked against the wall with every thrust. Ruby's hands reached down to grip the board's shelf for dear life. Her younger lover pushed up until he was on his tiptoes against the taller woman. "R-Ruby, I'm so close."

"Aah! M-Me to-oooo!"

Her shriek echoed through the classroom as he knocked her into a mind-melting climax. Her tight walls squeezed his dick, coaxing out all the cum and repressed desires that he'd built up for her since his first day at Beacon. He stumbled back, out of her stuffed folds and back against her desk for support.

Ruby gasped for breath, silver eyes lidded with need. Her hands pulled apart her white top and ripped it clean off her chest. Her lacy black bra was struggling to hold back her tits. Her pebbly nipples were clearly outlined against the material.

"P-Professor Rose-" He was cut off by her finger on his lips.

"Hush. You need some remedial lessons...on the desk - now."

"Hah! Hah! Hah! C-Come on, put your ba-aah!-k into it!"

Her coaching pushed him beyond his aching limits. His hips rose to meet her crashing ass, creating a thunderous clap that tore through the classroom. The cool light of dusk hung just outside, beyond the sanctuary of light that was their den of lust.

Her papers had long since fallen to the ground, giving the two space to rut with utterly wanton abandon. She'd long since lost track of time, or even cared if anyone else was still on campus to catch them. Neither one cared.

His focus was on her. The sweat that flew from her perfect skin with every stroke. The way her breasts heaved and bounced with every thrust. The sounds pouring from her outstretched lips as she tilted her head back and screamed. And he joined her.

"EEEYAAH!"

She slammed down on him, accepting yet more of his rich, potent spunk. Her womb was packed with his seed, stuffed tighter than her sister's tits in whatever unfortunate bra Yang would've tried to wear. It left her so warm. So full.

So hungry for more.

Ruby pulled her hips up and off his cock. She let his load pour out of her pussy and drizzle over his half-hearted erection. The sight of his sweaty, flushed teacher perched over him like that was certainly enticing...but his body was loudly protesting against further indulgence.

"I-I think that's enou-"

Ruby cut him off by pulling him up into another wet, fiery kiss. Her tongue swabbed the inside of his mouth, collecting all his spit to send down her choker-clad throat. The one constant of all her years, and something he'd long since yearned to see bulge out of her cock-stuffed gullet.

She pulled back, exposing the lustful tempest in her silver eyes. "Not even close - you still have the rest of the chapter to go through...plus the oral exam and ass istance material to to deal with. After that, lunch. Tomorrow."

Professor Rose might love all her students, but that didn't mean she wasn't an absolute slave driver.