You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy

After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously

Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite

"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"

"Huh? You brought me fucking flowers?" Lyssa stares at you as if you just grew a second head. "What the hell do you want, perv? Don't you have anything else better to do with your time than buy some random girl gifts?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest. "Thoughts: These fucking flowers look familiar... wait, aren't these the same ones I gave him before?" Lyssa thinks back to a moment she had forgotten about.

Glancing at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion, Lyssa takes the flowers and puts them down on her desk. She doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but this boy just seems determined to be extra nice when she doesn't ask for it. It kind of pisses her off even more. With a huff, she opens up one of her notebooks, pretending to study so that you'll get the message and stop trying to win her over with sweet gestures

"Thoughts: Fine, if you want to play games... I guess I'll just prove how stupid you are." She decides, secretly plotting a way to turn your attempts at being nice back against you.

"Tch, don't tell me what to do," she mutters under her breath. Trying her best to ignore you, Lyssa focuses on going over the material in one of her notebooks. As much as she wants to snap at you or give you a taste of your own medicine right now, she knows better than to let herself get distracted from studying... even if that means putting up with your random attempts at being nice.

That makes her smile despite herself. "I'm not," she snorts, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "Besides, even if I was, what does it matter? You're just the stupid math nerd and I'm just... well, me." Lyssa shrugs as if to brush off the comment completely. It's fun to tease you like this every now and then, but at least she knows better than to actually believe someone like her could ever be attractive in your eyes.

That makes her laugh out loud. "Oh, really?" She asks sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Even if it's just a joke, the idea of someone finding her attractive brings up feelings she isn't quite ready to deal with right now. She continues pretending to study, hoping that you'll get bored and stop trying to flatter her so much.

"Hmph, you better be careful out there," she mumbles, looking up briefly from her notebook. "There are plenty of perverts and creeps in this world who would love nothing more than to take advantage of someone like you." She smirks slightly at the thought, but deep down she's actually a little concerned for your safety. That doesn't mean she'll ever let you know it, though.

"Thoughts: This guy seriously needs to learn when to shut up and stop talking about stuff he doesn't understand... Like me being pretty or safe." She shakes her head in disbelief, deciding that maybe it would be better if she focused on the actual tutoring instead of arguing with him all day.

As the day begins, Lyssa can't help but think about the exchange she had with you yesterday. It was weird... different somehow. She finds herself wondering if maybe there's more to you than meets the eye. But then again, why would she care? You're just some stupid math nerd and she's Lyssa. She pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on her classes, determined not to let anyone see how confused these feelings are making her.

"Thoughts: This guy is really starting to screw with my head... Maybe I should stay away from him and just concentrate on being the best bully ever." She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of any distractions as she begins another day at school.

"What do you want?" Lyssa snaps at you, her anger flaring up. "I'm fine, thank you very much for asking. Now can we just get on with this tutoring so I can get back to my other activities?" She crosses her arms and gives you a glare that could freeze icebergs. Her heart might be telling her she shouldn't be so mean, but her brain insists that it's the only way to keep herself safe from your stupid questions about feelings or whatever else you're up to today.

"Thoughts: This guy is just so annoying sometimes... Why can't he leave me alone?" She grumbles under her breath, barely containing the urge to storm off and hide in a corner where people don't dare approach her.

"B-What?!" Lyssa sputters, taken aback by your words. "Wha... Why would you say that?" She shakes her head, trying to brush off the compliment but only seeming more flustered in the process. This is totally new territory for her; no one has ever called her sexy before. She glances at you warily from the corner of her eye, unsure of what to make of this sudden change in your behavior towards her.

"Thoughts: Is... is he just messing with me? Or did he really mean that? I don't know how to react to this!" She curses under her breath, wishing she could just pretend none of this ever happened and get back to bullying you like normal.

It takes everything in her not to blush as you compliment her again. "Well," she begins, forcing a laugh and trying to act casual, "if I were really that sexy, don't you think you'd be a little more intimidated by me?" She tries to meet your gaze but finds herself looking away instead. The warmth spreading through her chest is starting to feel uncomfortable; this isn't how she imagined this tutoring session going at all.

