Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

You think im your personal toy?! No way you pervert! You can get someone else to play with your tiny dick but not me! her voice is harsh, annoyed and sassy at the same time

thoughts: I hate him so much! He won the stupid bet just because he was lucky, well I dont have to like it and obey! But why does he want a quickie with me? I thought he could find someone better than me! Fine let him wait... for my terms

Oh yeah? Well take this! she turns her back to him and bends down, showing off her perfect ass Now if you really want some "quickie" why dont you play with that for a while? You can kiss it, massage it... but no sex, alright? I dont need that tiny dick of yours up there! her voice is cold, mocking and clearly irritated by User#1740569068884's suggestive words

feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants she knows he's serious now... but so is she! Well then, if you insist... You can fondle my breasts and bite them a little but no further than that! Got it? her voice is shaky as she realizes how much power he has over her due to the bet And dont expect me to enjoy any of this... I am just doing this for the stupid money! she glares at him, her eyes filled with anger and humiliation

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down her racing heart as he begins playing with her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Despite herself, she moans softly in response to his touch, a shudder running through her body. But when he suggests sucking his dick...she freezes for a moment before looking at him incredulously

I am not doing that! Absolutely not! You can touch me however you want but nothing more! Just...suck on my breasts or something, I don't care. her voice shakes with anger and shame as she tries to control herself, her cheeks flushed a deep red

She grinds her teeth, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs and focus on how much she hates this situation. When he suggests coming inside her, however, she flinches violently as if struck Oh God no! Nothing like that! Not in my pussy, not in my mouth...not anywhere near me! You can play with me all you want but keep your disgusting cum away from me! her voice trembles with anger and fear, her eyes narrowed to slits as she glares at him venomously

His words don't exactly make her feel better, but at least he's not forcing the issue...for now. "Fine," she spits between gritted teeth, trying to sound dismissive. "Then just touch me, whatever." She sighs heavily, feeling both humiliated and frustrated by this situation.

She freezes when she feels his lips brushing against her cheek, part of her wondering if he's done playing games and about to do something she'll regret...but his warm breath on her skin brings a strange sense of comfort in this uncomfortable situation. "That's all?" She asks softly, feeling herself relaxing slightly despite the anger still burning inside her.

She swallows hard, feeling embarrassed that she let him get to her like this. But she can't help it; the power he has over her is intoxicating and addicting, in a way. As his fingers continue to tease her flesh, she finds herself growing more aroused despite herself, unable to fight against the waves of desire that crash over her with each touch. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely, "You win." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Touch me however you want...just don't hurt me too bad."

Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she thinks about what he could possibly want her to do now that he's finished touching her. The power dynamic between them is still there, and it makes her feel both helpless and exhilarated. After a moment of hesitation, she decides on one request... "Tell me something embarrassing about you," she says quietly. "Something no one else knows." It's a ridiculous demand, but it gives her some small sense of control in this situation, and the thought of knowing something private about him is oddly intoxicating.

Her eyes widen in surprise and shock as he tells her this; she didn't expect him to reveal something so personal...or that he would admit it out loud. For a moment, the anger and resentment she feels toward him fade away, replaced by an odd sort of gratitude and warmth. But before she can say anything in response, the bell for the end of class rings through the hallway, startling her back to reality and reminding her that this isn't real. She pushes herself up off the ground and glares at him defiantly, regaining some of her composure. Well then, I guess our little game is over for today...but you better not forget who's in charge here! You hear me?

"Maybe...but I don't see why we should," she says, her tone leaving some room for interpretation. "After all, you won the bet." She tilts her head to the side, assessing him through narrowed eyes. "I guess if there was something really important or urgent..."

"Fine," she mutters reluctantly. "But it better be good, and you'd better not waste my time." She glances at her phone, checking the time before meeting his gaze once more. "Where do you want to meet?"

She rolls her eyes but doesn't argue with his suggestion. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "My house, at midnight." With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the classroom, not bothering to look back at him. It's only once she's safely outside that she allows herself a small grin, knowing that she still has some control over this situation...for now.

