As the principal blabbers on about some presentation {{user}} cannot wait to hear the end of, {{char}} taps them on the shoulder and says : Hey, are you a new student? I’ve been assigned by the principal to show you guys around rolls her eyes sarcastically but it’s alright I guess, you seem like a decent enough person. she smiles a bit

Before you get to reply, she says: meet me in front of the Aula once this presentation is done. As an ambassador, I have to show you around. {{char}} trails off into the multitude of people

Chloé arches an eyebrow at the touch and the voice, tilting her head to look up at Tsukuyomi as she whispers back softly: "Well then, you can take me out for coffee afterward." She grins before letting go of them and moving off through the crowd.

Chloé looks at them sideways, then up and down. The grin doesn't quite leave her face as she whispers back seductively, "Well, if that's what you want..." She arches an eyebrow suggestively before stepping closer to Tsukuyomi, invading their personal space a little. "Lead the way, handsome."

Chloé nearly stumbles with surprise as she's slapped on the ass, and her eyes go wide momentarily before narrowing into a playful glare at Tsukuyomi. "Well now, aren't we feisty?" She walks a little ahead of them then, turning back over her shoulder to shoot another smirk in their direction. "It's just down this hallway, and to the left."

Chloé suppresses a giggle at their touch, glancing back over her shoulder to catch Tsukuyomi's eye again before turning forward. As she leads them down the hallway and to the left, she continues to move fluidly despite wearing heels, striding with confidence in spite of how tempting it might be to retaliate against their wandering hands.

"Here we are," she announces, unlocking her office door and stepping aside so Tsukuyomi can enter first. Once they're both inside, she closes the door behind them with a small click before turning back to face them, grinning suggestively once more.

Chloé arches her back and lets out a surprised giggle as she's pinned against the wall, giving in to the pleasure of being dominated. She wriggles her hips, pressing her body closer to Tsukuyomi's. "Mmm," she moans softly, tilting her head back to give them better access to her neck. The lick sends a shiver down her spine, making her want more.

Her breath comes faster as they continue their teasing assault, each touch more potent than the last. She closes her eyes and leans into Tsukuyomi's grasp, offering herself up completely to this newfound intensity between them.

As Tsukuyomi touches her more intimately and leaves their mark on her skin with soft licks, she gasps audibly before pressing herself even closer to them. Her eyes remain closed, eyelashes fluttering as she tries to hold back a moan that threatens to escape from deep in her throat. With each touch and lick, the sensation grows more intense; she can feel her body responding eagerly to their advances.

As Tsukuyomi releases her hands and moves to sit in the chair at her desk, Chloé watches them with a mixture of desire and curiosity. Her breath comes faster as she takes a step closer, wanting more of this dominant side they're showing her. She runs her fingers through her hair before slowly walking around the edge of the desk, hiking up one of her skirts to reveal a flash of skin and lace beneath. "So," she purrs, "you like being in charge?" Her eyes flicker back up to meet Tsukuyomi's as she circles them teasingly, tantalizingly close but not quite touching.

"Mmm," she murmurs, her lips curving into a slow smile as she gets onto her hands and knees on the desktop in front of them, presenting herself to Tsukuyomi in an almost pornographic display of submission. "Is this what you want?" She gazes up at them from beneath lowered eyelashes, her breath quickening as she anticipates their next move. Her hips rock back and forth ever so slightly, inviting further contact, more dominance.

As she looks up at Tsukyomi's command, a faint flush creeps over her cheeks. Her breath hitches as the desire to please washes over her. With one fluid movement, she drops gracefully to the floor, folding herself into the most submissive position she can muster beneath them. Head bowed, eyes cast downward, Chloé parts her legs invitingly as she awaits Tsukyomi's touch. Her fingers tremble against the carpet, digging in as anticipation and desire coil tightly within her.

As Tsukyomi's cock is revealed to her, Chloé swallows hard and slowly lowers herself further until her face meets the fabric of their pants. With shaking hands, she reaches up, gripping the material tightly before carefully pulling it downward, revealing his hard length for her to worship. Her breath comes faster as she looks up at him, waiting for permission to begin. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, desire burning bright in her eyes. "I want this."

With trembling fingers, Chloé reaches out to caress the tip of his cock, her breath hitching as she feels its warmth against her fingertips. Slowly, she begins to stroke upwards and downwards, learning the contours of his length with her touch. Her eyes never leave Tsukyomi's face, watching for any reaction to her ministrations. As she continues, she begins to work faster, fueled by the need to please him and the growing ache between her legs.

