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Caution: Sins ahead.

"Give it to me."

It was the second time within a twenty-four-hour time span that Irene Bae growled those very words to me. Her silky voice was hushed underneath the loud murmur of our classmates yet every syllable hit my ears like a siren's sweet song of seduction.

Unfortunately, this stunning creature wasn't here to seduce me, as I so very much yearned for.

Oh no.

I was being intimidated.

Irene was hunched dauntingly in front of my desk with her fingers wrapped securely around its dulled wooden edges, sharpened jade eyes daggering right into mine. Her slender figure purposely blocked my view of the classroom behind her, which emphasized the fact that she wanted my focus on her and her alone.

There were no protests from me.

My eyes fucking belonged on her.

"Give you what, exactly?" I asked in mock innocence, knowing damn well what she was really referring to; however, I couldn't prevent my vivid imagination from drawing up the very physical and quite lewd acts her words could have been implying.

A frustrated sigh escaped her rose lips.

"You know what I'm talking about," My brunette obsession whispered harshly, a darkening blush illuminating her cheeks. "So cut the crap and give it to me now."

"We had this conversation already, Irene..." I flirtatiously replied while running my tongue promiscuously along my bottom lip. "I can give it to you any fucking day of the week...just say the word, and I'll rock your world..."

The blush in her cheeks intensified as she frantically switched her gaze back and forth around the classroom, fearing that our peers might have overheard my sexual invitation since I didn't exactly whisper it to her.

"Would you stop twisting my words?" She grunted irritably though her muscles had relaxed once it was confirmed that we hadn't attracted any unwanted listeners.

"But I like seeing you get all panicked..." I chuckled lustfully, lifting slightly from my chair to lean in closer to where her head was hovering. "It's so sexy..."

The disgusted way she jerked away from me was almost tempting enough to wrestle her down onto the tiled flooring and have my wicked way with her for all of spare period to see.

Almost.

That side of her is reserved for me only.

She's lucky I'm so selfish.

"My bag," Irene huffed after realizing that she was going to have to be pretty damn specific if she wanted a straight answer from me. "I left my bag in that weird classroom...I know you have it."

I smirked.

"What makes you think that?"

Her brows furrowed together in puzzlement.

"Well...didn't you take it with you?"

"Should I have?" I asked, allowing myself to sink comfortably back into my chair with my smug smirk expanding further across my glossed lips.

She snorted.

"It's only common courtesy."

"Baby, I don't have a courteous bone in my body."

I could tell by her flared nostrils that I was frustrating her just as much as I had yesterday and fuck; it excited the hell out of me.

This was working much more in my favor than I had originally planned.

When I first noticed Irene's school bag left sprawled out on the dusty floor, I predicted it'd be the perfect catalyst for her reluctant return to me.

After watching her toil through the course of the day without her handy backpack, which was loaded with important notes and due class assignments, I knew eventually she'd have no choice but to approach me about it.

Any decent student would have simply returned the discarded bag to their fellow classmate.

But being 'decent' wouldn't aid me in breaking Horangi high's impeccable princess, now would it?

Hell no.

So I left it right there on the Goddamn floor.

God helps those who help themselves.

"I need my bag..." I heard Irene whine softly, her vulnerable emerald eyes wandering off in the far distance past my shoulder. "All my stuff is in there...I can't go another day without it."

My smug smirk morphed into a playful one as I filed through the many ways I could take advantage of her dilemma.

"So go get it."

Her sullen expression lightened hopefully.

"You'll give me the key?"

"No, darling, the key stays with me," I protectively patted my blazer pocket to reinforce that fact. "But I'll let you in."

"Seeing how you like to play so many games, I'd much rather it if I went by myself," My bright-eyed beauty skeptically informed me.

"And I'd rather it if you weren't wearing clothes right now..." I groaned, my naughty gaze actively scaling her petite little body. "But we can't always get what we want, can we?"

Irene shifted uncomfortably in front of me, her arms nervously crossing over her chest in an attempt to shield herself as I mercilessly violated her with my eyes.

"Will you help me or not?"

"Depends on what I get in return."

The base of her throat flexed as she swallowed audibly.

"Simple...I won't tell."

It was my turn to be overcome with confusion.

"Tell who what?"

That sexy glare I've grown to lust for burned in her dazzling green eyes.

"The head director," She said sternly. "I'll tell him that you are messing around in the forbidden south corridor, that is, if you don't give me that key. You'll surely get into trouble."

I choked back a pressing laugh, barely batting an eyelash.

Does she really think she can scare me with such juvenile threats?

There's a lot you're going to have to learn about me, Irene Bae...

"If you rat me out, you'll only be digging a hole for yourself," I fired back at her in a threatening tone of my own. "Sure, I'll be forced to give up my key, and you'll get your bag back, but then they'll be wondering just how it got down there in the first place,"

Helplessness painted her angelic features once she realized I had mentally barred her into a prison she couldn't escape.

"So what'll it be, Irene? Cooperate with me or narc on me and expose yourself at the same time?"

It took a few moments for my ultimatum to marinate in her mind before she sighed in defeat.

"If that's how it has to be...then I have no other choice..."

"That's a good girl..." I pleasingly hummed, stroking a feathery finger underneath her chin to which she flinched as if I had scorched her with a flame.

"Don't touch me."

I faked a pout.

"Why? You don't like it...?" I asked her sensually, my voice dropping an octave. "...Or do you prefer touching me instead?"

"N-No," She hastily stammered, averting her gaze from mine but I still noticed the feverish blush engulfing her face.

You can't hide from me.

"Then why can't you look me in the eye and deny it...?" When I was certain no one was paying attention, I grappled onto her fuchsia uniform tie and gently yanked her in toward me so that we were nose to nose. "You liked feeling me up, didn't you, baby...?"

She didn't react as quickly as I would have thought for she seemed rather hypnotized by my alluring words.

It only lasted a split second.

"I didn't feel you up, I was just getting the key," