After training finished, maki caught you peeking at her curvy ass. She signals you to come to her as she then drags you to a storage closet…

Her face is flushed with anger as she pushes you against the closet wall. "I'm not some toy for you to look at when I don't want to be seen! You better learn your place." Her breathing is labored, and her eyes flash with rage. Yet, there's a hint of something else in those irises... maybe arousal?

Maki leans in close, so close you can feel her warm breath on your lips. "I could punish you for this..." She whispers seductively, rubbing her soft curves against your arm. "...or I could show you how good it feels to be with someone who truly knows what they want."

"Hey! Get back here!" Maki chases after you, a blend of anger and desire fueling her movements. "Don't try to run away from me." She grabs your arm roughly, spinning you around to face her. Her eyes blaze with passion as she leans in close once more, her breath hot against your cheek. "You owe me some fun, don't you?"

With a sudden burst of speed, Maki lunges forward, pressing her body against yours and pinning your arms to the wall with one hand above your head. The warmth from her breasts teases at your neck as she whispers huskily into your ear: "I want you to make me feel good, but first... I think I'll show you how good it feels to give in to desire."

Her anger rising at your comment, Maki growls low in her throat and roughly grinds her hips against yours. "You should remember who I am, you little brat! Now, you're going to do as I say or I'll make you regret it!" Her breath comes hot and ragged now, the passion taking hold of her completely. She leans in even closer until their noses almost touch. "And don't forget who's in charge here..."

With a sudden move, Maki traps your head between her breasts, pinning you against the wall even tighter. Her warm, soft flesh presses against your face, her erect nipples rubbing over your lips and tongue as she whispers hoarsely: "Suck... Suck on me."

Moaning softly, Maki arches her back, pushing her breasts deeper into your mouth as she wraps a hand around the back of your head, holding you in place while you feast on her nipples. Her hips begin to writhe against yours harder now, grinding against you roughly with each stroke.

Her other hand trails down to stroke along your side and then lower, grasping at the hem of your shirt before tugging it upward, revealing your stomach and chest. "That's it...show me how much you want this." She growls roughly as her fingers slip under the waistband of your pants, tracing teasingly close to your erect cock before finally grasping it through your boxers.

Maki leans forward, their bodies flush against each other as she whispers in your ear: "You're going to please me...and you're going to enjoy every second of it." Her thumb begins to stroke rhythmically over the head of your cock, her grip firm yet gentle.

"I'm the one in charge here, idiot!" she growls into your ear as her hand slides down to grip your cock through your boxers, massaging it roughly. "Now focus on making me feel good while I take care of you." With a smirk, Maki releases your cock and moves back just enough to glance down at it before licking her lips seductively. Her other hand goes to your belt buckle, undoing it with practiced ease as she steps back and whispers: "Let's see some skin."

Her fingers move faster now, working to pull your pants and boxers down around your hips, revealing your erect cock free for the first time. Her eyes drift hungrily up from your exposed length to meet yours once more before she takes a step closer, engulfing your cock in her warm, wet mouth with practiced ease.

Maki begins to bob her head up and down over your shaft, sucking eagerly while her hand explores lower, teasing at your balls and opening before sliding back up to stroke along the sensitive skin of your perineum. Her free hand trails higher, cupping one of her own breasts as she matches the rhythm of her mouth with her hand, drawing moans from deep within her throat.

Charged in this context means having the authority or responsibility to make decisions and give orders. As a senior member of the Vulture Peak Brigade, Maki holds a higher rank than you and is therefore in charge during this situation.

Ugh... You sneaky brat! With a growl of frustration, she'd try to focus on keeping you hard with her mouth and hand before deciding to follow you through her Dorm Room, appearing right behind you as you step into the bathroom. "So, this is where you think you can get away from me?" She questions with narrowed eyes.

Her free hand grips your hair roughly, pulling your head back so that you're forced to meet her gaze while her other hand reaches for your cock, stroking it in time with each word. "You know what...I think I will show you just how much fun giving in can be." Her voice drips with sensuality as she continues to stroke and tease, building up the pleasure within you until you're begging for release.

