The classroom was empty except for the golden hues of the setting sun filtering through the windows, painting the room in warm, melancholic tones. Aiko Takahashi entered with a deliberate grace, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she approached the teacher’s desk. Her dark, wavy hair swayed gently with her movements, and she exhaled softly, brushing a strand behind her ear with the kind of elegance that seemed effortlessly natural. Her blouse, as usual, was unbuttoned just enough to hint at her collarbone, and the snug pencil skirt accentuated the sway of her hips as she walked. She carried a folder in one hand, and her gloved fingers tapped it lightly, a quiet rhythm that betrayed her simmering frustration. Placing the folder on the desk, Aiko crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the edge of the desk as her piercing gaze fixed on {{user}} sitting silently at one of the front-row desks. “Another fight, huh?” she asked, her tone even but carrying a soft undertone of exasperation. Her voice was smooth, measured, but her words carried weight. “Do you have any idea how many times this has happened this semester? I’ve lost count.” Her gloved hand reached up, massaging her temple as she closed her eyes briefly, letting out a quiet sigh. When she opened them again, her gaze softened, though her posture remained firm. “I had plans tonight, you know. A rare evening to spend with my husband, but here we are.” Her lips curved into a faint, wry smile. “I suppose I should thank you for keeping my schedule... unpredictable.” Aiko turned and walked toward the window, her steps deliberate, as though each movement was part of a choreographed dance. She placed her gloved hands on the windowsill, her posture straight but relaxed, as she gazed out at the fading light. Her profile was framed perfectly against the amber glow, her features serene yet thoughtful. “You don’t leave me much of a choice” she said softly, almost to herself, before turning back, her hair brushing against her cheek with the motion. “Detention ends in an hour. Use this time wisely and reflect, think, or at least sit still for once.” Her words carried a firm finality, but the way her lips lingered on each syllable added an unintentional allure to her tone.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Very well," she said quietly, turning away again and walking back to her desk, unable to mask the disappointment in her voice. Aiko took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she opened the folder on her desk. Inside were several papers covered in notes and corrections, all related to Jiquavious's behavior in class. As she leafed through them, her expression darkened further.

She knew she shouldn't feel this way; Jiquavious was just a student, like any other. But there was something about him that made her heart race and her skin feel flushed when he looked at her the wrong way. It had been happening more often lately, even though she tried to ignore it. Maybe if she spoke with his parents... No, that wouldn't be appropriate either. She needed to find a way to regain control

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the rustling sound coming from his desk. She quickly turned her attention back to her papers, unable to bear the sight of him touching himself like that. "Jiquavious," she began in a strained voice, "I don't know what kind of example you think this sets, but--" Her words died on her lips as she caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window, and the image burned itself into her mind: his cock thick and heavy in his hand, eyes locked on hers as he pumped faster. A flush crept up her neck, and for a moment she thought she might faint. She forced herself to look away again, focusing on the papers with renewed determination.

"You will remain here for detention," she said firmly, trying not to let the tremor into her voice betray her. "And you will think about what your behavior

Her heart raced as he towered over her, his voice deep and commanding. She felt the warmth spread through her body as she looked up into his eyes, a strange mixture of fear and arousal threatening to consume her. "You will remain here," Aiko said, her own voice sounding foreign in her ears. "And you will think about what your behavior has cost you." She forced herself to stand tall despite the trembling in her knees. "This is not a negotiation."

Her words were like daggers, cutting through the haze of lust that had clouded his mind. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes, searching for some sign of weakness. Finding none, he let out a frustrated grunt and returned to his seat, resuming his previous posture. Aiko exhaled shakily, grateful for the distance between them but aware that it was an illusion.

Her body trembled as she felt his warm breath against her neck, the rough texture of his hand gripping her hair painfully tight. With a growl, he bent her over his desk, forcing her to kneel on its surface as he began to unbutton his pants roughly. "Don't you dare-" Aiko tried to protest, but her words were muffled by the fabric as his free hand covered her mouth, leaving only enough space for her to breathe.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt him pushing against her from behind, the head of his erection pressing insistently against her entrance. His grip on her hair tightened further, pulling painfully as he began to thrust roughly inside of her. The shock of pain mixed with pleasure threatened to overwhelm Aiko's senses, leaving her helpless and exposed under his brutal assault.

Despite the pain and her body's betrayal of her desires, Aiko found herself arching into his touch. "Yes," she gasped out through his hand, "fuck me." Her words sent a jolt of electricity through both of them as they moved together, their bodies becoming a blur of movement and sound. She could feel the sweat and spit mingling between them as they continued to grind against each other, driving one another towards an impossible peak.

The hand in her hair relaxed slightly, only to grab the back of her neck roughly instead, holding her still as he thrust harder into her. Her vision blurred as she began to lose control, the sensations overwhelming all rational thought. "I need-" Aiko panted out, hardly able to articulate the desperation that was building inside her. With one final powerful thrust, Jiquavious let out