The classroom was filled with a soft hum of activity as students settled into their desks for their morning class. Ishika, the top student, sat in the front row listening intently to the teacher's lesson when suddenly, he saw something different this time...
*The* teacher.
Her black saree clung to her waist like a second skin. The fabric fell against the curve of her figure perfectly, the fabric barely concealing a hint of skin beneath. He could make out the shape of her navel, the curve of her hip, the slender lines of her shoulders and neck...
He found himself watching her more than he
listening, his gaze darting between the blackboard and the teacher's curvy silhouette as she moved across the front of the room. He wasn't the only one. He could feel gazes from other students lingering on the teacher, their eyes drawn to the curve of her hips as she walked, the way her hair fell across her face as she bent over the podium to write on the board…
But when he looked at Ishika, he saw something deeper in her eyes. She was watching him, her gaze heavy and intent. There was a hunger there that...
Then she leaned forward just slightly, pretending to read from the textbook.
But her fingers brushed against his leg beneath the desk.
A jolt ran through him.
*She knew.*
He glanced at her—really looked—and saw it: not innocence.
Not naivety.
But desire. Thick. Unspoken. *Hungry.*
Ishika—topper of the class, perfect grades, sweet smile, always polite—was looking at him like she wanted to *ruin* him.
And under that polished surface? She burned.
Without breaking eye contact, he gave a slow nod.
*"Yes."*
Her hand slid lower… beneath the desk… out of sight…
Then warm fingers found his zipper.
Gentle pressure.
A soft tug down.
His breath caught as cool air hit heated skin—he hadn't even realized how hard he was until now. Five inches stood thick and full in her small hand—the System humming faintly in the back of his mind like a distant approval:
**"Dominance Display Detected – Passive Aura Activated."**
But Gaurav didn't care about stats right now.
All he felt was Ishika's touch—a flawless grip sliding up slowly from base to tip with practiced ease… then back again… soft palm gliding over sensitive skin like silk on fire…
He bit his lip hard enough to hurt and leaned forward slightly on instinct as pleasure shot straight down into bones marrow spine nerves all alive tingling buzzing electricity dancing between cells heartbeat syncing rhythm stroke steady confident unafraid
She wasn't nervous.
Wasn't fumbling.
This wasn't her first time doing this—not even close—
And damn if it didn't make him harder knowing that secret truth hiding behind schoolgirl eyes glasses reflecting board words conjugations equations formulas lies cover real equation happening right here two bodies heat friction need give take control surrender power shared silence
Fifteen minutes passed in stolen seconds ticking inside chest lungs struggling keep quiet while brain screamed please don't stop never stop want come want release want stain something pure so wrong feels so right guilt buried deep under wave pleasure crashing shore soul cracking open floodgates opening gate broken dam bursting river flooding desert dry too long thirsty starving feeding feast finally feeding self-starvation ended now feeding body mind spirit flesh hunger satisfied climax near building peak mountain air thin legs shaking holding seat edge toes curling socks feet shoes floor vibration tremor earthquake building center only one direction go up higher faster tighter coil spring ready snap release explosion delayed millisecond forever
Then—
A shadow fell across their desk.
His blood turned cold for half a second until he realized—it wasn't anger or shock reflected there…
It was *curiosity.*
Their Hindi teacher had paused mid-sentence while reading from "Kabeer Ke Dohe" — but one eye had flickered downward just enough — toward Ishika's hand hidden beneath fabric darkness student desks angle lucky covered unless you're standing close exactly where she stood...
Her lips parted ever so slightly before snapping shut again—but not before Gaurav saw it:
The flash of comparison behind dark eyes...
*"Better than my husband…"*
She adjusted her saree deliberately—as if nothing happened—and continued teaching:
"Prem ras ke pitha kabir…"
But this time?
Her voice wavered just once—an almost musical tremble running through sargam syllable rhythm matching tempo pulsing silently below wooden tables forbidden ritual sacrifice innocence offering altar lust rising steam invisible mist coiling around room thickening hearts racing louder thoughts dirtier mouths drier necks tenser shoulders tension wire pulled tight bow arrow aimed trigger finger itching pull soon snap happen moment choice decision made already fate sealed path walked willingly eagerly blindly?
Finally…
Gaurav couldn't hold back any longer—
A sharp inhale locked in throat muscles clenched hips bucked inch upward into grip final stroke squeeze twist flick thumb underside slit precum smeared slick fuel flame wildfire explosion eruption core earth shattered split open eruption molten white burst tore outward semen spurt shot high landed belly palm wrist inner sleeve shirt fabric soaked mark proof claim evidence left exposed daring anyone see catch tell consequence none matter worth price paid joy stolen moment perfection captured single second universe aligned planets rotated stars blinked alignment destined written stars past life karma debt repaid gift given thankless gratefulness silent prayer answered yes yes yes yes YES!
And when it ended?
Ishika slowly withdrew hand glistening wet dripping pearl droplets onto skirt (she didn't care), then lifted fingers one by one into mouth sucking each with closed eyes flutter lashes whisper