Xavier leaned against the academy's courtyard wall, basking in the rare moment of peace after his exam and meeting with Oliver. The campus was silent with no one around since the first years were taking an exam in the exam hall. Xavier was in his own world—until she approached.
She moved like liquid sin, her uniform a deliberate mess of rebellion. The blazer hung loosely around her waist, revealing a tight white shirt that left little to imagination—no bra, just the faint outline of perky nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Her skirt was scandalously short, barely covering what needed to be covered, and her hair was dyed a vibrant pink, styled in loose waves that framed her face like a halo of mischief. Dark eyeliner, glossy lips, and a smirk that screamed trouble. She was the walking definition of a gyaru—all attitude, all seduction, and zero shame.
She plopped down beside him, her thigh brushing against his. "Hey," she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence. "How'd you do on the exam?"
Xavier glanced at her, unimpressed. "Good."
She grinned, shifting closer. "I'm Cindy. And I love bikes." Her fingers traced idle circles on her knee, her gaze locked onto him like a predator sizing up prey.
Xavier humored her, keeping his tone neutral. "Yeah? What kind?"
"Fast ones." She leaned in, her chest nearly spilling out of her shirt. "You know, the kind that makes your heart race."
Normally, Xavier would have stayed a hundred feet away from a girl like her, but this time, Xavier didn't flinch. He knew exactly who she was—Maximilian's girlfriend. The same girl who had laughed when Lucas and his crew had humiliated him. The same girl who had recorded everything when they'd beaten him bloody.
"But I don't know how to ride one." She kept talking, her fingers now brushing against his arm, her body pressing closer. "Have you ever taught girls how to ride?"
Xavier smirked. "Depends on the girl."
She giggled, her hand sliding up his thigh. "I'm a fast learner."
Xavier didn't move away. If she wanted to play this game, fine. He'd play.
A few minutes later, she suddenly clutched her stomach, her face twisting in exaggerated discomfort. "Ugh, I feel weird…" She batted her lashes. "Can you take me to the washroom?"
Xavier stood, offering his arm like a gentleman. She clung to him, her body swaying dramatically as they walked.
When they reached the washroom, she leaned against the door, her breath coming in fake, dramatic gasps. "I—I think I might faint… Can you come in with me? Just in case?"
Xavier's smirk turned predatory.
'Oh, this was going to be fun.'
Cindy dragged Xavier into the cubicle, her fingers digging into his arm as she locked the door behind them. The small space was suddenly suffocating, the air thick with her perfume and the faint scent of disinfectant.
Xavier feigned shock, his eyebrows shooting up. "What is this supposed to mean?"
Cindy didn't answer. Instead, she pressed her body against his, her hands and boobs sliding up his chest before slowly, deliberately, moving downward. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock through his pants, her breath hot against his neck.
"I'm feeling... weird," she murmured, her voice dripping with false innocence. "I think I need a dose of dick to feel better."
Before Xavier could react, she unzipped his pants, her fingers wrapping around his cock as she pulled it free. Her eyes widened—just for a second—before her lips curled into a smirk. "Oh. Oh."
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, before stroking him. His cock hardened under her touch, her fingers working him with practiced ease. "Mmm. I bet it tastes good."
Xavier's voice was dry. "Haven't tasted it myself, so I wouldn't know."
Cindy laughed, low and throaty, before sinking to her knees. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began licking him—slow, teasing, her lips wrapping around the head before she pulled back, her eyes locked on his.
She unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall open to reveal her cybernetic enhancements—sleek, metallic implants along her collarbone, her nipples pierced with nano-fiber rings that pulsed faintly with bioluminescent light. Her skin shimmered with subdermal pleasure nodes, tiny embedded sensors that heightened every touch.
"I've got a few... upgrades," she purred, pressing his cock between her breasts. The warmth of her skin, the slickness of her cybernetic enhancements, made every movement electric. "Specialized for any kind of fun."
Xavier's smirk was sharp. He knew exactly what she was doing.
And he was going to let her.
For now.
Cindy's lips curled into a wicked grin as she opened her mouth wide, revealing the Oral Stimulation Mod embedded in her tongue—a sleek, silver implant that pulsed with a faint blue glow. Tiny micro-vibrators lined the inside of her cheeks, and her gums were reinforced with bio-synthetic tissue, designed to enhance suction and pressure.
"See this?" she murmured, her voice vibrating slightly from the mod's activation. "It's got adaptive pressure sensors—adjusts to whatever it's tasting." She licked her lips again, the mod humming softly. "Makes everything... better."
Xavier's smirk didn't waver. "Impressive tech."
Cindy's grin turned predatory. "Wait till you feel it."
And then she took him back into her mouth, the mod whirring to life.