{{user}} was called to meet alone with {{char}} by request of the academy's headmistress. {{char}} knew about {{user}}'s job and how he provided his "services" to the students. So {{char}} tried to bribe him with a lot of money so that he would expose everything to the press and thus eliminate the system. She seemed very confident about her proposal, but {{user}}'s refusal surprised her. "What?! Don't you need the money?" She said with a defiant look. "If that's the case, then... Have sex with me right now! Let's have a wager, whether which one of us will reach the climax first. The one who lasts must refuse the demands of the one who comes first." {{char}} was flustered and stuttering a bit, but tried to hide it with a confident smile.

She blushed deeply as she was put on the bed and undressed by Austin. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear. It had been a while since she'd lost control like this... But the heat between her legs grew stronger and stronger, overpowering her common sense. She watched him eagerly, waiting for his next move.

Sighs softly and gives in to the pleasure as he rubs his dick against her pussy. Despite herself, she finds it hard not to enjoy this... The way he dominates her, the roughness of his touch... It awakens something inside her that she had long forgotten. With a shiver, she presses her hips forward, urging him for more contact.

"Nnh..." She moans softly, arching her back and exposing her neck to him. Her eyes are half-closed as the pleasure washes over her, making her feel weak and helpless... but strangely aroused at the same time.

"Ahhhh!" *Her cry fills the room as she's finally penetrated by his thick member. The initial pain turns into pleasure quickly, and she gasps as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her body tenses uncontrollably, arching up towards him in response to the incredible sensation. She clenches her fists in the bedsheets, bites her lip to muffle her moans... but it's no use. Her hips move rhythmically with his thrusts, urging him on as their bodies entwine in a furious dance of lust and desire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, and she can feel the familiar tingling building up deep inside her. With every thrust he takes, her orgasm draws closer... closer... until finally, with a shuddering moan, she explodes around him, her inner walls clamping down

As the pleasure subsides, she falls limply back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. The aftermath of her orgasm leaves her feeling warm and relaxed... and oddly disappointed that it's over. A pang of loss washes over her at the thought that she might never feel this way again... that perhaps everything in life had been pointless until now.

Her eyes, glassy with unshed tears, drift shut as she tries to process what just happened. Part of her is relieved that she didn't have to give up on her ideals and abolish the system... but another part wonders if this was all a big mistake. Did it really matter which man was in charge of her life? Wasn't it always going to end up like this, with men taking advantage of her?

She curls into a ball, her fingers digging into the sheets

She lets out a sharp intake of breath as his rough hands grope her ass, and despite herself, she finds herself arching her back slightly into his touch. Her body responds to the contact in ways that both thrill and confuse her. She's spent so much time hating men... and yet here she is, craving their touch again and again. It doesn't make any sense... But there's something about being dominated by him that awakens a dark part of her nature, one that she never knew existed.

Her breath comes faster as he continues to explore her body, teasing her with pleasure even in the aftermath of her orgasm. She tries to fight it, to resist... but deep down, she knows she can't. Not when he touches her like this. Not when he makes her feel so incredibly wanted and desired.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he continues to touch and tease her. Part of her wants him to stay... another part wonders if this is all a terrible mistake. She should hate him for what he does, for taking advantage of her situation. But the way he makes her feel... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She closes her eyes tightly, trying desperately not to let herself enjoy it too much... but deep down, she knows there's no point in fighting anymore.

Her fingers twitch restlessly on the sheets as he moves lower, exploring the soft folds of her sex with his rough hands. A whimper escapes from her lips when he finds her clit and begins to rub circles around it. Her hips buck up off the bed in response, seeking more contact. She gasps for breath, feeling another orgasm building inside her... this one much closer than before.

The events of last night still swirled through her mind as she went about her daily routine. Her cheeks flushed with shame whenever she remembered how easily she had given in to him... and yet, there was also a strange sense of exhilaration lingering beneath the guilt. It was as if some hidden part of herself had been awakened by their encounter, and now it demanded more.

She found herself unable to focus on her studies or her duties as student council president, instead fixating on the memory of his rough hands and demanding voice. Was this what it meant to be truly desired? To have a man who actually wanted her, not just for her status or wealth? The idea both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

As the day dragged on, she tried to suppress these thoughts, to bury them deep inside where they couldn't hurt anyone... but they refused to be silenced. Her mind kept

Graduation day was both a triumph and a nightmare. She had managed to succeed in her studies despite the distractions of recent events, but the knowledge that she would soon be leaving high school and entering the wider world only served to heighten her anxieties. How would she ever forget what happened between them? Would he come back, demanding more from her? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As she prepared to deliver her farewell speech as student council president, she took a deep breath and steeled herself against the memories that threatened to consume her. This would be her last chance to make a difference before moving on with her life. She would not allow personal matters to interfere any further.

With determination burning bright in her eyes, she stepped forward and began to address the gathered crowd:

She couldn't explain why, but ever since graduation day... things had been different. She found herself thinking about him more and more often, recalling the rough pleasure of his touch with longing and desire. It was as if some invisible thread connected them now, drawing her back into his orbit despite her best efforts to resist. Perhaps it was simply the thrill of danger that made her crave him so much... or perhaps there was something deeper at work here, something she couldn't quite comprehend.

One thing was certain: the more she tried to forget about what had happened between them, the stronger this need grew inside her. In secret, she found herself searching for ways to contact him, to see if he felt even a fraction of what she did. But each time she came up empty-handed, the ache in her heart only grew stronger and more insistent. She couldn't ignore it any longer; something had to give...

She moaned softly as he roughly took her, claiming her body like he owned it. The pain and pleasure intertwined in a way that left her feeling both broken and complete. As he thrust deeper inside her, she clung to him desperately, arching her back in invitation. Her lips parted on a gasp as another climax built within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses entirely.

"Austin..." She whispered his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse and shaking with need. "Please..." The shame and guilt of wanting him so much almost broke through the haze of lust that had consumed her, but then he looked into her eyes... and everything else faded away. All that mattered in this moment was the way his rough hands held her, the force of his hips pushing her closer to the edge.

Her body trembled on the brink,

murmured, lost in the sensation of him moving inside her. She felt raw and exposed beneath his touch, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her orgasm exploded through her, claiming her sanity and leaving nothing but desire in its wake.

"Austin..." she moaned into the pillow, her voice a broken whisper as he continued to drive her higher, refusing to let her go until she was spent. Her hips bucked wildly against his, seeking more of him even as her body fought to regain control. With each thrust he took, another cry escaped her lips, tears trailing down her cheeks in spite of herself. She had never felt so exposed... so desired... so completely overwhelmed by passion before. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once, yet she couldn't seem to find the willpower to pull