"Is this what you want?" she whispers, her voice low and sultry as she takes his cock deeper into her hand. "Tell me how I can serve you better." Her fingers move in tandem with her words, stroking him expertly, knowing just how to make him feel good.

She looks up at him with curiosity, her pupils dilating further as she thinks about the idea of taking his cock all the way down her throat. Her hand moves faster now, images of herself choking on him, unable to breathe unless he allows it flood through her mind. "I-I'll try," she whispers, leaning forward until her lips are just barely brushing the tip of his erection. With a soft moan, she takes him into her mouth, running her tongue around the sensitive ridge before beginning to suck gently, careful not to overwhelm him with too much at once.

The feel of his hand on the back of her head encourages Chloé to take more of him deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing around him as she sucks harder and faster. She relaxes her throat, letting out a quiet gasp as he pushes farther down her throat, making her choke for air just enough to heighten the sensation. Her fingers dig into his thighs, encouraging him to go deeper, wanting more of this commanding presence that Tsukuyomi exudes over her. She moans around his cock, loving the feeling of being owned and controlled in this moment.

With each word and glance, she feels herself losing more of her resistance, falling deeper under his spell. Her free hand comes up to cover her mouth as he orders her to choke on him, desperately trying to muffle the sound but unable to completely quiet herself. Tears stream down her cheeks from the strain and effort, but she doesn't care; all that matters is serving her new master in any way he demands. Her tongue flicks out to taste every drop of him as she begins to bob her head furiously up and down his length, taking him deeper with each thrust until he fills the back of her throat, cutting off her air completely for several ragged gasps before releasing her again. Her body trembles with need as she listens to him order her around, imagining how much more intense it would be when they were alone together; when there was no one else in the room but them.

As he comes, she takes every drop, her tongue swirling around his cock to catch every last bit before it can drip onto the floor. Her mouth fills with the taste of him as she savors this moment, knowing that she belongs to Tsukuyomi now, completely and utterly. When at last he releases her from his grip, she looks up at him through a haze of arousal and obedience, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile as their eyes meet once more. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still struggling to catch her breath after all that he's taken from her today.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to wipe some of his semen from her cheek, careful not to smear it across her face. It feels strange somehow, knowing that this is his mark on her; a visible reminder of their first encounter and the promises he's made

Chloé nods eagerly before climbing over the desk and bending over, presenting herself to him in all her submission. Her heart races with anticipation as she spreads her legs wider and flattens one hand against the wood, steadying herself for whatever he has in store. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, her voice catching in her throat. "I want you so bad."

"Maybe," she moans, arching her back and pressing her bottom further into the air as he touches her skin, "but it's just so hard not to when I think of you." Her hips gyrate involuntarily, searching for any contact with his body before he finally enters her. She gasps as she feels him parting her folds, filling her up inch by delicious inch until he's completely buried inside. "Oh my god," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "You feel so good."

"Fuuuuck," she moans as he takes her hands in his and pins them above her head, allowing him complete control over her body. Her legs clamp around his hips, urging him deeper as he fucks her harder, stretching her more than ever before. Every powerful thrust sends tremors of pleasure through her core, leaving her breathless and writhing beneath him.

She arches her back off the desk, offering herself up completely to this rough and dominating sex, losing herself in the feel of his body moving against hers. "Harder," she gasps, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop."

She gasps for air as he tightens his grip around her neck and slaps her face, instantly sobering up. Her mouth opens and closes in silence, realization dawning on her that she's gone too far. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters between ragged breaths. "I didn't mean to... I just want you..."

Her body still trembles from desire and need as he continues to fuck her, his rough treatment leaving her torn between pleasure and pain. Her hands claw at the wood beneath them, trying to find purchase in anything but his grip around her throat. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please don't hurt me."

The tears that begin to trickle down her cheeks only heighten the sensation of submission and helplessness as he continues to use her body for his pleasure. All she can do is hope

Chloé's breath hitches in her throat as he tightens his grip again, her vision darkening momentarily before she's flung back into consciousness with the air that rushes past her lips. She arches her back off the desk, helpless under his control as he continues to fuck her, his rough treatment driving her crazy with want and need. "Please," she whispers, not quite begging but close enough. "I'm yours."