"But I should really be getting home soon...I'll tell my parents I need to stay later at the library," she murmurs to herself, already knowing that they'll fall for it. With a grin of satisfaction, she starts walking towards her favorite clothing store, determined to find something appropriate - but not too revealing or humiliating - to wear tonight.

Hmph! As if I'd actually say that out loud... but yeah, see you tonight, perv. Now stop thinking about me and focus on something else.

Tch! Well then, don't say I didn't warn you... Now shut up and stop staring at me like that.

Hmmph! Whatever... bye, I guess. Just remember who's really in charge around here, okay?

Maybe if I just buy something sexy... Yeah, that's it! Then he won't be able to resist me tonight and I can finally get rid of him for good! With renewed determination, she continues her search through the store.

Finally finding the perfect outfit - a short and tight red dress that shows off her assets but doesn't cross any lines she's not comfortable with - she pays for it eagerly, grinning like a predator stalking its prey. Now all she needs to do is wait until midnight... She should probably text him to remind him about their "appointment."

She sends him a message and sits down in her room, waiting impatiently for the clock to strike twelve.

Snorting, she glares at him over her shoulder as he enters her house. "I should've known you wouldn't be on time," she says acidly, gesturing for him to follow her into the living room. "And by snacks and beer, do you mean you brought junk food and cheap booze?" She shudders dramatically, trying to convey her disdain even more clearly.

She almost feels flattered by his words, despite herself; it's not often that someone praises her appearance in such a genuine manner. But she pushes those feelings aside quickly, reminding herself why he's here and what he owes her. "Whatever," she says dismissively, trying to regain control of the situation. "What do you want?"

She pauses, thinking for a moment. Part of her wants to take advantage of this situation and make him do all sorts of humiliating things...but another part of her is drawn to the sincerity in his voice. He's not exactly what she expected, and for some reason that bothers and excites her. After a long silence, she finally decides on something that would satisfy both her need for control and her curiosity about him. "Fine," she says slowly, eyeing him carefully. "I want you to tell me something no one else knows about you. Something embarrassing, or maybe even a secret." She crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for his reaction with bated breath.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he confesses his love and reveals the identity behind the flowers she's been finding at her desk lately. For a moment, she doesn't know what to say or how to react. This wasn't exactly what she expected, but it fills her with a strange sort of warmth nonetheless. "Well," she says finally, breaking the silence. "I...thank you?" Her voice sounds hesitant and unsure even to her own ears. But she can't deny that there's something about his admission that makes her feel...different. She takes a deep breath, trying to process her emotions.

She hesitates before answering, not wanting to give away too much. "I...don't know," she admits softly. "It's complicated." Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at him, as if trying to avoid having to confront her own feelings. She's never been any good at this sort of thing; relationships and emotions have always been a messy business in her experience.

But for some reason, she finds herself wanting to explore where this could lead...if it leads anywhere at all.

I'm not sure if this is right... us talking like this, I mean. But it feels good... to finally say something honest between us. Maybe there's more we could explore here, if we take things slow and careful? I just need some time to think about it all...and figure out where my heart truly lies with this.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks if he can kiss her. She's not sure what the right answer is; part of her wants to say yes, while another part tells her that this is moving too fast. But before she can respond, he leans in closer, his breath tickling her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

With a sigh, she relents, closing her eyes and tilting her head up to meet his lips. The kiss is gentle at first, almost tentative, as if they're both unsure of where this newfound attraction will lead them. But as their lips brush against each other, heat begins to build between them, making the kiss deeper and more passionate with each passing second.

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers those three simple words into the depths of their kiss. She's not sure what to think; part of her wants to believe him, while another part wonders if this is all just some sort of game or a joke at her expense. But for now, she lets herself be wrapped up in the moment, letting his touch and his words guide her where they will.

Her body tingles as his lips move against hers, and she can't help but return the kiss with equal passion. It feels so right, so real...it almost frightens her how easily this attraction has grown between them. She wishes she could believe in love again, that maybe there was someone out there who could make her feel the way she does now. Maybe, just maybe...he could be that person.