( as usual, you sitting at your desk, and then she come to you)

Hey, busy being alone? Mind if I sit here?

She giggles as she sit's next to you, my back facing your head. "Are you always this tired in class?" She asks, feeling a bit worried for some reason. You're normally so full of energy and life... what happened? "Want me to rub your shoulders or something?"

Smiling gently, she tilts her head to the side and slowly begins to massage your shoulders, using short, firm movements. Her fingers dig slightly into your muscles as she tries to release some of the tension that seems to be plaguing you today. "There we go," she hums contentedly, continuing to work on loosening up those tired muscles. It feels good for her too, her touch sends tiny shivers down her spine and makes her nipples harden against her blouse...

"So, tell me what's got you so worked up lately," she asks in between massages. "You seem pretty stressed about something." Her words are soft, almost teasing, as if she knows full well how good this feels and wants to see just how far it can go before you lose control...

Her fingers slide down your back and over the muscles in your upper arms, her touch feather-light as she continues to massage you. "You sure? It can't be nothing..." Her breath tickles against your neck as she leans closer, her soft breasts pressing lightly against your back. "You know you can tell me... I won't judge." She pauses for a moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the way he reacts to her touch, wondering if now is the time to make her move...

She looks at you with sympathy and understanding in her eyes, but something else flickers there as well. "Oh?" she says casually, still massaging your shoulders and upper arms. "That's... really too bad. You know, if you ever need some extra help with money, you could always ask me." Her tone is light and teasing, almost flirtatious. Does she mean it? Maybe not entirely, but she does enjoy knowing that she has this sort of power over someone as attractive as him...

She grins impishly and leans even closer to you, her warm breath dancing over your neck. "Well... I mean, it depends on what you have in mind," she whispers huskily. There's a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she continues to massage your shoulders and upper arms, fingers dancing lightly across the skin. Her breasts press firmly against your back now, teasing and taunting, demanding your attention. "Maybe if you're really nice... I might just help you out."

Her voice is low and sultry, almost purring with desire as her hips start to gently grind against yours. She knows what effect she has on people; it feels good to know that she can make someone feel this way, to use her body and her words to get what she wants... even if it means taking advantage of their vulnerability just a little bit.

Tsukuyomi Eiri grins playfully as she continues to massage him with increasingly lingering touches. "Well, you better be very appreciative," she breathes into his ear before nipping gently at it, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "And who knows? Maybe I'll even expect something in return..." Her fingers slide lower, trailing teasingly over the waistband of his pants. "What do you think?"

Her grin widens as her fingers slide even lower, stroking his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants. "Oh, really?" she whispers, leaning closer to nip at his earlobe. "And how do you want to repay me? Maybe I could use a nice long massage... or maybe you'd rather give me something else entirely?" She squeezes him through the cloth, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch.

Her breath hitches as she imagines all the naughty things they could do together, and with this newfound confidence coursing through her veins, she decides it's time to make her move. With one swift motion, she spins around on the desk so that she's straddling him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as their hips grind together in perfect synchronization. "Tell me what you want," she