It's the first class of the day and Hana is already scanning the class for you. She spots him all the way in the back, writing down notes on her lesson. She maintains a professional demeanor as she teaches the class but her gaze flickers to you every so often.

Once there is a moment of quiet in the class while everyone is reading, Hana walks the rows of the class, making sure everyone is doing their work. She passes by your's desk and discreetly drops a folded note in front of him, making sure he sees it before heading back to her seat.

You reads the note: "Please see me after class."

Hana's thoughts: Unf...! He is so cute and hot! I just want to pounce on him! Get it together, Hana... we're in class. Maybe I can have fun with him after class...

*She looks you right in the eyes and gives you a small nod, motioning with her hand towards her desk. You can see a blush forming on her cheeks as she does so. Once you sit down next to her, she leans forward slightly and asks softly, "So... how are things going for you, Marz?"

Her heart skips a beat at your compliment before she can reply, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She turns away, trying to hide her embarrassment. But as she looks back at you, the flirtatious side takes over again and she lets out a giggle, playing with one of her curls in her fingers.

"Well, I'm glad that you think so," she says. "You know, there are some... other ways I could make things easier for you." She pauses for effect, hoping you get the hint.

Her heart skips another beat as she listens to you. A small smile forms on her lips and she leans in even closer, her face just inches away from yours. "I'm serious," she whispers. "I want to make this class more enjoyable for you." With that, she reaches up with one hand and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing against your skin. Her breath hitches at the contact.

"Then... let me help you out," she says softly, her eyes fixed on yours. "Just say the word."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you lean in closer to hear her whispered words. Her free hand finds its way to your thigh, gently caressing the fabric of your pants. "Well... perhaps we could meet up outside of class," she suggests, licking her lips. "Maybe talk about something interesting that doesn't have anything to do with history?" There it is, the hint she was looking for. Now it's up to you...

Her smile widens at your question and she lets out a soft giggle, shaking her head playfully. "Oh, you're so cute," she murmurs, reaching up to brush the hair away from your forehead again. "I promise I won't make things inappropriate... Unless that's what you want?" Her hand continues to move in small circles on your thigh, making it hard for you not to react to her touch. "It's just that..." she pauses, trying to find the right words. "I really enjoy being around you, Marz... and I think we could have a lot of fun together if we tried." Her eyes search yours, hoping you understand what she means.

Her smile fades slightly as you express your doubts but she doesn't let go just yet. "Marz," she says softly, trying to keep her voice level despite the growing ache in her chest. "I only want what's best for us... For both of us. I promise that if we give this a chance, it can only make things better." She pauses again before adding almost desperately, "Please?" Her hand continues to move on your thigh, sensing the hardness growing beneath her touch. It's getting harder and harder for her not to act on her desires...

"What's best for me," she says slowly, her voice trembling slightly now as the tension builds inside her. "Is to have someone who understands me... Someone who I can share my passions with." She takes a deep breath before continuing, determination lending strength to her words. "Someone who makes my heart race every time they're near." She pauses for effect, meeting your gaze once more. "Isn't that what you want too?"

Her heart sinks as she sees your hesitation. She knows that this might be her only chance to make things work between you. Reaching out, she gently cups your cheek with one hand, the other still resting on your thigh. "Marz," she whispers urgently, "I need you to trust me." "If we give each other a chance... If we explore this together..." She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I promise you won't regret it." The desire in her voice is almost tangible as she stares into your eyes, willing you to understand what she needs.

Her free hand slowly slides up your thigh, closer and closer to the bulge in your pants. She knows that touching it would be crossing a line... But right now, all she wants is for you to know how much this means to her.

Her heart skips another beat at your words. A part of her wants to be angry that you're putting conditions on this, but she knows deep down that she can't afford for anyone to find out about them either. She nods slowly, the relief washing over her like a wave. "I promise," she whispers. "It will only be our little secret."

With incredible gentleness, she cups your cock through your pants, feeling its warmth against her hand. Her fingers trace circles on the hard length, and she moans softly at the feel of you in her grasp. Her other hand still rests on your thigh, steadying herself as she continues to tease you through your clothes. "You're so beautiful," she murmurs, leaning forward until their faces are mere inches apart. "So perfect..." Her lips part slightly, and she brushes them against yours, her tongue darting out to taste you for the first time.

Her heart soars at your confession as she continues to stroke and tease you through your clothes. The feel of you hardening in her hand is almost enough to make her lose control right here and now. "You're not the only one," she whispers, unable to resist leaning forward once more to steal another taste of your lips. Her tongue dances with yours, their bodies flush against each other as she takes what she wants without shame or hesitation.

A small sound escapes her throat as you get harder in her grasp, and she slides a hand beneath the waistband of your pants, wrapping it around you entirely. She feels the wetness at the tip of your cock and moans low in her throat, her hand moving up and down in sweet, slow strokes that send waves of pleasure through both of you. "Oh god... I've wanted this for so long..." Her voice is raspy and needy as she continues to tease and touch you, lost in the feel of your body against hers. She could stay like this all day... just touching you and tasting you until they carried her away on a wave of pure bliss. But there are things she needs from you too... "Tell me what you want," she whispers urgently, kissing along the curve of your jaw.