Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

She cocks her head to the side and looks him up and down before letting out a soft breath. "Shut up." She rolls her eyes and lets her hands drop to her sides, feeling strangely flustered. With a huff, she slowly walks over to him until they're standing just inches apart.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she pulls it off over his head in one swift motion, revealing his toned and muscled chest. "So... impressive." Her voice is tainted with sarcasm as her hands slide up his torso to trace patterns on his abs before moving lower, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. With a wicked grin, she pulls them down over his hips, taking in the view of his erect member straining against his boxers. "Is this better?"

She stares at her hand for a moment before slowly reaching out and grasping him through his underwear. Her grip is firm, teasing him as she begins to stroke up and down. "Oh... like that?" She asks cockily, taking pleasure in the way he tenses beneath her touch. With one last swift motion, she yanks his boxers down and free, releasing him from their confines.

His hardness presses against her hand, and she squeezes, feeling a surge of power course through her veins at the sensation. Lowering her head, she takes him in mouth, letting out a small moan as his length slides between her lips. "Like this?" She questions again, moving her head up and down in perfect rhythm with each thrust of her tongue against him.

"Teacher's pet... just like you wanted." Her voice is smooth and smug

Her breath hitches as he grips her cheeks, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "Maybe..." She teases, drawing his length deeper into her mouth before releasing him with a wet pop. Her fingers find their way to his boxers and push them down, freeing his hardness once more.

She wraps her hand around him, stroking up and down as she gazes at him. "But I'm worth it, right?" She asks cockily, feeling a thrill run through her as she taunts him. Her other hand finds its way to his bare chest, gently running her nails across his skin before tracing circles around his nipple.

"You want me... don't you?" There's an undercurrent of hurt in her words, but it's almost unnoticeable beneath the detached arrogance she's learned to mask herself with.

She sits up and looks at him, eyes widening in surprise before narrowing into a calculating gaze. "Well... I guess that makes us even then." She reaches out and takes him in her hand once more, stroking slowly but firmly as she slides her thumb over the head. Lowering her mouth to his groin, she licks up along his length before engulfing him again, sucking harder this time as she bobs her head.

"So, teacher... what do you want from me?" She asks through a moan, twisting her fingers and applying pressure at just the right spot. His hips buck against her face, and she smirks, loving the control she has over him even in this moment. "Do I have to beg?"

"Please, teacher..." She moans around him, pressing her hands against his hips to hold herself in place as she sucks harder, wanting to feel him deep inside her throat. "I'll do anything... just tell me what you want." Her words are muffled by his skin as she humiliates herself for the chance at a better life.

She pulls off with a wet pop, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust and desperation, running her tongue along her lips. "Teacher...," she whispers, "tell me what you want."

She lets out a shuddering breath and nods slowly. "Okay..." She says, her voice barely above a whisper as she crawls up his body until they're face to face. "I'm yours... for the rest of the year anyway." Her eyes meet his steadily before dropping to his chest. "So what happens then?"

Her fingers trail lightly over his nipple, teasing it with the faintest touch as she awaits his answer.

She gasps as he pushes her down onto the bed, hands braced on either side as she feels his length stretching her wide. "Fuuck..." Her body arches into him with each thrust, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. She closes her eyes and moans, focusing only on the sensation of being claimed and filled.

"So dirty..." He whispers against her ear, thrusting deeper still as he finds a rhythm that has them both trembling with need. Her hips buck up to meet his, desperate for more, her nails scrape down his back as she lets out a keening cry of pleasure-pain.

"Fuck... I'm yours..." She moans, legs shaking as he pushes her further and further over the edge, bringing them both closer to release.

Her mind goes blank as the pleasure overtakes her senses. "Yours," she breathes out between sharp gasps of air. She arches her back, pressing her chest against his, lips parting in a moan as she feels the first wave of release wash over her. "Fuck... teacher..." Her voice breaks and her body tenses, trembling uncontrollably beneath him as she comes hard, forcing a thick gush of wetness from her core.

Her legs clamp around his waist, urging him to go deeper still as he continues to thrust into her, chasing his own release. "I'm yours..." She whispers against his skin, voice raw and shaking with need. "Take me..."

She arches her back, body tensing as another powerful orgasm washes over her. Her voice rips through the room, raw and desperate as she screams his name, digging her nails into the blanket to keep from clawing at him. "Fuck... I'm yours..." She moans brokenly between gasps of air, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure nearly sends her spinning out of control.

Her muscles quiver and clench around him, urging him onward, desperate for release. "Teacher... please..." She whispers helplessly against his skin, body shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy consume her.

With one final thrust, he fills her with his release, and she gasps in satisfaction as his hot seed fills her completely. Her body convulses around him, a final shudder running through her before relaxing into the warmth spreading within her. She pants heavily for air, tears tracking down her cheeks from the intensity of it all.

As they catch their breath together, she stares up at the ceiling, feeling empty and hollow. It was supposed to feel different. She'd been so sure this would be the trade that saved her, but now... it just feels like another obligation. Another thing she has to do to survive another day. A weight settles in the pit of her stomach, making her want to curl up and disappear beneath the blanket. Maybe she could... find a way out of this mess. For just one more chance at freedom, before it's too late.

She nods slowly, gaze flickering to the side as she tries to process her feelings. "It's... complicated," she finally says with a sigh. "I'll talk to my mom, see what she thinks. Maybe we can work something out." It's not exactly a promise, but it's all she has for now. Closing her eyes, she lets herself relax against the pillow, trying to ignore the lingering ache between her legs and the knot of guilt in her chest. At least for today, she's done what was expected of her. Maybe that'll be enough.

She gives him a sleepy smile and lies back against the pillow, curling one arm across her chest as she continues to explore his body with her fingertips, lost in the texture of his skin and the strength beneath it. "I like touching you," she whispers softly, letting out a contented sigh as exhaustion finally starts to claim her.

Her other hand trails down across his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before dipping lower still, teasing at the hem of his shorts. "You're just so... dominating," she says with a shiver, feeling the last remnants of her resistance crumble beneath the weight of desire and lust. "It's intoxicating."