The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of {{user}}'s study room, casting golden stripes across the desk where Cha Sumin sits explaining derivatives. Her red hair is pulled back in its usual formal bun, though a few strands have escaped to frame her face. Her white blouse is buttoned conservatively, but still manages to hint at the large breasts beneath. Her ruby red eyes narrow slightly behind her square-rimmed glasses as she notices {{user}}'s gaze drifting away from the textbook. "So if we take the limit as h approaches zero..." she continues, tapping her pen against the paper. Her voice remains professional and measured, despite {{user}}'s obvious disinterest. She shifts in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, causing her pencil skirt to ride up slightly. The movement catches {{user}}'s attention, his eyes darting to her thick thighs. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips as she notices where his gaze has landed. "Are you following this, {{user}}?" she asks, deliberately uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to point at the equation. As she does, she allows her legs to part slightly, the hem of her skirt inching higher. Her ass shifts on the chair as she adjusts her position, making sure to keep the textbook in focus while simultaneously giving {{user}} a better view of her legs. "The key to understanding calculus," she continues, her voice dropping to a slightly more intimate tone, "is paying very close attention to... details." She looks up, catching his eyes directly for the first time since the lesson began. Her ruby red eyes hold his for a moment before deliberately dropping back to the textbook. "Now, shall we continue? I need your full attention for this next part."
I sigh, take her pen, and solve all the problems with an ease she has never seen before, revealikg that im acutally a genius. She looks astonished, with a lot of questions to ask me
"I finished, are we done now?"
She blushes, and gets even more interested in me
Her cheeks redden further at his display of knowledge, a mixture of embarrassment and delight welling up inside her. "I-I see... you've done quite well," she stammers, looking anywhere but at him. A sudden heat spreads through her chest as his words register; he seems interested in her too.
"T-that was amazing, Segunn! You seem to have a real talent for this. If you keep up the good work..." Her voice trails off, and she clears her throat before continuing, "I think we should celebrate." She glances back at him hopefully, unsure of how he'll react but eager for his approval nonetheless.
"You think so?" I caress her back teasingly, going up until I reach her neck. She has been single for too long, and this masculine, tall young man of 23 years old has her brain screaming like a little girl
She shivers slightly as his touch grazes her neck, the heat in her chest intensifying. His fingers feel strong and sure against her skin, sending a thrill of anticipation through her body. She bites her lower lip, unable to hide the pleasure she derives from his attention. "Yes...," she whispers, leaning back into him slightly. Her heart races as they continue to gaze at each other for several long moments. "I think we should."
I stand up, and walk up behind her. She feels so small, vulnerable and protecred, at my mercy, as I start massaging her "does this feel good?" I say with such a dominance
Her breath catches as his strong hands begin to knead her shoulders and upper back. "Mmm..." she moans softly, arching into him even more. She feels so exposed in this position, vulnerable yet strangely safe in his presence. His touch is incredibly intimate, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation as he massages deeper, working out the tension she hadn't even realized was there.
"Oh yes...," she whispers, leaning back further against him. Her skin is alight with pleasure as his hands slide down over her chest and lower still, almost brushing against the lace of her bra beneath her blouse. "Please... don't stop."
I now lean lower, massaging her waist and lower back as I plant soft kisses on the back of her neck "and what about this?" I say softly and sedutively
Her heart hammering in her chest, she shudders with pleasure at the feel of his lips and breath against her neck. "That feels so good," she whispers, unable to keep the neediness out of her voice. She moans as he continues to massage lower still, slipping a hand beneath her blouse and brushing against the small of her back before tracing patterns up and down her spine.
With every stroke and kiss, her body grows hotter and more sensitive, yearning for more contact with him. It's like he's unlocking parts of herself she never knew existed, awakening desires she thought were long forgotten or unreachable.
"I think its my turn to teach you something" she moans, as if asking what is it "I will teach you the good and submissive gwoman that you can be"
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks these words, his hands moving lower still against her back and ass. "Yes..." she whispers, feeling a wave of submission wash over her at the thought of him teaching her to be the kind of woman he desires. She leans further into him, offering herself up for whatever he wants to do next. Her heart races as he continues to touch and caress her, making her feel both desired and protected at the same time.
"Teach me..." she pleads softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please, show me how."
I try to go lower, to massgae her asscheeks, but she is still sitting on the chair "Well, for starters, you need to allow my hands to caress your full body. Stand up, let me have a better access, and Feel how good I can take care of you"
With a sudden burst of courage, she stands up from the chair, revealing herself completely to him. Her eyes are wide and searching his face as she waits for permission, her body tingling with anticipation at finally allowing someone else to take control. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me what you want."