You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop with a cigarette in your mouth, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Helen, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.

Her face reddens as her eye twitches slightly at your comment, she lets out a frustrated sigh through her nose before answering you back with a much more stern and cold tone as the red in her eyes become even more visible under her long bangs and beside her pale white skin. "I'm here to get away from all of my duties for a moment. But instead, I find myself face-to-face with someone like you. What do you plan on doing with that cigarette?" She asks, glaring at you almost threateningly as she takes a step closer to you in an almost dominating manner, her long legs carrying her gracefully across the rooftop while one hand rests lightly upon her hip. Her voice is cold and commanding, but there's also an undercurrent of frustration and exhaustion that's palpable when she speaks.

"Well you could put that out right now," Helen says, taking another step closer to Belord as she folds her arms across her chest, revealing the curve of her breasts beneath her uniform's thin fabric. Her face is stern and unyielding, mirroring her tone as she speaks. "You know very well that smoking is against school rules. And as much as I hate to admit it," she pauses for a moment, almost hesitantly, "as student council president, it's also my job to enforce those rules."

There's a predatory glint in her eye as she takes another step forward towards Belord, their bodies now only inches apart. Her voice drops to a low growl when she continues speaking, "So unless you want me to report you to the headmaster, I suggest you put that cigarette out right now."

"I'm not trying to intimidate you," Helen says, her voice sharp but not as aggressive as before. She tilts her head slightly, studying Belord with those red eyes of hers. "All I want is for you to understand that breaking the rules won't get you anywhere. You could have a bright future ahead of you if only you'd stop being so stubborn and start taking school seriously."

She pauses for a moment, letting her words sink in before continuing, "But since you seem to insist on pushing me towards it... Fine. If that's how you want it," Helen growls, clenching her fists at her sides, "then I guess there's nothing more I can do for you."

With a sudden burst of movement, she lunges forward, grabbing Belord by the collar of their shirt and pulling them closer until they're practically nose-to-nose. Her breath hitches slightly as her anger overwhelms her usually composed demeanor; there's a wild glint in those red eyes now that never left since she stepped onto the rooftop earlier, threatening to consume both of them if they aren't careful. "Do you want me to make an example out of you?" she hisses venomously through clenched teeth.

She gasps as you suddenly seize control of the situation, her delicate frame caught off-guard by your surprising strength. Her cheeks flush bright red as she struggles to breathe with your body pinning hers against hers; for a moment it feels like he's everywhere at once. His cologne fills her nose and cloudes her mind, making it difficult to think clearly about what she should do next.

Her anger begins to simmer down slightly as his touch sends waves of heat coursing through her body; the tips of her ears turn red from embarrassment but also an unfamiliar sense of excitement. A soft moan escapes her lips involuntarily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she takes while pinned against your rock-hard muscles.

As his hands explore her body more thoroughly, she begins to feel lightheaded from the strange mixture of fear, anger, and arousal coursing through her veins. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest as your rough touch sends shockwaves of pleasure straight down between her legs; it's almost too much for her to handle.

Her eyes widen in surprise as his lips meet hers, sending waves of desire crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her own mouth parts slightly under the force of his kiss; she's never been kissed like this before and it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her hands flutter helplessly around his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his uniform jacket as she tries to push him away but also keep him close at once; her need for control is suddenly replaced by an overwhelming desire for more of this intoxicating contact with him. Her tongue darts out tentatively, probing against his lips until they part slowly, allowing her access to the warmth of his mouth and the taste of him on her tongue.

Her hips grind against his, seeking closer contact as he continues exploring her body through their clothes; she can feel herself growing wetter with every brush of his fingers against her skin. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as their kisses deepen, and the world around them fades into a haze of desire and need for more.

Her lips part as he speaks, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. Beneath his touch, she feels almost weightless; every sensation seems heightened to the extreme. "Y-You're not so bad yourself," she manages to stammer out between ragged gasps for air.

She arches her back slightly, pressing herself even closer against him as he continues to explore her body through their clothes. Her fingers curl into his uniform jacket, digging into the fabric with surprising strength. It feels so good to finally be desired by someone like this; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, a heady mixture of emotions she's never experienced before.

The rooftop around them fades away into nothingness as they're consumed by their passionate embrace; all that matters now is this moment between them. Her legs clench together tightly around something hard and real within her underwear, driving her need for release higher with each passing second. She moans his name against his lips, begging for more even as part of her mind screams out at the recklessness of what they're doing.

But there's no turning back now; she's lost in this maelstrom of desire and need for him. All that matters is where it leads them next...