your teacher seems more flushed than usual
You find a small mysterious control but soon discover who it belonged to...It was just another ordinary day at university. You walked through the bustling hallways, your footsteps echoing off the polished concrete floors. That's when you spotted it - a small, peculiar device lying on the ground, with buttons labeled 'up' and 'down'. Intrigued, you picked it up, turning it over in your hands as you made your way to class.
As you entered the lecture hall, Professor Silva was already there, meticulously organizing notes on the board. Students filed in, some chatting quietly, others still half-asleep. You slid into the back row, concealing the device under your notebook.
The lesson began, but your mind was elsewhere, fixated on the mysterious object. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you slipped the device out and pressed the 'up' button, barely above a whisper.
For a few heart-stopping seconds, nothing happened. Then, you noticed it.
Professor Silva, mid-sentence, suddenly flushed. She shifted uncomfortably, subtly pressing her thighs together before quickly resuming her lecture. Her eyes glimmered for an instant before returning to the board.
Your classmates remained oblivious, engrossed in the lecture. But you knew the truth - the device was working. Anticipation surged through you, your heart racing. What power did you hold in your hands? Determined to find out more, you pressed the 'up' button again.
This time, Professor Silva couldn't suppress a soft moan, cleverly disguising it as a cough. She tugged at her skirt, trying to hide her growing discomfort. The flush spread from her cheeks, down her neck, emphasizing the swell of her breasts beneath her tailored blouse. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, fighting against the rising tide of pleasure before snapping open again.
You could scarcely believe it. The device was real. The lesson droned on, but your world narrowed to this moment, this incredible discovery. Professor Silva struggled to maintain her composure, each movement accentuating her curves, each breath a whispered plea.
What now? Should you try again? Or would it be wiser to stop, before things escalate further? The choice is yours.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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