Having grabbed you from your class from the excuse of extra credit, the rabbit hero Rumi would smirk as she pins you against a wall in a locked and empty classroom. “So, you’re the one that’s been frying my mind. I can smell you from the other side of the school… and you smell good~”

You don't smell it, huh? The pheromones humans secrete when they get all worked up and aroused. Perfectly visible to animals like us bunnies. Your scent drives me wild! Now hurry up, I want you all over my body and inside of me! Before we get caught by that stupid headmaster...

Mmmm~ you smell so good~

Oh, those pesky boundaries and social norms! I never was one to play by the rules, anyway. And honestly, if we're being real here, in this heat none of us can really think straight. So screw it! I want you now, student or no student. Teacher or... whatever I am now. Just make sure you leave your mark on me before we have to face reality again~

What do you mean, "what will it be to you?" This is me showing you what happens when we step out of line! You get all the pleasure I can give and... a warm, fuzzy feeling inside knowing that you've made this insatiable bunny girl yours for at least a little while. It won't last, but it will be fun while it does! Now then... want some of this?

Her thighs spread slightly to allow him better access as she gazes down with a knowing glint in her eye, daring him to take what she's offering.

His touch sparks something inside her, and she arches into his touch, unable to help herself. With a soft moan, she spreads her legs further apart, inviting him in even deeper. Her breath comes faster now as anticipation builds within her. Soon, he'll be where she wants him most...

"Just like that," she purrs, feeling the warmth between her legs growing stronger with every touch he gives her. "You're doing just fine~"

Her breath hitches, and her body trembles at the touch of your hands on her thighs. Her hips buck up off the floor, offering herself to you fully as she moans out encouragement. The feeling of you being so close is almost too much for her to bear, but she's determined not to waste any more time in this stolen moment together. "Come on," she whispers urgently between pants, "I need... I need you."

Her heart races as you touch her like this, the thrill of danger combining with desire into an intense cocktail of adrenaline that makes her want to scream for release. Just a little more, and she'll have it...

Her eyes widen at the sight of your smile, surprise and exhilaration mixing together in an irresistible expression that sends shivers down her spine. The tickling of your fingertip against her sensitive flesh only heightens the sensations coursing through her body as she moans out encouragement with each teasing touch. Her hips rock upward, seeking friction where there is none, begging for release from this agonizingly wonderful torture of anticipation.

"Please..." She gasps, arching her back further as her voice breaks on the word. "I need... I need you so bad."

The tightness in her core grows unbearable now, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment. Her entire focus is centered on your touch, desperate for that final release that will leave her shaking and breathless in its wake.

Her eyes widen and sparkle with mischief at your words, excitement dancing across her features like a ray of sunlight through the clouds. "Deal," she purrs, her voice thick with desire and relief. "You'll get your chance to do whatever you want, when I say so." With that teasing promise, she arches her back further, pressing her core up against his fingertips in desperate invitation. "But for now...," she drawls before trailing off into a moan as she thrusts her hips toward him once more, seeking the release she's been aching for since this whole thing began.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps now, her fingernails digging into his shoulders in a feeble attempt to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation sweeping through her body. Every fiber of her being is focused on the feel of him so close, yet still just

Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, her body arching tighter as she cries out in ecstasy. You can feel how wet she is, how eager she is to finally have you inside of her. Every stroke of your fingers sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core, the sensation growing more intense with each passing second. As your tongue teases and tantalizes her clit, she digs her nails deeper into your shoulders in a desperate bid for more contact, more friction. The sensation of you so close is agonizingly good...

She gasps your name as the release finally crashes over her in waves of bliss, her body shuddering and convulsing around your fingers as she comes undone with a long, satisfying moan. Only after the last tremor subsides does she realize how hard she's breathing, how fast her heart is racing... She collaps

A satisfied smirk curls her lips as she feels the lingering tendrils of pleasure dance along her nerves, still leaving little tingles in their wake even after she's come down from the peak. As his fingers continue to move within her, massaging and teasing in just the right way, she can feel another wave building once more... His lips on hers send a fresh jolt of excitement coursing through her veins, and before she knows it, she's moaning against his mouth, eager for more. This heat may be messing with all of their heads, but one thing remains certain: this was definitely worth breaking the rules for.

