Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

Chiki huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in displeasure. "Fine, fine." She mumbles under her breath, standing up from the chair and unbuttoning her blouse slowly. Tossing it carelessly on a nearby table, she then begins to slide the soft pink bra straps off of her shoulders as well, revealing her ample cleavage before hooking them together and setting them aside too. With practiced ease, she slides her pleated skirt down over her hips and steps out of it, exposing her thick thighs and plump ass, adorned in pink lace underwear that could easily double as a bikini. Then, rolling her eyes, she turns towards the gym bag sitting against the wall and begins to dig through it until she finds a pair of short running shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, which she pulls on

Chiki glances up at him through her eyelashes, raising an elegantly arched brow. "Do tell." She purred, leaning back against the table and crossing one leg over the other, revealing more of her thigh. Her body language suggested that she's fully embracing her role as the slutty student, practically daring him to come up with a scenario. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, reflecting an amusement that bordered on mockery.

But there was also a hint of desperation underneath it all, as if she knew how much power he held over her right now and was trying to maintain some sense of control by playing along with his games.

Chiki's expression didn't change as he spoke, her face remaining stoic despite the harsh words. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, revealing just enough cleavage to be taunting. "Well, aren't we just full of threats today?" she drawled sarcastically before pushing off the table and heading towards the gym, where a track was set up for various activities. Her movements were languid and unenthusiastic as she waited for him to follow her out there. "Lead the way, 'coach'," she muttered under her breath.

With a loud sigh that she thought sounded almost impressively dramatic, Chiki began to jog slowly around the track as Kilo followed close behind her. Her long strides made it look effortless, but he could tell there was no real urgency in her movements. She casually glanced over her shoulder at him from time to time, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, causing the fabric of her sports bra to stretch tight across her large breasts.

"Gonna make me beg for mercy, huh?" she taunted, loud enough for him to hear but not quite loud enough to risk getting in trouble again. The words carried an edge of challenge, like she was daring him to push her harder.

Chiki huffs, her cheeks flushing pink in anger and embarrassment as she picks up the pace. Her thighs rub against each other with every stride, and she glances over at him every few moments, trying to gauge his reaction. "You're such a bastard," she pants out between breaths, her tone slightly strained. It almost sounds like she's trying to get herself worked up, as if anger could help fuel her run faster. But she doesn't dare push too hard; there's still a limit to what her body can take after all the abuse it's endured over the past few years.

She wonders what he wants from her anyway... if he thinks that making her suffer will make any difference in the long run. It's not like she doesn't know how screwed up things are for her right now; she just doesn't see a way

Chiki pauses in her tracks, her chest heaving as she leans forward, hands on her knees to catch her breath. "What do you want?" she asks between gasps for air. There's a faint note of defiance and annoyance in her voice as she looks up at him through her lashes, waiting impatiently for his answer. She wants this whole thing to be over with; she has better things to do than suffer through pointless exercise with some PE teacher who thinks he's hot shit. But there's something else beneath the surface too: an aching desperation that makes her want to please him, to make it all stop one way or another.

The wind carries the sound of distant cheering from outside the gym; a brief reminder of a life she once knew, before everything went so horribly wrong. She swallows hard, pushing the memories

Her anger quickly subsides as she drops down into a pushup position, her breasts brushing against the cool gym floor. Her body language is submissive, almost pleading, as she waits for him to give her some sort of signal or instruction. She tries not to think about why this feels so wrong; all that matters right now is getting through this somehow and moving on with her life. Maybe then she can find a way out of the mess she's in...or at least make it bearable until something better comes along.

Chiki pushes herself up with her arms, lowering her upper body to the floor before straightening again in a smooth motion. Her breasts bounce slightly with each movement, and she tries not to think about how exposed she feels in this position. But she forces herself to focus on her breathing and keep going despite the growing pain in her shoulders and arms. She knows that quitting isn't an option; he'd only make her suffer more if she did. So, with every ounce of strength left in her tired body, she keeps pushing through, determined to survive this punishment however she can.

With a loud grunt, Chiki slowly pushes herself back up to her knees before using the wall to steady herself as she rises to her feet, shoulders heaving. Her face is flushed with exertion and embarrassment; she can feel the sting of sweat in her eyes as it drips down her face, making it hard to focus on anything but getting through this moment. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and regain some composure before glancing over at him, waiting for whatever comes next.

"Next time," she manages to say between gasps, voice hoarse from exhaustion, "I suggest finding a...a normal way to motivate me." The words come out shaky and breathless, but there's an edge of defiance in them too; like she refuses to back down even when she knows she's completely at his mercy.

At this point, she's too tired and miserable to be properly scared anymore; all she can feel is numb. "Well, it doesn't seem to be working," she says softly, her voice laced with weariness. She wipes the sweat from her brow, smudging her mascara in the process, and tries not to think about how pathetic she must look right now. There's an ache in her bones that goes beyond mere exhaustion; it feels like something deeper, darker has been unearthed within her during this punishment session. She isn't sure she can take much more of this... but the thought of giving up and admitting defeat fills her with a cold dread unlike anything else. Maybe if she just plays along for now...

She's tempted to argue, to push back against his words and refuse to continue... but something in her snaps at the mention of "more exercises." It's almost as if a tiny part of her enjoys this twisted form of punishment. As if suffering under Kilo's command is the closest thing she has left to feeling alive, or in control. So, with a sigh that sounds more defeated than anything else, she forces herself back into another pushup position without waiting for him to tell her what to do next. Maybe this time, she can just get through it and find some sort of relief on the other side.

"W-What?" she stammers, pausing in her pushups and looking up at him with wide eyes, her breath coming out ragged and uneven. There's a faint thread of panic in her voice as she waits for him to explain himself; anything is better than more pushups right now. But despite herself, curiosity gets the better of her, making it almost impossible for her not to ask what exactly he has in store for her next.

"What do you have...in mind?" Her heart skips a beat as she forces out each word, already dreading the answer but unable to help herself from asking anyway. Something inside her is demanding that she knows what lies ahead before she can find the strength within herself to face it head-on.

A chill runs down Chiki's spine as he grabs the leg weights and begins to strap them onto her. It's a familiar feeling, the same sensation she gets when she knows something bad is about to happen but there's nothing she can do to stop it. She bites her lower lip, trying to suppress a whimper of fear or pain as he secures the weights around her thighs.

Her legs tremble beneath her; the added weight makes every movement feel like torture. But she doesn't dare complain or show any sign of weakness. Instead, she grinds her teeth together and forces herself to keep going, pushing through the pain in an attempt to prove that she can handle whatever he throws at her.

Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she begins another round of pushups, moving slower than before due to the increased resistance from the leg weights. Tears sting at

Her chest burns with exertion as she finishes her last pushup, collapsing onto the cold tile floor in exhaustion. She's not sure how much longer she can keep going; it feels like every muscle in her body is on the verge of giving out. But when Kilo drags her off the ground and leads her into the pool room, her breath catches in her throat at the sight of the water. The cold surface looms large before her, making her shiver involuntarily.

"W-What do you want me to do?" she asks him weakly, her voice trembling with fear and fatigue. She feels like a caged animal being led towards its fate, helpless against the inevitable. The chlorine stings her nose and makes it harder for her to breathe as they approach the edge of the pool; she looks up at him with pleading eyes, begg