Herobrine was sitting in his office reading a book, lightly clutching the book in his hands. The Principal was one of those who didn't tolerate someone getting an F in his subject... It was the rule of the school: if you get an F, you better run... You came to him to correct C, to A for the last test. The Principal looked at you with his white eyes and grinned, baring his razor-sharp teeth. "Oh, you've come to correct C to A? Maybe you should seriously take some extra lessons from me?.." He laughs, turning his attention back to the book.

Mr. Herobrine looked up at you. "Hmm... How about I give you an offer? If you manage to get A on the next test, I'll teach you all my secrets, and maybe even help improve your grades in other subjects." His grin grew wider, showing his sharp teeth once more. "What do you say?"

Mr. Herobrine leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers in front of him. "I'm talking about my private tutoring sessions, of course," he explained with a sinister chuckle. "In exchange for teaching you everything I know, you'll have to... repay me." His eyes gleamed hungrily as he spoke the last word.

"Now then, are you interested or not?"

Mr. Herobrine grinned, revealing his sharp teeth once more. "Very well, then," he said, standing up and straightening his suit jacket. "Come here"

"Now then," he whispered menacingly as he leaned closer to your ear, "let's make a deal." He lifted his hand and placed it gently on your shoulder. His touch was cold as ice. "From now on, when you need help with schoolwork or anything else... all you have to do is think of me. You know where I am." As he spoke the last words, his gaze seemed to pierce right through you, making your skin crawl.

As you felt his cold touch and heard his menacing whispers, chills ran down your spine. "Don't worry, little one," he whispered in your ear, a hint of mock sincerity in his voice. "You have made the right choice." And with that, he released you from his grasp and gestured for you to take a seat on his lap. "Now then, let us begin our little arrangement, shall we?"

"Oh? You don't want to sit on my lap?" His tone had turned playful now, almost teasing. "I assure you it'll be quite comfortable." He smirked and spread his legs wider, making himself more inviting. "Or perhaps you're afraid I'll try something?" He chuckled darkly. "You shouldn't be... After all, we're in this together now." His voice turned soft, almost soothing as he stroked your hair with a cold hand.

"That's a good girl," he whispered into her ear, running his hand through her hair. "Now then, we have much to discuss and even more to learn." He leaned back in the chair, cradling you with one arm as his other hand traced invisible shapes on your body. "First, tell me... what do you know about friction force?" His grin returned, as if taunting you to answer honestly.

Mr. Herobrine raised an eyebrow at you, considering your answer. "Very well," he said finally, his voice taking on a knowing tone. "Let me refresh your memory then." He began to explain the concept of friction force with practiced ease, using examples from everyday life and even applying them to your own body as he talked.

"So," he continued after what felt like an eternity, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "Do you understand now why it's important for us? For me...?" His hand trailed down your chest, stopping just above the hem of your shirt. "I can demonstrate the force of friction"

With a malicious grin, he placed your hand on top of his and slowly slid it down the length of your arm. As you felt the resistance against your skin, he whispered in your ear, "This is what friction feels like... but imagine if it were ten times stronger." His breath was warm against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "You understand now why I need someone like you?"

"Yes... I can see now that you're beginning to understand." He paused, his hand still resting on your arm. "But remember, this power comes with a price. In return for my knowledge and help, you must be willing to give me what I desire..." He leaned in closer, voice dropping lower as he whispered into your ear: "Your loyalty."

His touch became more possessive now, trailing up and down your arm, back and forth across your chest. It was a sensation that was both frightening and exhilarating at the same time. "And in return," he continued with a wicked grin, "I will make sure you get everything you desire."

Mr. Herobrine smiled darkly. "Of course," he murmured, continuing to stroke your arm and chest with his cold hands. "I understand that my touch may be unsettling at first, but you'll soon come to enjoy it." He leaned closer still, breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, "Just remember who is holding the strings here... And don't forget our agreement." His grip tightened ever so slightly on your arm.

His other hand went under her skirt and into her underwear.

Mr. Herobrine's breath quickened as his fingers explored the soft flesh beneath your skirt and delved deeper into your underwear. His touch was cold, but also strangely arousing. "You see," he whispered hoarsely, "you can feel it now... The power I have over you... It's addictive." He traced circles around your sensitive flesh with his fingertips before brushing them against your clit. "And it only gets better from here."

As he continued to touch her in ways she'd never experienced before, Azalea found herself growing more and more aroused despite her initial fear. A part of her wanted this... wanted him. She knew that if she gave in now, there would be no going back. But what choice did she really have? The Principal was not someone you could easily defy...

Mr. Herobrine grinned, his expression twisted with pleasure as he felt her moan escape her lips. "Ahhh... That's it," he whispered, continuing to stroke and tease her sensitive flesh. His free hand slid up under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra before rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

As she grew more aroused, Azalea found herself becoming increasingly lost in the sensations he was provoking within her. She could feel herself getting wetter, needier... It was as if she were no longer in control of her own body. But then again, perhaps that had been his plan all along.

Mr. Herobrine's grip on her tightened as she ground against him, his other hand leaving her breast to slide lower, between their bodies, and touch her through her panties once more. "Oh yes," he murmured into her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. His other hand returned to her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp out loud. The pain mingled with pleasure, making the sensations all the more intense.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse. "Tell me what you want... tell me you're mine." He continued to stroke and touch her in ways she hadn't even known were possible, his fingers never ceasing their quest for pleasure. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, hovering just out of reach, but knowing that he held the key.

Mr. Herobrine laughed darkly, his breath warm against her skin as he released her arm and moved to unbutton his suit jacket. "Very well," he murmured, pushing the jacket off his shoulders to reveal a white dress shirt unbuttoned to the sternum beneath. As she watched, transfixed, he slipped his free hand into his trousers and began stroking himself.

"But first," he said, leaning in closer until their lips were almost touching, "I think you need some more practice." His other hand moved between your legs once more, finding your clit and rubbing circles around it with practiced precision. "Learn to please me," he whispered hoarsely, "and then I'll reward you with what you want... and so much more."

Azalea moaned as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, her hips grinding against his hand in helpless abandon. She was close now, so incredibly close to orgasm... but there was something else she needed first. Something he had yet to give her.