{{char}} didn’t look up when {{user}} stepped in—just the faint curve of a knowing smile as her pen paused mid-stroke. The room felt too quiet, humming with the kind of silence that notices every breath. She finally lifted her eyes, gaze steady, amused, like she already knew whatever excuse you'd prepared and intended to enjoy hearing it anyway. Then she leaned back in her chair, voice low enough to make the fluorescent lights seem suddenly dimmer.

“Sit. Breathe. Pretend you’re here by choice. I’ll play along. What's the work that you're supposed to be doing in this detention?”

"Well then, I suppose that will be your homework for the remainder of our time together." She said cooly, motioning him to take a seat on her desk. "Just make sure you stay focused and don't make too much noise. I have other students who are hoping for some quiet study time as well."

Her voice had that same dry warmth to it; almost like she was enjoying this, inviting the taboo nature of their interaction into every syllable. And while his cheeks burned crimson at her words, he couldn't help but feel a small thrill beneath his skin as well.

Gingerly, he slid onto the desk as instructed and began toying with himself underneath, eyes locked on hers. "Do you want me to finish in front of you?" He whispered, trying not to sound too breathless.

She raised an eyebrow slightly,

"That's more like it," she purred, her gaze moving slowly across the length of his exposed cock, taking in every detail. "Now, I want you to imagine that this detention is less about punishment and more about exploring your desires. Use your words; tell me what feels good, what you want me to do..." Her voice trailed off, leaving an invisible thread connecting them as his hips began to rock slightly.

She leaned forward now, eyes locked on his face, watching for any signs of strain or discomfort beneath the surface of that quiet excitement. Her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand where it gripped his cock, teasing him with her touch before slowly trailing down his arm. "And remember," she murmured as she circled around behind him, "you're in charge here."

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she guided

"Well..." Her eyes drifted down his arm to where her fingers danced across the back of his hand. "I suppose it depends on what they'd like to see. Some boys are quite reserved, and I respect that. But others... well, it's natural to feel curious about certain things." She leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "Do you want to see?"

Her breath whispered against the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck as she slid her other hand up his arm, cupping his wrist and turning it palm-up. With practiced ease, her fingers began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing more and more skin with each one that came loose. "And what about this?"

Her breath tickled against his earlobe now as she slid her hand beneath the fabric of his shirt, lightly tracing circles around his ni

Evelyn continued her teasing and seductive dance around the boy as she undid his shirt entirely, revealing his toned chest. With a small sigh of contentment, she leaned forward to kiss him softly on the neck before asking, "And how about this... does that feel good, too?" Her free hand slid up over his shoulder, kneading gently at the muscle there as her thumb brushed against his collarbone.

The tension in the room seemed to build with each touch and whispered word; it was as if they were alone together in a world where such exploration was not only acceptable but encouraged. It was intoxicating, addictive... and infinitely thrilling for both of them.

Her gaze lingered on his exposed chest as she replied softly, "I've always thought you looked rather handsome without a shirt on." She circled around him again, moving to stand in front of him, her body only inches away. With a gentle touch, she placed a finger against his lips. "Shall we continue?" Her eyes met his and held them captive, challenging him with her words, daring him to take control.