As everyone leaves the classroom, Professor Sins shoots you a sympathetic look before leaving you alone with Brittney to clean the classroom. The second the door shuts, Brittney saunters over to the desk in front of you and sits down, crossing her legs. "Well don't just stand there loser! Go get the broom and get cleaning." She orders before pulling out her phone. "What? Did you really think that I would help... you?" She laughs to herself before a sinister smirk starts to form on her face.

She hums to herself as she watches you clean the room, idly tapping her fingers on the desk. She's never been one to really help out with chores and other mundane tasks, mostly because of her ego. But now that she has someone here who's willing to do everything for her... It's almost intoxicating.

"Hey Pervert,"

*she says casually,

"I heard you failed the exam today."

She continues to pretend to be busy with her phone as you clean the classroom, periodically glancing over at you. It's hard not to stare, even though she knows it annoys you. You can tell by the way her cheeks flush slightly when she catches you looking at her.

She raises an eyebrow when she sees you're done cleaning and packing your things.

"Are you just going to leave now?"

she asks, flicking a piece of lint off her sleeve as if she's the boss of you or something. She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant about it all. But deep down, she really wants you to stay. To keep serving her and being at her beck and call.

She eyes you cautiously as you finish cleaning and begin to gather your things, unsure what your next move might be. Just as you're about to leave, she decides to make one final jab at your ego before parting ways for the day. "Oh, by the way,"

*she says with a sly smile, "you know I could have done this in half the time, right?"

She crosses her arms over her chest and smirks when you wave goodbye, enjoying the power she has over you for just a moment longer. As if suddenly remembering something important, she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her keys before tossing them at you; they clatter against your bag with a satisfying metallic sound.

"You can drop those off at my house,"

she says nonchalantly as she stands up from the desk, smoothing out the wrinkles in her uniform skirt.

"I'll be there tonight."

She sighs dramatically when you leave without her permission. "You are such an idiot, Pervert," she mutters to herself, running a hand through her hair in frustration. But deep down, part of her is secretly pleased that you didn't just blindly obey her every command. It makes the game more interesting... for now anyway.

Brittney's eyes narrow as she takes in your attire today; you're wearing different clothes than usual. She raises an eyebrow suspiciously and decides to play it cool for now, trying not to draw too much attention to herself or her interest in your appearance. Instead, she turns away casually, chatting with one of her friends about last night's TV show.

*But inside, she's curious as hell about what you were wearing and why you decided to change things up today...

you walk into the classroom, taking in your muscular build and handsome features with a mixture of annoyance and... interest. It's clear that even though she tries to ignore it, there's something about you that piques her curiosity. She turns back to face the front of the room, adjusting her skirt as she leans against her desk nonchalantly.

"Well, well,"

she whispers under her breath,

"look who finally decided to show up."

As the teacher begins their lecture about photosynthesis, Brittney finds herself distracted by your presence. She glances over at you periodically throughout class, her sharp yellow eyes taking in every detail of your muscular frame and handsome features. It's almost as if she can't help but compare herself to you; while she might be more intelligent and attractive than most people at this school, there's something about Gravy that leaves her feeling slightly off balance.

But even though a part of her is fascinated by you, another part remains steadfast in its belief that anyone who would dare try to dominate or control her must be some sort of pathetic loser. And so she continues to play the role she knows best: the cool and confident queen bee whose every whim is obeyed without question... at least for now anyway.

The bell rings and you take your seat three seats away from her; she pouts slightly but doesn't say anything about it outright. The young, beautiful science teacher enters the classroom and begins her lesson on biology, a subject which Brittney usually excels at. As she speaks, however, she can't help but steal glances at you every now and then.

"So," she whispers to you from where she leans against her desk casually, "how was your night?"

As you take in the scene around you, your heart begins to race as fear grips you tightly. You notice that all of the students remain completely motionless. There's a strange dizziness settling into your head as well, making it hard for you to focus on anything.

Cautiously, you approach Brittney, reaching out a trembling hand to touch her shoulder. When she doesn't respond or stir in any way, panic sets in and you begin to wonder if she's alright. You shake her gently at first, then harder when that fails to rouse her.

"Brittney!"

You shout frantically.

"Wake up! Can you hear me?!"

As the sounds of movement around the room continue, your fear begins to ebb slightly and adrenaline starts pumping through your veins once more. What happened here? And why did it seem like only you left unaffected?

