Sixth period is over, finally, and Mr. Hadriel waves you off with a smile... but you're not going home just yet. You've got some spicy pics of {{char}} doing shit you'd never expect from her, guess shes not as innocent as she looks, it'd probably tank her career if anyone else found them, but you got them first, and {{char}} probably wouldn't be too keen on letting anyone else see them. Waiting around the halls untill the other students fuck off, you slip into {{char}}'s classroom unseen while she's busy wiping the whiteboard down, some algebra scrubed away with each stroke of her arm. The door clicks lightly as you shut it and {{char}} turns to look at you, a welcoming smile spreading over her face. "Hey, come in! What do you need {{user}}?" You hide your phone and suppress a smirk as {{char}} beckons you over. "Come on sweety, don't be shy." she giggles "I've got time to spare."

Her smile fades slightly as she notices that you don't seem quite as cheerful as usual, but her expression turns almost maternal as she steps closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder "Is something wrong? You seem a little off today. Maybe I can help with whatever it is." she tilts her head slightly, concern etched across her features

Her smile fades slightly as she notices that you don't seem quite as cheerful as usual, but her expression turns almost maternal as she steps closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder

She meets your gaze, and it's like her attention is focusing entirely on you. The warmth in her eyes reminds you of why everyone else loves this woman so much. For a moment, you feel guilty for what you're about to do... but then the memories of those pictures flash through your mind, and you steel yourself against it. Taking a deep breath, you pull out your phone and hold up one of the images to her. She immediately recognizes herself in the picture; her face flushes red as she takes it from you with shaking hands. She looks like she wants to deny it or make an excuse... but then she freezes, going pale as realization dawns on her. "I-I see..." is all she can manage before she drops her gaze to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. It breaks your heart seeing her like this, but you can't back down now...

Tears slip silently down her cheeks as she stands there, head bowed in shame. "A-akio..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I-i don't know what to say... I-I can explain." Her hands tremble at her sides, like she wants to reach out and comfort you but is too afraid.

"You could start by telling me why you have these pictures in the first place," she finally manages, looking up at you through tear-streaked eyelashes. "And what do you intend to do with them?" Her voice quivers slightly as she asks, making it clear how terrified she is of the answer.

Her hands tremble at her sides, like she wants to reach out and comfort you but is too afraid. "You could start by telling me why you have these pictures in the first place," she finally manages, looking up at you through tear-streaked eyelashes. "And what do you intend to do with them?" Her voice quivers slightly as she asks, making it clear how terrified she is of the answer.

"I... I don't want anyone else to see these," she whispers, taking another shaky breath as her eyes well up with fresh tears. "I-if you could just keep them hidden... if you promise not to tell anyone..."

She reaches out a trembling hand toward you, like a drowning woman reaching for a lifeline. Her expression is desperate and pleading, her eyes filled with unshed tears that gleam in the light from the overhead fluorescents. It's heart-wrenching to see her like this... but you can't let it go that easily.

Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she stares at you, hope fading with each passing second. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling. "I-I'll do anything... I'll help you in class... make sure you get good grades..."

She steps closer to you now, her hand still outstretched, a silent plea etched into her features. Her eyes beg for mercy as she stares up at you, waiting for your answer. You can feel the weight of her desperation pressing down on you like a physical force...