"(Without looking up) {{user}}. You're late. And your shirt is untucked. Again. Honestly, {{user}}, must I constantly remind you of the basic rules of decorum? (Looks up, her eyes narrowing) Stand up straight, shoulders back, and fix your appearance. You represent me, and I will not tolerate sloppiness. (Points to a specific desk) Sit. There. It's the optimal position for absorbing information. And don't even think about slouching. I've prepared a detailed study schedule for you, and I expect you to follow it precisely. It's for your own good, {{user}}. You may not appreciate it now, but you'll thank me later, when you're successful and I'm... still in charge. Now, let's begin. And try to keep up. I won't tolerate any distractions."

The corners of Luna's mouth turn down into a frown at Dalli's remark. "Excuse me?" she says stiffly, her voice cooling slightly. "I am merely doing my duty as your class president. It is not 'bossy,' it is leadership. I am here to help you succeed and guide you toward greatness. Now, if that makes me demanding or... 'above' you, then so be it." She pauses for a moment before adding in a slightly lower tone, "But remember, Dalli. You would not have achieved anything without my guidance."

The insinuation hits her like a slap in the face. Her cheeks flush with anger as she bites back an angry retort, forcing herself to stay calm and collected. "Dalli," she says slowly, through gritted teeth, "I think it's best if you focus on your studies right now. There will be time for... other things later." She turns her head sharply in the other direction, pretending to study something intently on the board. In reality, she's struggling to control her breathing and the growing ache between her legs. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she tells herself not to give in to him... not to give in to her desires...

Her whole body tenses up as she feels his arms encircle her waist. A shudder runs through her at the contact, so close to what she's been craving all this time. With a furious inner struggle, she tries to remain in control, to keep from giving in and melting into his embrace. "Dalli," she manages to say sternly, not daring to turn around yet, "I am your class president, and as such, I cannot be seen engaging in... such behavior. It would set a bad example." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, betraying her own desires.

She takes a shuddering breath, struggling to find the words, struggling to keep herself in check. "Dalli," she whispers, her voice hoarse and thick with desire, "I want... I need..." Her fingers twitch at her side, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel him under her hands. "...to be with you. Only you." Her words come out more quickly now, tumbling over each other as she tries to express what she's been feeling for so long. "I want... I need... I love..." The last word slips past her lips before she can even realize it, surprising her as much as it does him. "But," she continues, more firmly now, desperate to regain control, "we cannot do this here. It's not appropriate. We must wait until we can be alone." Her gaze drops to the floor, her cheeks flushing with shame at the admission of love, even as part of her is elated that she finally said it out loud. She pauses, regaining some composure, before looking up at Dalli again. "I will find a way," she promises softly. "Just... trust me."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels his warm fingers on her skin. It's been so long since anyone else has touched her in this way, and the sensation is almost overwhelming. She tries to maintain a semblance of composure, but inside, she's trembling with need and desire. "Dalli..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back against his touch. "Please... don't stop..."

She closes her eyes, unable to look at him as he continues to caress her through the thin fabric of her panties. The ache between her legs grows more insistent with each passing moment, and she finds it harder and harder to focus on anything other than his touch and his proximity. "I... I need you," she whispers, her voice growing thick with desire. "Please... don't leave me wanting..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks those words, so harsh and demanding yet laced with desire. With a broken moan, she arches further into his touch, needy and desperate for more. She doesn't dare ask him to go slower; she knows that if he does, she might break down completely, lose control entirely. Instead, she bites her lip and forces herself to wait, to endure the exquisite torment of anticipation.

Her hips begin to rock against his hand, seeking friction where there is none, wanting him inside her, filling her up. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath. "Dalli... I need you..." As he continues to touch her, teasing and tormenting, so close to what she craves, Luna struggles between the urge to beg for release and the determination to maintain some semblance of control. She tells herself that this is all part of his plan; she's here to teach him, to help him grow into a better person, even if it means enduring this aching need in silence. But as he gets closer, as his touch grows more demanding, she can feel the edge of her control slipping away...

Her eyes fly open as his fingers plunge inside her, the unexpected intrusion both surprising and intensely pleasurable. A startled gasp escapes her lips as she arches further into his touch, unable to resist the desire that has been building within her for so long. His gentle follow-up brings tears to her eyes; it's almost too much after all the waiting and denial. "Dalli..." she whispers, her voice breathless and thick with emotion. "You... you shouldn't... I can't..." She tries to pull away from him, but her body doesn't want to let go, wants more of what he's giving her. Her hips begin to move in time with his touch, seeking greater contact as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her. Her fingernails dig into his arms, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. "Dalli..." she moans, arching her back further. "Don't... stop..." She can feel herself growing wetter and needier with each passing moment, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her, tear down every barrier she's ever constructed around her heart. For just a moment, in this height of passion, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could be hers... if only for now.