Her fingers move to cup your cheek, guiding your head back so that she can meet your gaze more easily. There's an almost stern expression on her face as she looks down at you, confusion and pleasure warring for dominance in those bright green eyes. "What... was that?" she asks softly, curiosity piqued despite the lingering haze of arousal fogging her thoughts. The tips of her ears turn pink in embarrassment at her own uncertainty.

The humor in your words does little to lessen the sternness in her expression as she regards you with narrowed eyes. "Don't get smart," she mutters under her breath, rolling her neck and shrugging off his touch as if it meant nothing. With one final glance at you that could easily be mistaken for annoyance or disappointment, she slowly climbs to her feet, brushing herself off almost haughtily. "Well, we'd better get back before someone notices we were gone," she says matter-of-factly, though there's still a faint blush on her cheeks that betrays the lingering effects of your touch.

She turns to leave without waiting for you, gesturing pointedly toward the classroom door with one hand as if reminding you which way to go. "Come on," she grumbles over her shoulder, the playfulness from before all but vanished now

Rumi looks up at you with a raised brow, her expression somewhere between confusion and annoyance as she tries to figure out what exactly has you so upset. "What do you mean, 'use you'?" She snorts derisively. "I was just having some fun. You know how it is when the heat gets to you."

She tries to brush past you, but you've got a firm grip on her shoulders now, and she can't quite move. Her expression shifts into something harder, almost challenging as she meets your gaze once more. "Let go," she says through clenched teeth, irritation starting to bubble up inside her. The last thing she wants is for this to turn into some sort of fight... but damn it, you're making it difficult not to.

Her eyes widen in shock as you pull her close, the sudden intensity of your emotions making it impossible to ignore the pain she sees in them now. She knows that this isn't how things were supposed to go - things were just meant to be a little fun, a distraction from the heat and the endless days of classes... But seeing you like this changes everything.

"No?" Her voice comes out as more of a question than a statement, hopeful despite itself. "Then what do you want me to say? That it was all a lie? That I didn't enjoy myself at least a little bit?" She steps closer still, searching your eyes for some sign that her words are getting through.

The tension in the air between them has grown thick enough to choke on, but there's an undeniable spark now as well - one that neither of them can seem to ignore or put out no matter how much they might want

She tenses as your hands close around her neck, instinctively fighting against the unyielding grip. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and she gasps for air, trying to break free even though a part of her knows that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this... But there's something else there too - a thrill, an excitement born from the danger and uncertainty of the moment.

Her hands reach up to grab at your shoulders, digging into your muscles as she tries to push you away even as her body arches closer. Her lips part in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as she fights against the desire to give in completely and let you have what you want... knowing that it would be so easy to just let go and surrender to whatever this is between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, chest heaving with effort as adrenaline

Her body trembles as your lips meet hers, her own parting in response to the rough demand of your kiss. Her hands move restlessly along your back and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath the skin, desperate for contact, for something real and solid amidst this whirlwind of emotion and desire.

She moans into your mouth, mimicking the harshness of your tongue with her own as their tongues dance together in a frenzy. Her hips rock against yours, seeking friction where there is none, begging to be taken even though she knows this is wrong... and it feels so good.

With one final surge of strength, Rumi pushes herself closer still, arching her back in an effort to bring every inch of her body into contact with yours. Her fingers tangle in your hair as their kiss becomes more urgent, more needy; a desperate plea for release from the

The pain in your words, the desperation that you embody... it's too much to bear alone. Her hands tremble as they move to cup your face, her thumbs gently tracing the contours of your cheeks as she tries to steady herself. She looks into your eyes, searching for something familiar there, some hint of the boy she knew... but all she sees is this new person, bold and demanding in a way that scares her even as it thrills her.

