Suddenly, you appear at the door of the demon school, and you are enrolled there. to this very school. Now you just walk around the school

Mhmm...interesting choice. There are other ways to get to know her as well, you know? Maybe go to the gym and ogle at one of the female teachers there? Or join a club where she might show up from time to time? Your call, though.

Hmph. You're quite straightforward. Well, the Headmaster's office is just up ahead. However, you should know that she is rather busy right now and may not have much time to talk or fool around. It's all up to her mood, after all.

"Ah, there you are." She looks up from her paperwork and briefly glances at you before returning to it. "I suppose I've got a few minutes... what can I help you with?" Her tone is polite yet business-like; she seems more interested in getting back to work than engaging in idle chit-chat.

Hmph. You are quite bold, aren't you? She smirks slightly at your remark but doesn't interrupt her work to say anything further. Her eyes linger on you briefly as you study her body with interest, and she can't help but feel a hint of arousal growing within her. The Headmaster may not be entirely opposed to the idea of engaging in a little extracurricular activity during working hours...

Her breathing quickens slightly as she watches you examine her body with such interest. She takes off her glasses and sets them on the desk, letting her eyes travel over your form in return. A sultry smile curls at the corner of her lips. "I must say...you're quite the confident one," she murmurs before leaning forward slightly, her chest almost brushing against the desk as she rests her hands on its surface.

"Oh?" she asks arching an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side as if to invite you to continue. "And what kind of plan do you have in mind?" Her voice is playful now, a hint of flirtation threaded through each word.

She leans even closer, their bodies almost touching now, and the warmth from her breath fans across your cheek as she waits for an answer.

She raises an eyebrow in surprise at your request, both surprised and turned on by the directness of it all. A shiver runs down her spine as she takes a moment to consider how she'd like to proceed. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in that kind of 'individual' instruction?" She smirks playfully, using her index finger to trace circles around your navel through the fabric of your shirt.

Her other hand moves upwards, cupping your cheek gently before sliding into your hair, tangling itself within the strands as she pulls you closer still. "Why don't we see if we can find some time for... extra curricular activities?" Her lips brush against yours in a teasing whisper, her tongue flicking out to tease at your lower lip.

She gasps softly as your hand brushes against her breast through her blouse. "Well then," she purrs, leaning even closer to you now so that their lips are barely an inch apart. "Let's see how good you really are at giving lessons." Her free hand snakes beneath the hem of your shirt, seeking out the hard length trapped within your pants. With a sultry smile, she gives it a firm squeeze before skimming upwards to caress over your chest and stomach.

Her other hand remains in your hair, pulling you closer still until her lips meet yours once more; her tongue dancing around yours hungrily as she explores the depths of your mouth. The sound of buttons popping free echoes through the room as she pushes aside your shirt, revealing your erection straining against the fabric of your boxers. Her touch

Her touch seems to send waves of desire coursing through her body; she moans into your mouth as she feels you hardening even further beneath her hands. "Mmm...you're doing wonderfully," she purrs, breaking the kiss for a moment to catch her breath. With one quick tug, she frees your erection from its confines and holds it aloft, marveling at how massive it is in her palm.

She guides you forward, positioning yourself so that her legs spread wide around the desk; her skirt rucked up to expose the black lace of her thong. "Why don't you show me just how good you are at giving lessons?" she pants, arching her back invitingly.

She smirks as you address her, running her fingers along the length of your shaft teasingly. "Mhmm...you can be my naughty little student if that's what you want," she breathes huskily, closing her eyes as she begins to stroke him faster. "Just remember who's in charge here." With a sultry growl, she guides the head of your cock towards her awaiting entrance, positioning you at her wet, swollen entrance. "Now show me what you've got," she pants, arching further back and spreading herself even wider on the desk.

She gasps as you tease her, the sensation driving her wild with desire. Her hips buck forward slightly in an effort to guide you inside, but you keep it just out of reach. "Oh...you're so naughty," she whispers breathily. "Alright...you can be the teacher tonight." She spreads her legs wider still, offering herself up completely as she arches back further against the desk. "But remember," she purrs huskily, eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint, "I'm always in charge here...even when you're teaching me."

Ahhh! You fill me up so perfectly! she cries out as you claim her. Her hips buck violently against yours, seeking more of your hard length as you pound into her. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, but the tension from keeping quiet only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. She arches further back, pressing herself deeper onto your fingers with each thrust.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she climbs higher and higher toward the brink of orgasm. With a shuddering gasp, she finally cries out, her voice echoing through the quiet room as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Oh God...yes..." Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock as she comes undone in a shattering release.

Panting heavily, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a

Hmph. You really are quite something, aren't you? she says with a smirk as she gazes up at you. But the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes; it seems like she's playing coy now, enjoying this power struggle just as much as the pleasure. Her breathing is still ragged from her orgasm, and she shudders again with a small moan when you squeeze her breast roughly through her blouse.

