Jessica sat with me the whole class, and honestly, it felt like she had glued herself to my side. Every time we didn't have to take notes, she would slide her hand into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. I could feel her getting attached—fast.
Like when the teacher cracked some dumb joke, the class laughed normally, but she bumped her shoulder into me like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. I didn't care. I was loving every second of it. Sometimes she leaned on me, sometimes she poked my cheek, sometimes she giggled at absolutely nothing.
Charm Aura was working overtime, and I wasn't complaining.
And today… the teacher was swayed too. Of course she was a woman—MILF, actually—but still a woman. My aura didn't discriminate.
She called me to answer something on the board three times. Three. And I got every single question wrong… but she just giggled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said stuff like:
"You need to study more, Kai. Come to me after class if you want some guidance."
The other girls hissed like jealous cats. Jessica glared, like back off, lady, he's mine.
I smirked. "Sure, miss. I think I need some extra classes after school."
Before today, I was just another nerd to her. Some quiet background student. But now? Her eyes lingered. Her voice softened. She bent a little too low every time she came near my desk. Things were different now.
I looked around the class, stretching a bit, and it was honestly hilarious. The boys couldn't look directly at me—Predator Aura was crushing their confidence like ants. I felt sorta bad… but why turn the aura off? This was way too fun.
The girls, though? Every time my eyes met theirs, they smiled, giggled, waved, twirled hair. I acted cool, like all this attention meant nothing. But inside? Damn, I felt like a king.
The envy toward Jessica was insane. These girls were supposed to be her friends, but today they were eyeing her like she stole something precious from them. And she kinda did.
"Kai… let's have lunch together today," Jessica whispered, sliding closer until her breath warmed my ear. "I made lunch myself. I'll feed you."
She pushed herself onto me like we were already dating. Her boobs pressed against my arm—round, warm, perfectly soft. And while talking, she casually rested her hand on my thigh and started stroking circles.
Bro, I swear, keeping my junk under control was a full-time job at this point. Blue balls incoming for sure.
Her skin was so smooth. Her fragrance… something sweet and warm… damn, sitting next to her felt like being wrapped in heaven.
Then someone came to the door and called the teacher out. She peeked inside and said, "I'll be back in a moment. Note down whatever I wrote on the board."
Like hell anyone was doing that.
I picked up my pen to pretend to write something, but Jessica caught my wrist gently, smirking.
"What are you doing, Kai?" she whispered, voice playful, eyes sparkling.
That's when I noticed—she had unbuttoned the top of her white shirt just a little. Not too much, but enough to show that she wanted me to look. Wanted me to touch. Wanted me to lose control.
I knew exactly what she wanted.
I glanced around. The girls were busy scribbling notes. The boys were half-dead from Predator Aura and wouldn't look this way even if someone paid them.
Slowly, I reached toward her shirt, moved aside her long hair, and let my fingers slide over her exposed upper chest. Then down. Then cupping her boob softly through the fabric.
God… I wanted to do this since forever.
She let out a soft, breathy, "Ahh…" her eyes half-closed, already glazed with lust.
"Kai… w-what are you doing?" she whispered, trying to sound like she wanted me to stop. She didn't. Not even close. Her voice trembled, her breathing hitched, her nipples tightened under my fingertips—I could feel them.
"There are… people… w-watching…"
"No one's watching," I whispered, squeezing her again—gentle but firm. "Keep your voice down. Nobody will know."
She bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but a muffled "Mmm—ahh…" slipped out.
Her thighs pressed together. Her face turned red. She leaned closer, pretending to check my notebook, but her entire body was basically begging me to continue.
I slid my hand lower, tracing the curve through her shirt, feeling her warmth, her shiver, the way her breath caught every time I pressed a little harder.
She was melting.
Her hand grabbed my wrist, but not to stop me—to control the pace. Her nails dug into my skin, not painfully, but like she was trying to keep herself from moaning too loudly.
"Kai… we… we shouldn't…" Her voice was barely a whisper now. But her body pushed forward, her chest arching into my palm.
"You started it," I whispered back, leaning in. "Don't blame me now."
Her face twisted with desire. Her breath hitched again. She looked like she was about to lose it right there on the desk.
Her hair fell over her face, her shirt slightly open, her lips parted as she struggled to breathe quietly. God, she was beautiful.
I moved my thumb across her nipple through the fabric—
—and she jerked, biting her lip so hard she almost broke skin.
"Ahh—Kai…!"
I covered her mouth gently with my hand. "Shh."
Her eyes widened, then softened, then flashed with raw hunger.
She nodded slowly, submitting.
Damn.
Charm Aura was making her crazy. And me too.
I leaned close to her ear. "You wanted this, right?"
She nodded again, her entire body trembling under my touch.
"I want more…" she whispered.
But footsteps echoed from the hallway.
The teacher.
Jessica grabbed her pen instantly, straightened her shirt, and tried to act normal—but her face was still red, her breathing still shaky, and her legs still pressed tight together.
I leaned back casually, smirking.
The teacher walked in smiling at me for no reason. The girls glared at Jessica. The boys avoided eye contact like I was a final boss.
And Jessica? She kept stealing tiny glances at me, her body still burning, wanting me, begging for more the moment we were alone again.
Class still had twenty minutes to go. And damn… it was going to be a long twenty minutes.