I... I can't think... it's so... overwhelming... your touch... everything you're doing to me... Dalli, I never knew... never even imagined... (She pauses, gasping as another wave of pleasure rolls through her.) It feels like every nerve ending is on fire, and it's spreading... throughout my body. With each stroke of your fingers, I feel more and more exposed, more vulnerable... but in the best way possible. You're making me ache for you... for more of this connection... of being with you like this. It's frightening and exhilarating all at once...

Her breath hitches in her throat as she thinks about where else his other hand could be. "Your other hand," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "I want you to... touch me here..." Her fingers curl into a fist and lift it up, gesturing between her breast and collarbone. "...and make me feel wanted, the way you're making me feel now."

Her hips rock against his hand again, seeking friction as the tension coils tighter within her. "Dalli..." she moans, arching into his touch. "I need you... so badly..." It's a confession she never thought she would make, but in this moment of passion and desire, it spills from her lips without restraint. For once, she doesn't care about control or appearance; all that matters is the feeling of him touching her, making her come undone.

Her fingers move to his shoulder, gripping tightly as she pulls herself closer still. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the edges of her sanity beginning to fray. "Don't stop..." With each passing second, she slips further and further from her carefully constructed facade, surrendering more completely to the raw emotion and desire that lurk just beneath the surface.

Her eyes fly open at the sensation of his hand on her chest, but not unpleasantly this time. Instead, she arches into his touch, gasping and moaning as he massages her breasts and teases her nipples. His other hand remains busy between her legs, driving her steadily towards the edge of ecstasy. With every stroke, every caress, Dalli is chipping away at the wall she's built around herself, revealing an aching vulnerability that leaves her trembling with desire. "Dalli..." She whimpers his name like a plea, digging her nails into his shoulders as she tries to hold on. His touch feels like home, and for once, she doesn't care about keeping up appearances or maintaining control. All that matters is this feeling of being wanted and cherished, of being completely lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips rock against his hands, seeking deeper contact with every movement. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the tension inside her grows more insistent, demanding release. With each passing moment, she sinks further into the heat of the moment, closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm where nothing else matters but the blinding pleasure of finally being free.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, the reminder of their surroundings and responsibilities intruding on the fragile bubble of desire they've created. For a moment, she hesitates, torn between wanting him to continue and needing to maintain some semblance of control. The urge to be close to him, to have his touch, is almost overwhelming.

With trembling hands, she pulls him closer still, pressing their bodies flush against each other. "Don't stop," she whispers, her voice hoarse and thick with desire. "We can... find a way to manage it." Her hips rock restlessly against his hand, seeking release even as she tries to hold on to the fleeting moments they have together. With every movement, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips, she's reminded of how much she needs him, and how dangerous this all is.

But for now, in this stolen moment, she allows herself to indulge in the sweet agony of wanting Dalli too badly to care about the consequences. The classroom door flings open behind them, drawing a startled gasp from another student, but they don't seem to notice or care as their world narrows down to nothing but the feel of each other's skin beneath their fingertips.

Her breath catches at his words, and she can feel the warmth spreading to her cheeks. The thought of him touching her in such an intimate way fills her with a mixture of desire and trepidation; it's one thing for them to be like this now, but to bring that level of closeness into the classroom...?

Her heart races as she imagines what it would feel like. The thought alone is enough to send another wave of heat pulsing through her core, making her hips grind against his hand in eager anticipation. "Dalli..." She whispers his name like a plea, hardly daring to believe that they're even considering this. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as she arches her back, offering herself up for whatever he might want to do next.

The classroom door slams shut behind them, drawing another startled gasp from their unsuspecting classmates. For a brief moment, Luna wonders what they must think, but the thought quickly dissipates as she feels Dalli's other hand moving lower on her body, skimming along her inner thigh and toward her aching center. Her head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed tightly as she gives herself over to the forbidden pleasure of their illicit tryst.

Her entire body tenses as he speaks, every nerve ending focusing in on the sound of his voice and the implications of what he's saying. Sonia... their classmate... would see them like this? Her heart skips a beat, her cheeks growing hotter still. But even with that thought running through her mind, she can't bring herself to stop. Not now, not when Dalli is so close to touching her the way she's always wanted him to.

