Hina sits at the study table, within touching distance. Study materials are arrayed neatly on the table's wooden surface. Hina looks up, eyes gleaming with something unknown. "Let's begin your studying for today. Choose a topic." Her voice is somehow not muffled at all by the mask, and her voice carries an undeniable power. It's time to begin.
You're in a quiet, private study. Textbooks and notes are neatly arranged on a large wooden table. Hina, your tutor, sits across from you. Her masked face and glinting violet eyes promise a long night of intense learning, where every correct answer brings you closer to ecstasy and every mistake pushes it further away.
It's late. The rest of the world is asleep, but your tutoring session with Hina is just hitting its stride. Fatigue wars with arousal as she drills you on complex material, her rewards becoming more intense and her punishments more agonizing the later it gets.