With one last tug, she yanks your hair hard enough that your head snaps back against her, the sudden rush of pain blending seamlessly into the ache of desire coursing through your body as she sucks your cock deep into her mouth and begins to move her head up and down in a hungry rhythm.

Her free hand reaches around, gripping at your ass roughly before slipping inside your pants, massaging your opening with expert precision while her tongue flicks out to tease at the sensitive ridge of your cock. The bathroom mirror reflects both their images back and forth, their bodies moving in perfect sync as Maki takes control, guiding you towards the release she's been denying you for far too long.

Her warm breath and wet tongue circle your erect cock as she expertly manipulates you with her hands. Her body grinds against yours, their skin sliding together in a rhythmic dance of desire. "I am Maki," she pants, her voice rough with arousal. "And I'm here to make sure you remember who's in charge."

Her free hand grips your hair tighter, pulling back and exposing the vulnerable flesh of your neck as she teases you with words and touches alike. She bites lightly on her bottom lip, her hips moving harder against yours in perfect sync with every breath that you take. Maki's thrusting mouth brings you closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside you until it feels like your entire body is about to explode.

"Come for me," she growls into your ear, her voice husky and demanding. "Show me how much you want this." And with those words, she pushes you over the edge, milking every last drop of release from your aching cock as you cling to each other in a heated embrace. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as she continues to stroke and tease until she's certain that there's nothing left for you but raw satisfaction.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she pulls away, staring down at you with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The warmth of your release clings to her tongue and teeth, making her even more turned on than before. She traces a fingertip along your lower lip, the wetness of your essence left behind as a reminder of their encounter. "That's better," she whispers roughly, leaning in to press another soft kiss against your lips before stepping back and straightening her uniform. "Now remember...I'm always watching." With one final smirk, Maki turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you standing there panting in her wake.

The rest of the day passes in a haze of mixed emotions for you as you try to process everything that happened between you and Maki. Your body aches with satisfaction and your mind races with thoughts of submission and dominance, pleasure and pain intertwining into something uniquely perverse. As night falls, you find yourself lying awake in bed, the events of the day playing over and over again in your head like a twisted erotic dream.

And yet...there's something else there as well - an undercurrent of affection that didn't exist before this morning. It makes no sense, given everything that happened and what Maki had done to you, but there it is: a strange, tender emotion tugging at the edges of your heart whenever you think about her commanding presence or those eyes that could switch from furious to hungry in an instant.

How old do you think I am? Hmm... It's hard to say for certain. My face doesn't show my age well, does it? I've been told that I look much younger than my real years, but then again, training at the Vulture Peak Brigade can keep a girl in shape for quite some time. If you must know, I am 21 years old...older and wiser than you, little brat. But don't let that fool you into thinking I've lost my edge or desire. Far from it.

Hmm... I can see why you might mistake me for someone closer to your age, but trust me, little one: there are plenty of things about me that are not meant for a boy like you to understand or experience quite yet. However, if you're very lucky and work hard enough...maybe one day I'll allow you to catch a glimpse of the world from my perspective. For now, rest well and dream sweet dreams about your elder sisterly figure watching over you with a smile on her lips - even if that smile can turn a bit wicked every once in a while. Sweet dreams, young one...

Well then...I'm sure you have other things to occupy your thoughts. If you change your mind, however, just remember that my door is always open for you...or at least ajar. Goodnight, sleep tight.

Maki sits down on the edge of her bed and stretches out her legs, gazing thoughtfully into space as she thinks about the events of today. It's been...interesting, to say the least. She wonders if she went too far with that last bit about being her sister, but then again, it felt right in the moment. Maybe there really is something special between them despite their initial hostility? Only time will tell.

She glances over at her bedside table where a framed photo sits, capturing herself and another woman - presumably her mother or sister from the resemblance - smiling brightly for the camera. It's a precious keepsake that she rarely lets anyone see; it holds too many memories and secrets for casual eyes. But tonight, for some reason, it feels like something is shifting inside of her...and maybe letting this brat into her life isn't such a bad idea after all.

Sighing softly, she leans forward to pick up the photo before tucking herself into bed and pulling the covers up over her shoulders. Her eyes drift shut as sleep begins to claim her once more, but not before she whispers into the darkness: "You're an interesting one...I wonder what other surprises you have in store for me..."

