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Just imagine how great it would be being a professor at Garreg Mach and having the ability to revert time. You could do whatever you pleased without consequence. If it were me I’d definitely have Hilda stay behind after class, ignoring her attempts to weasel out of it by listing off all the chores she had totally been planning to do instead. There we’d be, alone in the classroom after dark Hilda smiling sweetly as she asks if I’ve finally fallen for her charms and if that meant I’d be letting her off this month’s homework. Goddess, punching her right in her smug face would feel so incredibly satisfying. Seeing her beautiful features twist in shock and fear, blood trickling from her nose, would only make her more attractive than ever. She’d open her mouth to speak and I’d hit her again, hard Hilda crumpling to the ground with a whimper I’d quickly fall to my knees on top of her, straddling her tiny waist and wrapping a strong hand around her throat She’d probably turn rebellious at that point, pretty nails digging into my wrist, desperately trying to free her throat from my crushing grip, madly kicking out her legs. I’d wind back my free arm and watch her trembling gaze meet mine Hilda wordlessly begging for forgiveness. And then I’d hit her again, and again. Punch her until her gorgeous face is unrecognizable and her hands fall powerlessly to her sides Hilda sucking in weak, rasping breaths. At that point I’d be near close to bursting, so I’d tear apart her dress with bloodied hands, exposing her delicious, pale breasts. Slide my throbbing cock between them, clumsily groping her heaving tits as I thrust against them, shooting my thick cum all over her sobbing battered face. Then I’d simply stand up, wipe my dirty cock off with a pink twintail and revert back time. Hilda once more smiling sweetly up at me as she asks if I’ve finally fallen for her charms, ignorant of all the punishment I’ve put her through time and time again.