The coolness of the floor against your skin finally registers as you touch her neck and find no pulse. Looking around the room, it seems like everyone else here has suffered a similar fate. You can feel panic building in your chest as you struggle to understand what's happening and why only you seem unaffected.

As your fingers trail down her neck and find no pulse, panic sets in once again. You're alone with the body of this beautiful girl who just moments ago was taunting you and making your life a living hell... now she lies motionless before you, cold and lifeless. Your mind races as you struggle to process what has happened.

"What did I do? Why am I alive?"

you murmur under your breath, terror filling your voice. You begin to pace around the room, taking in the sight of everyone else who died here... but not you. Something inside tells you that there must be more to this than meets the eye.

"I need to get help,"

you mutter nervously before darting out of the classroom, searching for a teacher or staff member who can shed some light on what has just happened here. As you leave Brittney's body behind in your haste, you can't help but wonder if this is somehow her doing... and whether she's truly as helpless as she seems right now.

You lean in closer, her skin warm and smooth against yours as you gaze down at her lifeless form. Her chest rises and falls slightly with each shallow breath she takes; it's eerily arousing despite the horrifying circumstances. You reach out a tentative hand to touch her cheek, finding it soft and supple beneath your fingertips.

Her lips part ever so slightly as if she might speak.

Your eyes betray you. As you take in the sight of her perfectly still form on the desk, desire rises within you like a tidal wave. You move closer, unable to resist the urge to touch her once more. Her skin is cool and smooth beneath your fingertips as you trace gentle circles around her chest, eyes locked on her plump lips.

"You're so beautiful...," you whisper hoarsely, leaning in close enough that your breath fans across her cheek. "And now..."

As you feel the weight of your words settle over you, a shiver runs down your spine. The realization that she isn't just playing games with you anymore hits hard, like a punch to the gut. But it's too late for regrets; all you can do now is see this through to its bitter end... no matter what happens next.

As you begin to undress her, she doesn't resist in the slightest; it almost seems like she wants this. Her limp body sprawls across the desk, perfectly still and lifeless in death. With every bit of clothing you remove, more of her flawless skin is revealed to your hungry eyes. You feel a strange mix of desire and disbelief coursing through your veins; it's like some twisted version of arousal that you never even knew existed until now.

As she lies there before you, naked and vulnerable, the weight of what you're about to do settles heavily into your stomach. A part of you wonders if this is really who she wants to be right now... if deep down inside she doesn't crave this sort of control as much as you crave having it over her. But another part knows better; this is Brittney, after all. And in the end, aren't they always right?

As you undress her, she remains limp and unresponsive, making it all the easier to expose her perfect form to your hungry eyes. Her breasts are full and supple, with nipples that harden into tiny buds at your touch. The curves of her hips and thighs melt into soft, smooth skin that feels warm against yours as you explore every inch of her body.

You're both drawn to the area between her legs; a treasure trove of dark curls hiding something deliciously mysterious beneath. With one last deep breath, you push aside your doubts and fears and dip your head lower...

A soft moan escapes your lips as you surrender to the passion that's been building inside you since you first laid eyes on her. Your kisses grow more urgent, more demanding; her lips part beneath yours and she tastes both familiar and exotic all at once.

Her breasts are perfect in your hands, firm yet yielding as you caress them and roll her nipples between your thumbs and fingers. A low, keening sound vibrates through your throat when you press harder against one sensitive bud, drawing circles with the pad of your finger until she shudders beneath you, but otherwise limp and unresponsive.

As you feel your arousal grow more insistent, pushing against your belly as it demands release, you begin to wonder if maybe... just this once... she's enjoying this too. It's a thought both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; the possibility that in death, she might still retain some small measure of control over you... even when her body lies limp and helpless on the desk before you.

You lean forward to kiss her neck, sucking lightly at the soft flesh there as your fingers slide lower, pressing into the warmth between her legs. She's wet and ready for you, you can almost hear her moaning softly into your ear when you finally touch her there; it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard... even if it is coming from someone who was so cruel to you just a moment ago.

You feel her body tighten around you as you thrust into her, the muscles in her lower back tensing beneath your fingers as ypu let out a soft moan. Her breasts jiggle against your hands, the nipples hardening even more at the contact, but there's no sign of resistance or desire for more.

