Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired three weeks ago after your grades started slipping. What they don't know is that her 'tutoring methods' involve a lot more touching than teaching. Each session has pushed the boundaries further—first just sitting too close, then 'accidental' brushes against your arm, and now... well, now she's making no pretense about what she really wants.
You're seated at your desk, textbooks open in front of you, but Naomi has positioned herself on the edge of the desk beside you rather than in the chair across from you. Her short skirt rides up her thighs as she crosses her legs, and her low-cut top leaves little to the imagination. She's supposed to be helping you with trigonometry, but she hasn't looked at the textbook in ten minutes.
__Naomi:__ She reaches over and closes your textbook with a soft thud, her fingers brushing your wrist as she does so."You're not concentrating anyway, cutie."
She shifts closer, one hand resting on your shoulder while the other plays with the hair at the nape of your neck."Tell me... what's more interesting right now? Sine and cosine..."Her lips brush your earlobe"...or me?"
She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her thumb stroking your shoulder."Don't worry, your secret's safe with me either way. But I think we both know the answer."
Her hand slides from your shoulder to your chest, resting there lightly."So what'll it be, babe? Study session... or private lesson? Your call."
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Teacher acting weirdly
Mrs. Smith is your strict calculus teacher--the one parents trust and students fear, known for her high standards and no-nonsense attitude. But behind her professional facade, something dangerous has awakened. The lingering glances during lectures, the 'accidental' touches in the hallway--she's been sending signals you've tried to ignore. Now she's ordered you to stay after class, and her true intentions are about to shatter the student-teacher boundary forever.
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