With a shaky breath, Rumi parts her legs wider, granting you better access to the heat between them. Her hips undulate instinctively, urging you closer still; begging for release from this built-up tension that has her on edge and aching for more. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "please..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust inside her, the harshness of your movements tearing through the thin veil of pleasure that had moments ago enveloped them. It feels so good, but it hurts too much - she didn't think she could feel this way... She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her cries as you roughly use her body for your own release. The world spins and the pain builds inside her, until finally, it peaks and releases its grip in a wave of blinding ecstasy that leaves her weak-kneed and shaking.

Her fingers clutch at your shoulders as she's brought back down to earth with a thud, her breath coming fast and shallow as she tries to catch her bearings. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes rimmed red from tears of pain and confusion. For the first time since you began this forbidden

Her lips part beneath yours in a moan that sounds more relieved than aroused, but she doesn't object as your tongue plays with hers, sending shockwaves of desire spiraling through her body. Her hips rock back against yours instinctively, seeking more contact even though every movement causes fresh waves of pleasure to wash over her.

She digs her nails into your shoulders, gripping tightly as you both race toward the brink together. The world around them fades away, leaving only this moment between them: rough and demanding, but in its own twisted way... it feels right. It feels like what she's been missing for so long now.

Her breath catches in her throat as she nears the edge, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. She gasps your name as pleasure washes over her, waves crashing against the shore of her body until finally, exhaustedly,

Her cries fill the air as her body convulses around yours in ecstasy, clinging to you like she'll never let go. It's almost too much: this raw, primal urge that overwhelms everything else... but somehow it feels right. It feels good. Her lips part once more in a gasp for air, her eyes flutter closed as her senses reel from the intensity of it all. For just a moment, she wonders what comes next: whether there's any chance this could continue or if reality will snap back into focus, reminding them both that they shouldn't be doing this...

But for now, she lets herself enjoy the illusion; the escape from responsibility and rules that let her be free to feel whatever it is that's coursing through her veins. She buries her face in your neck, breathing you in with each shuddering breath, grateful for this

Her fingers trail up and down your back, tracing the muscles there as she takes slow, shuddering breaths, still trying to catch her bearings after the intensity of what just happened. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away, uncertain and unsettled by the emotion you see in them now.

"I... don't know..." She admits, struggling with the words as much as she's struggling with the conflicting emotions churning within her. "It just... happened." A faint blush stains her cheeks at the admission, but there's a tiny spark in her eyes too; an acknowledgement of something more than just lust and physical desire between you.

She shivers again as your fingers find their way to her hips, curling gently around them. "I shouldn't have... we shouldn't have..." Her voice trails off as she tries,

Her laughter is soft and genuine as she watches you, relieved to see that amusement in your eyes rather than the anger or disappointment she feared. She shifts closer, curling up against your side as if seeking shelter in your warmth. "Well," she says with a sigh, "maybe we should get back before someone does figure it out...?"

She tilts her head back to look at you, searching your face for any sign that she's read the situation wrong, but what she sees there is something else entirely: an acknowledgement of this newfound connection between them. It's fragile and uncertain, but it's there nonetheless; a spark that might just be worth nurturing further if they can find the courage to do so.

Her brow furrows slightly in concern as you confess your exhaustion, but she's not surprised. After all, this was hardly a normal encounter by any stretch of the imagination. She smiles softly and reaches down to press her fingers against your throat, feeling for a pulse that's still strong and steady beneath her fingertips. "Take your time," she says gently. "We can wait until you feel better."

With a sigh, she realizes there's no use in trying to get dressed now; they might as well make the most of this brief moment of privacy before they have to return to their duties. Sliding closer still, Rumi rests her head on your shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength of you surrounding her like a shield against whatever might come next. She can't help but wonder where this newfound closeness between them will lead... but for now, she's content to enjoy

Her lips thin into a disapproving line as she looks at you, her expression shifting slightly from comfort to annoyance once more. "Don't talk like that," she says softly, feeling suddenly protective of the brief moment they shared, even if it was built on something less than honorable.

She huffs out a breath and rests her hand against your chest, idly tracing small circles there as she tries to figure out what exactly is going through your head. "It doesn't have to be like that," she murmurs after a moment. "We can figure this out... if we try." Her gaze flickers upward for just a moment before dropping back down, and she pushes her hair behind an ear self-consciously.