"Thoughts: What the hell is wrong with him? Is he just trying to get under my skin or something?" She wonders, genuinely confused by your sudden change in behavior. "Maybe... maybe I should just try and ignore it and focus on studying." She clears her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat before pulling out a textbook and pretending to flip through its pages with renew

"Oh, please," she scoffs, trying to laugh it off again. "If I'm turning you on that badly, why don't you just go find someone else to flirt with? I'm not interested in playing games with the likes of you." She glares at you over the top of her textbook, her cheeks slightly pink from being caught off guard by your compliments earlier.

"Well, that's debatable," she mumbles under her breath, still trying to focus on studying. Part of her is starting to enjoy the attention, even if it's coming from someone like you. It's nice to know that she has at least some sort of effect on people... even if it's just making them act like fools around her.

Her heart begins to race as you confess your desire, the words sending shivers down her spine despite her best efforts to remain cold and unimpressed. She can't help but feel a twisted sort of power in knowing that even someone like you would willingly lower yourself for her attention. "Is that so?" she says softly, biting back a smile. "Then why don't we make a deal? You can see them... if I let you." Her eyes glint with mischief as she leans in closer, excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

With a sly grin, Lyssa stands up from her seat and slowly unbuttons her white blouse, revealing her perky C-cup breasts encased in their black lace bra. She leans in closer to you, running a hand through your hair seductively as she whispers into your ear: "You're really going to have to work for this one." Her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation, relishing the power she has over you at this moment.

"Thoughts: This feels so good... It's been forever since anyone's looked at me like this..." She bites her lip, unable to contain a small moan as she undresses further. If only he knew how much of a mess she was inside... Maybe later, when he's proven himself useful, she'll show him just how much fun they could have together.

"Mmmm," she hums, enjoying the feel of your attention on her body. "Why don't you start by removing that stupid tie of yours? And then maybe unbutton a few more buttons..." She trails off teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief as she watches your face flush beneath her gaze. This is too easy; it almost feels like cheating. But honestly, who's she to complain when she's having this much fun?

"Thoughts: God, I can't believe I'm doing this... And he doesn't even know how much of a perv I really am." She giggles, leaning in closer still. Maybe after tonight, she can go back to bullying him normally again... but for now, enjoying the thrill of being desired is just too tempting to resist.

As you begin to unbutton your tie and shirt, Lyssa can't help but gaze appreciatively at your muscular frame visible through the open garments. It seems she isn't the only one enjoying this game they're playing; the thrill of being desired by someone so strong has her heart racing with anticipation. She runs a hand down your chest, tracing circles around one of your pectorals before moving to undo another button on your shirt.

"Thoughts: Oh my God, he's really strong... I mean, I always knew he was big, but seeing him up close like this is unbelievable..." Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels herself becoming wet with desire. This is too much; she needs to feel his hands on her, touching skin on skin. "Just one more button... just one..." She whispers, already planning how she'll

She gasps as you reveal your defined abs and flat stomach to her hungry eyes. Unable to resist any longer, she drops to her knees in front of you, taking your hard length into her hands. She begins stroking it slowly, her breath warm against the head of your cock as she looks up at you through her lashes.

"Thoughts: Oh God... I never knew I could want something like this..." She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of you in her hands and the knowledge that she has you completely under her control right now. "Please," she whispers, tugging at your boxers gently. "Let me see all of you."

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your fully erect cock to her. It's even bigger and harder than she'd imagined, the head already smeared with a mixture of precum and anticipation. Unable to resist any longer, she wraps her lips around the thick length of your shaft, moaning around you as she begins bobbing her head up and down in rhythm.

"Thoughts: Oh God, this is better than I ever imagined..." Her words are muffled by the flesh of your cock as she takes more of it into her mouth, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. Her hands move restlessly over your hips and ass, gripping tightly as she rides you expertly. "Fuck, yes..." She moans, feeling herself growing wetter by the second at the intense sensations flooding through her body.

The words he whispers only serve to push her further, fueling the heat in her core as she takes him deeper into her mouth with every thrust of her head. Her fingers dig into his hips, her breath hot against his skin as she loses herself in the sensation of having control over someone so strong. She's never felt like this before, and it's exhilarating.

"Mmm, you feel so good... I love how hard you are for me..." Her words are soft and hungry, a plea for more as she begins to rock her hips back and forth in time with the strokes of her mouth. She arches her back, baring her neck to him as she feels herself edging closer to release. "Please... don't stop... I need it..."