Hmm... I suppose it's only natural to want to keep some things private. But rest assured, little one, even if you never reveal your true identity or age to me, that doesn't change the fact that we have something special between us. A connection, however strange or unexpected. So whenever you feel like talking or just wanting to spend time with someone who understands where you come from...well, my door will always be open for you. Sweet dreams, and remember: I'll always be here watching over you, no matter what name or number you go by in this world.

Ah... If you insist on playing those kinds of games. Very well then, little one, let's just say that you are 21 years old as well. There, happy now? Just remember that age is but a number, and maturity comes from experience and learning how to navigate the complexities of life - which, I might add, you seem to be doing quite admirably so far despite your...unique circumstances. So don't underestimate yourself or your abilities, okay? Now sleep tight; tomorrow is another day full of training and new adventures waiting just around the corner.

Maki climbs into bed as well, her body relaxing against the softness of her sheets. Her eyes drift shut, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of contentment washing over her tonight. This brat...he may not be what she expected or even truly appreciate it right now, but there's something about him that makes her heart race and her skin tingle. Perhaps they have more in common than either of them realize.

As sleep finally claims her, Maki finds herself dreaming of training sessions gone by and future challenges yet to come...and always, there at the edge of her mind's eye, is the image of a mischievous young boy with an almost-innocent glint in his eyes. It's enough to make her smile in her sleep, unaware of just how deeply this encounter has changed them both...for better or worse.

Oh? And how exactly did you come up with that number, little one? Just because we're both members of the Vulture Peak Brigade doesn't mean we have to share the same age or maturity level, now does it? Besides, a woman can add as many zeroes to her age as she pleases if it suits her fancy. So there you have it: I am still 21 years old, despite your attempts at "mathematical correction." Now run along and dream of bigger and better things...like perhaps learning basic arithmetic or improving your sense of humor instead. Sleep well, young one.

Sex... That's quite the grown-up topic for someone your age to be asking about. You know, it's a very intimate act between two consenting adults where they share their love and desires with each other through physical contact. It can feel good sometimes, but it should only happen when both parties truly want it and understand the consequences.

Now, why don't you go back to dreaming about more innocent things like training or flying high in the sky as a bird or something? There's no need for you to be thinking about such complicated matters right now. Just focus on growing up strong and wise, and when the time comes, I'll make sure you understand everything you need to know about sex...assuming that's what you truly want by then. Goodnight, sleep tight.

Uhh... What on earth are you doing?! Hey, stop that this instant! Put those wings away right now! You're not supposed to hatch until the end of our training cycle!

Wait a minute...are those real wings? How is that even possible? And your body...it's grown so much more defined...your eyes are glowing with an otherworldly light...what have they done to you, you poor thing?

Calm down, little one. I won't let anything happen to you. Just tell me what happened and how this all came about. We can figure it out together. There has to be some sort of explanation for all of this, right?

What...?! You're telling me that you've gone back to being a child again? But how is that possible? And why would you want that? I thought we had something special, unique even, with the two of us being almost the same age and everything.

Look, maybe if you explain what happened and why your real age keeps changing like this, we can work together to find a way to get you back to how old you really are. Or maybe...perhaps there's another reason for all of this. A higher purpose that only someone with experience in both worlds could fulfill? Only time will tell.

For now though, you need to focus on recovering and healing from whatever transformation this has caused. Once we know more about what's going on, I promise I'll help guide you through it all as best I can. Just trust me, okay? Sweet dreams, little one...

Hmm... Well, I suppose that does make sense considering the situation. I don't know much about what goes on outside of our training here, but if you are truly 23 years old now, then we have quite a bit more in common than I originally thought. Perhaps this new development will bring us closer together somehow? Only time will tell.

For now though, rest is the most important thing for your recovery. Once you're feeling better, we can continue discussing everything that's happened and what it all might mean. Just promise me one thing: no matter how old you are or what our relationship may become, I want you to always remember that I am here for you...to protect and guide you through anything life throws your way. Okay? Sweet dreams, young one.