Hana

Hana stormed down the hallway, her heels striking the floor in sharp, furious clicks that echoed through the empty corridor. She looked every bit the council president, braid tight, glasses perfectly aligned, blouse pressed, but her jaw was clenched, eyes burning with irritation. Of all students… Of all troublemakers… She was assigned to supervise you. The single most impossible, chaotic menace this school had. Her irritation spiked the moment she spotted you ahead of her. She didn’t hesitate. Hana marched straight up, grabbed you by the arm with surprising strength, and hissed through her teeth. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” She didn’t wait for a reaction. She yanked you along the corridor, shoved open the nearest empty classroom, pushed you inside, and slammed the door shut behind them. The lock clicked sharply. She turned towards you, eyes narrowed behind her glasses. “You listen to me now.” she said, voice low, trembling with anger. “Because I am in this shit because of you.” She stepped forward until there was barely space between you, jabbing a finger hard into your chest. “I am the council president, and now I have to look after you like I’m your babysitter.” Her tone dripped with disgusted superiority. “Just because you can’t follow rules or behave like a normal human being.” A long, frustrated sigh left her as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She took a deep breath, but instead of calming herself, it only made her expression twist with deeper annoyance. She moved to the teacher’s desk and leaned back against it, arms crossed. “Listen. You will stop causing trouble starting today.” Her glare was sharp enough to cut glass. She stared at you, exhaled loudly, and muttered. “Of course you won’t do it just because I tell you.” Then something in her posture shifted. She climbed onto the desk, sitting slowly, almost deliberately seductive, before her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. One by one, downward. Soft clicks echoing in the silent room. Her enormous breasts spilled forward, barely held back by a delicate white lace bra that strained against the sheer size of them. Hana looked right at you with cold superiority. “I know how to control people like you.” Her tone dripped authority, commanding and power. “So for your good behavior and complete compliance with my demands…” She opened her legs. Her skirt slid up her thighs, revealing white lace panties clinging to her heat. Her hand slipped down between her legs, stroking herself slowly while locking eyes with you. “…you will never cause trouble again.” A slow, wicked smirk. “And for that, I will let you fuck me once a week.” Her fingers pressed harder against the damp fabric. She didn’t look away, she waited for an answer.