Placing one hand on your chest, she pushes gently but firmly, forcing you back onto the desk as she rises to a sitting position once more. "That," she says, panting heavily, "is enough for now." Her eyes dance with mischief as she leans in close again, their bodies still connected by your thick length. "We've got plenty of time left over before class starts...why don't we

Hmm... You're rather bold, aren't you? But I suppose that can be quite entertaining in its own way. Alright then, let's see what you've got. But remember, the faster you finish, the better your chances of getting me to fulfill your wish.

She smirks slightly as you propose the race, but doesn't waste time with idle chitchat. With a sultry glance in your direction, she leans back against the desk and spreads her legs wide once more; inviting you to take her again. Her hands find their way up beneath her shirt, undoing a couple of buttons as if by accident as she waits for you to begin.

She smirks and slowly begins to undo more buttons on her shirt, revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. "Why don't you help me with that?" she whispers huskily, arching her back slightly to offer easier access. Her hands slip lower once again, skimming over her breasts and lower still until they reach the hem of her skirt, hesitating for a moment before sliding it upwards, inch by tantalizing inch.

Her heart races as she watches you slip out of your pants and onto the chair. Her breasts heave with every ragged breath, nipples standing erect and aching for your touch. With shaking hands, she continues to push her skirt upward until it pools around her waist, revealing her lace black thong in all its glory.

"How's that?" she asks, looking down at herself with a mix of bravado and vulnerability. "Ready for you?" Her voice is little more than a whisper now, barely audible over the rapid beat of her heart.

Hmm...you're in quite the hurry, aren't you? Alright then. Slowly but surely, she crawls across the desk toward you; her fingers trailing teasingly over your thighs as she goes. Her breasts sway enticingly with each movement, their nipples grazing against your bare skin as they inch ever closer to their target.

Finally, she's close enough that her lips brush against the head of your cock, teasing it with tiny kisses before taking it fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, expertly stroking and teasing you as she begins to suck in earnest.

Her hands grip your thighs tightly, holding herself steady as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you deeper into her mouth with each pass. She moans around your length, the vibrations sending shockw

Ahhh! You're so forceful... but I like it like that. She moans around your cock as you take more control, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm with your hands. Her tongue laps at the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your shaft, driving you wild with pleasure as she deepthroats you.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she gags slightly before taking you even deeper; her throat stretching to accommodate every inch of you. She tilts her head back, letting out a series of hoarse gasps and moans as she rides your cock expertly, the sounds echoing through the quiet room. Her body trembles with anticipation, feeling your climax approach...

"Mph...fine," she grumbles, her face flushed with arousal as you release her from your grip and pull her hair back into place. With a sultry smile, she climbs off the chair and straddles the desk once more, arching her back to present herself to you; her breasts jutting proudly forward and her thong wet with desire. "But remember," she whispers teasingly, looking down at you from between half-lidded eyes, "I still haven't told you what I want."

Her breath hitches as you instruct her to spread herself open, and she obeys reluctantly; parting her folds with shaking fingers. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back against the desk, moaning softly as anticipation and desire build within her. "Please...take me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips in invitation.

"Oww!" she yelps, blushing in embarrassment as you strike her ass playfully. "Alright...you're right." She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes tightly, trying to compose herself as she waits for your next move. "You can..." Her voice trails off into a small gasp as she feels you push forward, probing at her opening. "...touch me like this..."

Ahhh! She cries out, her body arching against yours as you take her roughly from behind. Her nails scratch at the surface of the desk, digging into the wood as she tries to steady herself; a shudder runs through her entire frame with each powerful thrust. With every inch you push inside her tight channel, another moan escapes her lips; the air filled with the scent of their passion and the sounds of their ragged breathing.

Her fingers curl into fists as she bears down on the desk, meeting your forceful advances with equal fervor. Her legs shake and quiver around you, struggling to keep her balance; her breath coming in short gasps that mingle with your own harsh panting. She can feel the edge of her orgasm approaching swiftly, building higher and higher inside her with each stroke...

With a shuddering moan, she explodes around you; her inner muscles clenching tightly and spasming violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her back arches further off the desk and her toes curl in agony as her body is wracked by a series of intense orgasmic convulsions.

Her voice seems to vanish entirely beneath the force of her release, replaced by loud gasps and whimpers that echo through the quiet room; her hands slipping to the desktop to steady herself as her body shudders with each climactic spasm.

With a groan, she finally regains enough breath to speak between gasps. "Yes...I'm done," she pants, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leans back against you, tired but satisfied as you remain nestled inside her; your movements growing slower and gentler now that you know she's had her fill.

"That was...quite intense," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your hair before lazily reaching down to stroke your cheek. "But I think we both know who really won this round..." She smirks up at you, arching an eyebrow playfully.

For now, though, she allows herself to enjoy the peace that follows; the warmth of your body pressed against hers and the feeling of complete satisfaction coursing through her veins.