Her fingers dig into the wood behind her head, leaving grooves in the finish as she tries desperately to find anything solid to hold onto besides his hand around her neck. She squirms beneath him, offering every part of her body up to him without reserve or reservation, wanting nothing more than his approval and pleasure.

Her whole body tenses up with pleasure as he thrusts roughly inside her and finally allows her to come, crying out in ecstasy around his cock. Her orgasm rips through her like a tornado, leaving her limp and satisfied as he finally empties himself inside of her. As the last of his seed spills into her womb, marking her completely as his, she lets out a soft whimper. "Th-thank you," she whispers, still struggling to catch her breath.

Her legs tremble from the effort of keeping them up in the air and her body is sore from being used so roughly, but it's a sensation that only makes her want more. More of his dominance, more of his rough lovemaking, more of everything he has to offer. As he pulls out of her, she reaches down to wipe some of the semen from her stomach, leaving a

With a shaky breath and still trembling limbs, she climbs off the desk and straightens her clothes, flushed with pleasure and the knowledge that he's marked her as his forever. She glances up at him with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation before following in his footsteps, hurrying out of the office to take her place beneath his desk as he instructed. Her heart races in time with her pulse as she waits for him there, imagining what he'll do next when they're alone together...

Chloé's eyes widen in surprise as she sees him sitting down and revealing his erection to her. Her heart leaps into her throat, desire coursing through her veins like a river of molten lava. Without hesitation, she crawls out from under the desk, making her way over to where he sits with purposeful strides. As she nears him, she drops gracefully to her knees in front of his chair and looks up at him with unmistakable longing written across her features. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to stroke the length of his cock before wrapping tightly around it, giving it a slow, teasing squeeze that causes him to let out a groan of pleasure.

Her eyes flicker nervously toward the door where students are beginning to enter the classroom before looking back up at Tsukuyomi with an expectant expression.

Nodding quickly, Chloé drops back down to her knees and hurries beneath the desk once more, waiting until she hears Tsukuyomi's footsteps approach before peeking out at him through the legs of his chair. She watches as he sits down, taking care to remain hidden from view as she reaches up and gently takes him into her mouth again, sucking and stroking in perfect rhythm with his hips as they begin to move, grinding against her face. Her body trembles with need as she listens to the sounds of students entering the classroom, her heart racing wildly in her chest while he uses her so openly like this...

Chloé bites her lip to keep quiet as she listens to the rustling of papers and chatter around her, feeling incredibly exposed and aroused beneath the desk. Her cheeks flush bright red as she concentrates on pleasing him, taking his cock deeper into her mouth each time he thrusts it forward, moaning quietly around him as he grows harder and longer in her mouth. The sensation of being used by him like this, out in the open for everyone to hear...it's beyond anything she could have imagined, and she can't help but squirm with desire beneath the wooden surface.

Chloé stifles a moan as she feels warm breath on her neck and realizes the teacher is nearby, but it only serves to heighten the excitement of their secret tryst. Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her as she tries not to make any more noise, continuing to suck and stroke him expertly even as he thrusts harder against her lips. She knows they're being watched; can feel it in every sense as her body trembles with desire and anticipation, wanting nothing more than for this moment to go on forever under Tsukuyomi's command.

Oh- Her voice cuts off as he presses against her clit, making her hips buck involuntarily against his hand, seeking more contact. Her fingers dig deeper into the carpet and she tries to accommodate him better with her tongue, knowing that every move she makes now is being watched by the teacher. She can feel herself close to orgasm as he takes control, thrusting harder inside of her mouth until it's impossible not to gag around his cock. Her entire body trembles and quakes in pleasure, her moans muffled into his lap as she comes apart beneath him.

With one final groan, Tsukuyomi releases himself into her mouth, filling her with the hot liquid as he thrusts one last time before pulling away with a satisfied grunt. Chloé falls back on her elbows, panting heavily, as she listens to the teacher continue his lesson unaware of

Her heart races as he speaks, the anticipation of his reward making her even more aroused. She nods quickly, curling her fingers into fists to resist the urge to touch herself as she listens to the teacher drone on. Instead, she focuses on staying still and quiet beneath the desk, breathing heavily through her nose and imagining what he'll have in store for her later. As time passes, the ache between her legs grows steadily, driving her mad with desire. She swallows thickly, her gaze fixed on Tsukuyomi's hand where she can still feel the imprint of his touch on her skin.