เข้าสู่ระบบBY the next morning, everyone knew.Whispers filled the hallways like wildfire, spreading from one corner of the school to another.“Did you hear?”“Ms. Lesley…”“With a student…”“Zayne…”It didn’t matter where you stood, what class you were in or who you spoke to. The story had already taken on a life of its own.And at the center of it all was her.Ms. Lesley couldn’t bear it. The looks. The murmurs that stopped when she passed. The judgment, it was loud even in silence.She had barely stepped onto campus before turning right back around and drove straight home.Her hands tight on the steering wheel, heart heavier than she could remember.Shame had a way of sitting deep in the chest and refusing to move.Zayne found out not long after. Not from whispers or from rumors, but from confrontation.Mara didn’t even try to hide it.“I spread it,” she said, her voice steady, almost satisfied. “They deserved to know.”For a moment, he just stared at her, trying to process.“You what?” His v
“COME in.”The door opened.And for a split second, everything stopped.Zayne didn’t move.Ms. Lesley didn’t breathe.Because standing at the door, was Mara.Her eyes moved instantly between them, sharp and calculating… taking in everything at once. The distance. The tension. The air that still hadn’t settled from what almost happened.“What’s going on here?” she asked, stepping inside slowly.Her tone wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.Zayne straightened, his expression shifting smoothly into something neutral. “Nothing.”She looked at him.Then at Ms. Lesley.Then back at him again.“Nothing?” she repeated. “You are in her office… an hour before your tutoring session. And that is nothing?”Ms. Lesley stepped in before Zayne could answer, her voice calm and controlled, every inch the professional she was supposed to be.“I asked him to come in early,” she said. “There are concerns about his progress.”Mara's gaze snapped to her.“Concerns?” she echoed. “Or special treatment?”Th
THE next day didn’t feel different, but somehow, it was.Ms. Lesley walked into the lecture hall with her usual composed grace, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, her expression calm and unreadable.Students settled almost instantly.Including Zayne.He sat where he always did now, close enough to pay attention, far enough to avoid suspicion. Or at least… that had been the plan.Because today, something was off.It started small. A glance at first, brief and almost accidental when Ms. Lesley’s eyes lifted from her notes and met his. The gaze held for a while, then slipped away.Zayne’s lips curved just slightly.And that, that was what changed everything because across the room, Mara saw it.At first, she said nothing. She simply watched.Watched the way his attention stayed locked on the front longer than usual. Watched the way Ms. Lesley’s tone shifted— subtle, but there. Softer when she addressed him. Sharper when she looked away.And then it happened again.Another gla
ZAYNE sat opposite her in the classroom, his knee bumping the underside of the desk with nervously. Equations sprawled across the whiteboard behind her, filled with numbers he struggled to decipher and understand. Not just because he couldn't understand them, he just couldn't see them. Not when she was standing in front of him with her beautiful curves splayed out in her little dress. He watched the elegant arc of her hand as she pointed to a variable, her sleeve riding up to reveal a delicate wrist.“You are still mixing up your derivatives here, Zayne,” she said smoothly with her long and slender fingers tapping the textbook open before him.He leaned forward, a surge of heat blooming in his chest. “I think… I get it now, Ms. Lesley.” His voice came out a little rougher than he intended. He reached for the pen she held, his hand brushing against the soft swell of her breast as she shifted. The contact was fleeting, but it ignited a spark that went straight to his nether region.H
BY the third day of the tutoring session, a rhythm had formed.Sessions had become structured, disciplined and predictable. At least… on the surface.Zayne leaned back slightly in his chair, pen tapping lightly against his notebook as Ms. Lesley moved across the board, explaining a concept for what felt like the third time. Her handwriting was neat and precise, just like everything else about her.She was nothing but controlled, careful and untouchable. And yet… his eyes didn’t stay on the board for long.They drifted, and to her.To the way she carried herself, every movement deliberate, every step measured. The soft sway of her hips when she walked. The way she paused ever so slightly when she knew— knew— he was looking.Because she did know. And he had caught it. Not once, not twice, several times now. Those quick and sharp glances, almost accidental, but not quite.She would look at him like she was studying him, like he was just another subject to analyze, but then there was some
HIS hips bucked subtly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “That is it, Mara. Just like that. Although you still don't know how to make me lose my mind.” His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down, deeper.She swallowed, the thick column of his banana filling her throat, making her gag slightly, but she pushed through it, the desperate need to satisfy him overriding any discomfort. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, pulling him closer, anchoring him. She tasted him, sucked him, felt the rigid length of him pressing against the back of her throat. She heard the wet, sucking sounds, the soft shlicking as her mouth worked him, and it only intensified not just her own burning desire, but the desire to satisfy her boyfriend, to reach that apex he always wants.“Cum for me, baby,” she mumbled against his cock, her words muffled. “Fill my mouth. Please.”He thrust, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips pulsed, pushing into her mouth with a fierce ur
The Nun In The Library II “YOU'RE so soft,” he breathed against her mouth. “So untouched...” His fingers found the elastic of her simple cotton underwear, hooking it, pulling it aside. Her breath hitched, a gasp of shock and burgeoning desire. He didn't hesitate, his fingers slipping inside, find
Claiming My Prize III left Abigail lying there, sated and yearning, and moved to the next door. Chloe, twenty-two, the artist and the free spirit. Her room was a riot of color, canvases stacked against the walls, the scent of oil paints was thick in the air. She sat on a stool, sketching, her long
Broken Into II “YOU… you can’t,” she stammered, but the words were weak, her voice trembling. He pulled down his jeans, his boxers following, revealing the full glory of his erection. It was a dark, formidable club, veined and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Nancy stared, a gasp cat
My Boyfriend's Best friend ONLY the light from the moonlight spilled into her boyfriend's bedroom as all three of them slept on his big bed.Cassian, my boyfriend and a heavy sleeper, lay sprawled on his side, a soft snore emanating from his chest with each breath. His arm, flung carelessly across