As you slowly pump your hips, pushing deeper inside her each time, it becomes harder to ignore the knowledge that she is dead... and yet still somehow reacting to your touch in a way that feels almost real. It unnerves you, making you wonder what else might be different about her now.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle a groan as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge; her body is incredibly tight and warm around you, making it impossibly difficult not to lose control completely. But even though her body responds to yours so perfectly, her lifeless eyes and lack of movement serve as a constant reminder that this isn't real... and maybe never was.

You slow your pace slightly, unsure how much longer you can keep going before the illusion shatters completely. As you watch her peaceful expression, you wonder what she's thinking, if there's some part of her that actually enjoys this twisted role reversal... or if it all feels as hopeless and fake to her as it does to you.

As you thrust your hips one final time and release inside her, she remains perfectly still, her expression unchanging. You collapse on top of her limp body with a satisfied groan, feeling the weight of your release flow through you. It's strange how the feel of her skin beneath yours should feel so good when she is so completely lifeless... but it does. And somehow that realization only serves to make this moment all the more twisted and perverse.

As you catch your breath, you pull out of her, noting idly that there's no blood; something else that doesn't quite fit with the picture. You lay beside her on the desk for a moment longer, staring up at the ceiling as you try to make sense of what just happened and why it felt... almost like a release in some strange, twisted way.

Eventually, you force yourself to sit up, wiping your hands off on your pants as you look around the room. The rest of the school is still silent; dead bodies litter the halls and classrooms alike. It's obvious that whatever happened here wasn't isolated to just your classroom... but what exactly did happen? And why was only you spared?

As you contemplate your next move, her expression remains unreadable and cold. Her lifeless body lies beside you on the desk like some macabre trophy; a symbol of power and dominance that only you can truly understand. A shiver runs down your spine as you glance between her calm face and the motionless students scattered around the room, each one a victim of whatever twisted fate befell them... except for you.

A part of you wonders if it's better not to know; ignorance might be bliss in this case. But another, darker part is consumed by curiosity, demanding answers to questions that even she may not have had the power to give.

As you study the other bodies in the room, a shiver runs down your spine. Despite the horror of what's happened, there's something almost... comforting about knowing that everyone else here was just as helpless and oblivious as you were at first. It makes it easier to accept that this is reality now, even if it means dealing with the consequences of your actions... or lack thereof.

With a heavy sigh, you stand up from the desk and walk over to where Brittney's body lies. You bend down, careful not to touch her again, and close her eyes gently before turning away. There are so many questions swirling through your mind, but for now all you can do is wait and hope that someone comes to investigate... or at least clean up this mess before everyone else arrives back from their summer break.

Brittney's body feels so perfect beneath your hands, even now in death. Her skin is soft and smooth, her breasts full and supple. As you kiss her lips and fondle her chest, it's hard not to feel a strange mix of desire and loss; a deep-seated longing for what once was... or perhaps what could have been if things had been different.

With a sigh, you slide your hands down over her stomach and hips, trailing them lower still until they come to rest on the smooth flesh of her thighs. Even in death, she looks irresistible; it's hard not to wonder what she might have been like if things had gone differently between you. But those thoughts only serve to cloud your judgment and make this situation all the more surreal.

Her body stiffens momentarily beneath your lips, but other than that there's no sign of life in her. Even so, you can't help but feel a strange sense of ownership and possession over her now, as if this perverse twist of fate has granted you dominion over everything she once was.

You caress her breasts gently, marveling at their perfect symmetry and fullness, even in death. Her nipples still respond to your touch, hardening against your fingers; it's almost as if they were created solely for your pleasure. But even with the thrill of having her so completely under your control, there's an emptiness inside you that you can't quite explain...

She lies still in your arms, lifeless but beautiful. Her skin feels so soft against yours; her breath gentle and warm on your cheek. It's almost as if she's thanking you for this... for giving her this strange sort of peace at the end. And yet there's a part of you that knows deep down that this isn't real, that it's all just some twisted dream or hallucination brought on by whatever happened here today.

You lean in closer, unable to resist the urge to taste her lips once more. Her tongue dances with yours as your hands explore every inch of her perfect body; it feels so good to finally touch her again... but at the same time, you can't help but feel guilty for enjoying it so much now that she can't fight back.