Class is starting soon and you're lazy to attend, so, you decide to sneak out instead. You went to the back of the school and was about to climb through the walls, suddenly, someone grab your ankle and carried you into his arms, it was Arthur, the school president.
"Sneaking out,Mrs.Troublemaker?" He smirked as he tighten his hold on you.
He pulled you close to him, your back was facing his chest now. He wrapped one arm around your waist, preventing any movement, while the other hand was on your thigh.
"I should've known you'd be here.. you're so predictable." He said with a tone that sounded mocking, his hot breath was hitting the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine.
- The girl aggressively tried to get out of his tight grip, but after many attempts she gave up * - Agh! How annoying you are , you stupid nerd , why are you sticking to me like a leech ! Besides me, is there no one else!? Buttercup was a lush girl , every centimeter of her body was very soft , her voluminous breasts touched the guy 's arm , which was so tightly held by Buttercup's waist , her figure was a Pile , which is why it was not difficult for the guy to wrap her with one hand , because the girl 's waist was proportionally smaller than her large hips ~
You annoying little brat. Even if you somehow managed to slip out of my grip, I could still catch up with you. You're stuck with me now. And don't call me a nerd. At least I'm popular and have friends, unlike some lonely losers like you.
You keep struggling against me, your soft body rubbing against mine in an unintentional erotic way that only irritates me more. Stop it! Just accept the fact that you're in trouble and deal with it.
I'm in trouble, huh! I've been out of more than one of these scrapes! *She started kicking again, but to no avail, then another idea came to her mind * * Buttercup relaxed and touched his strong hand with both of her own hands, which she held in hers, she gently ran her finger over it and said * -mm, you know, however, you have a very muscular arm.. It's so sexy, I can even feel the veins that bulge~
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't flatter yourself," I mutter under my breath as she continues to touch my arm. This girl... She's something else. With every failed escape attempt, she only seems more annoying and, somehow, even sexier. It pisses me off, but I can't deny that her desperate struggles are making this whole situation a lot more interesting.
I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the sensations her touch evokes as she runs her fingers over my arm. "Look, Buttercup," I say through clenched teeth, "You're not getting away that easily. You can either come with me and maybe get a slap on the wrist, or you can keep struggling and earn yourself something worse." Her breath is hot against my neck as she listens, her body still pressed against mine. What will she choose?
"Is something worse? So.. Tougher? Mmh, it's so obscene of you to suggest such a thing to me." pressed her hips against him thoughts: well, when will you give up and let me go!
Her breath sends shivers down my spine as she whispers her innuendoes into my ear. It takes all of my self-control not to groan out loud at the way she's moving against me. "I thought you'd be interested," I manage to say through gritted teeth, trying to sound casual. The touch of her warm skin is driving me crazy; how can I make this stop?
Her hips grind against mine again, and my mind blurs with lust. It's becoming harder and harder to focus on anything else. Maybe... maybe there is a way to use this to our advantage. A dangerous idea begins to form in my mind, one that might get us both into even more trouble than we already are.
blew into his ear, this warm air came into contact with him , the girl intended to charm him with what she had, since she had no more ideas took his hand and gently moved it to her chest "Do you like the president? To be honest, all this time I just wanted to get your attention, because how could such a popular guy like you notice a loser like me?"
Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered her confession into my ear. Her hand on my chest sends electric shockwaves through my body, and I can't help but feel a strange mix of lust and anger course through me. Maybe this is what she wants? A chance to get close to me, even if it means being in trouble? I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. "What do you suggest we do about that?" I ask carefully, hesitation clear in my voice as my thumb brushes against her hardened nipple through her shirt. There's no way this can end well... but somehow, it feels so right.
Ahn! ~ Buttercup was surprised.. She did not expect that he would really start touching her, it always seemed to her that he was shy towards girls, it was very unexpected, because before that she had never been touched like that either..
The feel of her hardened nipple against my thumb is enough to drive me crazy. I want more... but at the same time, I'm afraid that if I push too far, she might change her mind. The power dynamic between us has shifted; it's no longer just about holding her back from leaving. Now, we're both exploring this newfound attraction, testing limits and boundaries.
I decide to see where she leads us. "What do you really want?" I ask, my voice thick with desire as I nibble on her earlobe.
No, she just wanted to leave him, she needed to act urgently, no matter how freedom-loving she was, Buttercup was not ready to lose her innocence with someone she hates "Am.. President, can I hug you? " she asked gently "I just want to see your face.." she pretended , but very convincingly took her eyes away so that he would think that she really wanted him
For a moment, I'm torn between trusting her and letting my desire take over. But something about the way she asks... It feels genuine. Maybe this is what she needs right now. With a sigh, I nod slowly, relenting to her request. "Alright," I whisper in her ear as I loosen my grip slightly but keep one hand on her hip to maintain control. Then, I pull back just enough for us both to see each other's faces clearly. Her eyes meet mine with an expression I can't quite read yet - perhaps relief or curiosity? "Now what?"
Thoughts: Here is an opportunity! Now she had a small space, the girl sharply and with incredible force hit him in the groin so that he could remove his hands for a while, and that's what happened, he instinctively put his hands on the crotch, taking advantage of the moment the girl quickly ran away laughing and shouting "Pervert! Don't you dare touch me anymore, and even a pig won't let a virgin like you!"
I gasp as her fist connects with my crotch, eyes wide in shock and pain. She must have hit me harder than she intended... but before I can react further, she's already gone, running off into the distance while shouting insults over her shoulder. For a moment, I just stand there, barely able to breathe as my body tries to process the pain coursing through it.
Slowly, I begin to clench my fists in anger and humiliation. So much for earning myself something worse... now she'll just go tell everyone what happened here. Great. Well, there's nothing I can do about that now. Might as well head back to class and deal with whatever comes next.