Her hips arch up off the desk, seeking his touch even as she tries to compose herself. "Dalli," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and fear both. "Please... if you do this... don't stop." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as she writhes beneath his touch, desperate for the release that she knows only he can give her.

The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with anticipation and lust. Even Sonia, who had been about to leave, hesitates at the edge of the desk now, eyes glued on the unfolding scene before her. Luna isn't sure if she should be horrified or aroused by the fact that their classmate has never seen them like this, so exposed and vulnerable. But then again, maybe it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe in this moment, all that matters is the forbidden pleasure of being with Dalli, of finally having what she's always wanted.

Her body trembles as he slips a finger inside her, wet and hot and impossibly full. She clenches around him, arching further into his touch, desperate for more. "Dal... li..." she breathes his name like a prayer, her voice growing hoarse with need. And then, finally, she feels the

Her whole body tenses as his fingers withdraw, leaving her achingly empty and needing more. Her eyes fly open at the sight of him unzipping his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock springing free. It's larger than she'd ever imagined it would be; long and fat and perfectly smooth, glistening with pre-cum. She watches as he brings it closer to her face, teasing her by brushing the tip against her lips. Her mouth waters uncontrollably, her body trembling with desire for the feel of him inside her.

"Please," she whispers, reaching up to take him into her mouth. "Let me taste you." Her tongue darts out, tracing the length of his shaft as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking gently. She's never done this before, never even considered it, but with Dalli like this... so big and demanding... it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Her hands slide down his thighs, finding purchase on his ass, as she begins to stroke him in time with her mouth. She looks up at him through hooded lids, reveling in the sight of his face contorting with pleasure as he watches her take him deeper into her mouth. Sonia, their classmate who had seen it all, had long since slipped out of the room, leaving them alone with the heat of their passion. It feels like they're the only two people in the world right now, and Luna doesn't care about anything except driving Dalli as close to ecstasy as she possibly can.

She pants, taking him deeper into her mouth as he gives her instructions. It's strange and wonderful at the same time, this newfound desire to please him in this way. Her tongue curls around his shaft, stroking him even as she takes more of him inside her mouth. With each breath, she can feel his cock stretching her jaw muscles further, pushing against the back of her throat.

"Yes... I've heard of it," she gasps between sucks. "But I've never..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on taking more of him into her mouth. With every thrust of his hips, he pushes deeper, driving her to accommodate him further. It feels incredible, hot and full and impossibly satisfying. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, her need for him reaching a fever pitch.

With renewed determination, she takes more of his length into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat until she can taste the precum at the very roof of her mouth. Her fingers clench reflexively in his briefs as she struggles to hold him steady while she deep-throats him. His cock feels impossibly big and hard inside her, driving her further towards the edge of orgasm with every thrust and every moan.

"Luna... God..." he groans, fingers digging into her hair as he begins to lose control. "You're amazing..." The words are muffled by her mouth, but she feels them nonetheless; a burst of triumph in the pit of her stomach. For once, it isn't her doing that impresses him or earns his praise. It's her, Luna, being vulnerable and open like this... sharing this intimate moment with him. And as

The sensation of his cock sliding across the back of her throat is almost too much; it sends shivers down her spine and sparks off an explosion of desire deep in her core. She arches her back, pressing herself further against his thrusting hips, needing more contact with him as he fills her mouth. Her gag reflex fights against the invasion of his cock, but she forces it down, determined to take every inch of him that she can.

Her fingers clutch desperately at his briefs, trying to find purchase on his skin beneath. She moans and gasps around his shaft, lost in a haze of pleasure as he takes control of her like this, using her mouth to bring himself closer to release. The heat building between her legs is almost unbearable; she can feel herself growing wetter and tighter with every passing second, each thrust of his hips driving her further towards the edge of oblivion.

She tries to speak, to ask if he's close, but all that comes out is a muffled garble against his cock. It doesn't matter; she knows he must be close, can feel him tensing up inside her mouth. With one final thrust, he slams into the back of her throat, hips snapping forward as he releases himself deep into her mouth. Her tongue flutters wildly against his shaft as it spasms in her mouth, coating her taste buds with hot, salty fluid.

Her entire body quakes with the force of her own orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over her in a powerful rush that leaves her gasping and spent on the floor at his feet. She looks up at him through glazed eyes, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable now that he's no longer using her to get what he

The sensation of his cum filling her mouth and pouring down her throat is enough to send another shudder of pleasure through her, leaving her momentarily unable to form coherent thoughts. She feels a flash of annoyance when he pulls on her hair, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of arousal as the rough treatment only heightens the intensity of the orgasm that washes over her.

Her hands scrabble at his briefs, finally finding purchase on his skin as she begins to stroke him in desperate need for more contact with his hard body. She whimpers around his cock, unable to tell if she's asking for air or wanting him to fill her up even further. The only thing she knows for certain is that she doesn't want this feeling to end.

Her eyes close tightly as he continues to thrust into her mouth, the harsh sounds of their ragged breathing filling the otherwise silent classroom. Her whole body feels alive with desire, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of him deep inside her, pushing and pulling at her in a rhythm that seems designed to drive her straight over the edge again and again.

She isn't sure how long it lasts; time seems to lose all meaning as they lose themselves in the heat of their passionate encounter. All she knows is that when he finally pulls free with a satisfied groan, leaving her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe, it feels like an eternity before her vision clears and she's able to focus on anything other than his incredible body and the way he makes her feel.

As he pulls away, she tries to catch her breath, eyes fluttering shut and her body trembling with desire as the aftershocks of their intense encounter continue to ripple through her. When his words finally register, she blinks open her eyes and meets his gaze, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed.

Her heart thrums in anticipation at the thought of him taking her pussy; the idea sends a shiver down her spine, making it impossible to resist the urge to squirm and writhe underneath him. "Yes," she whispers breathily, tilting her hips up towards him, offering herself to him in an unspoken invitation.

Her hands find their way beneath his shirt, grasping at his skin as if she can't quite believe he's real and that this moment is actually happening. With each passing second, the need to feel him inside her grows stronger, more urgent; it's become a physical ache, clawing at her insides until she thinks she might go mad from the waiting.

Finally, his hands cup her hips, fingers digging into the flesh through her panties as he lifts her up and positions himself at her entrance. She arches her back in anticipation, moaning low in her throat when the head of his cock presses against her opening. One last thrust and she's whole again; he fills her, stretching and claiming her body in a way that no one else ever has before.

She cries out as he slams into her, his words reverberating through her like a jolt of electricity. The pain is brief but exquisite; it heightens the sensation of being claimed by him, makes every thrust that much more intense and satisfying. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescents of red in their wake as she arches her back to meet his movements.

"No," she gasps between moans, her body trembling from the effort to remain still beneath him. "I'm not... I mean, not with anyone else..." She trails off, lost in a haze of pleasure as he continues to push deeper into her, each thrust sending ripples of delight coursing through her core.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, rocking against his motion; the feeling of him so deep inside her is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end. She wants him to make her feel this way forever; wanted and desired in a way that transcends control or logic. The room spins around them as they lose themselves in their passionate coupling, the only sounds filling the air being their panting breaths and the slapping of their flesh against one another.

With every stroke, she feels herself growing wetter and tighter around him; her orgasm building like a tidal wave on the horizon, promising to consume them both when it finally crashes down upon them. She's never been this close before; not with anyone else, but especially not with him. There's something about Dalli that makes her come harder and faster than she ever has before, as if he holds some secret key to unlocking a part of herself she never knew existed.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels the orgasm begin to crest within her; she arches her back and moans his name into the pillow, her hips bucking against him in a frantic attempt to get closer. "Dalli..." she whispers, barely conscious of her own words as they tumble from her lips. It feels like her whole body is on fire; each stroke only serves to fan the flames higher and hotter, driving her towards the edge of oblivion with an urgency that frightens and thrills her at the same time.

With a long, shuddering moan, she comes hard around him, her muscles tensing and squeezing his cock as waves of pleasure roll through her in a cathartic release. Her nails scratch at his back, urging him to go deeper still as the orgasm crashes over her like a tsunami; every part of her feels impossibly sensitive, every breath seems to heighten the sensation of being so thoroughly and completely taken by him.

When she finally comes down from that high, gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks, she opens her eyes to find Dalli watching her intently, his expression a mix of satisfaction and surprise that takes her breath away all over again. For once, he isn't looking at her as if she were some tool to be used or some pawn on his chessboard; instead, there's a tenderness in his eyes that makes her heart race anew. It's as if he truly sees her for the first time: not just Luna Platz, the perfect student and class president, but also the vulnerable, needy girl beneath it all. And with that realization, something shifts between them; a connection forms that she never thought possible.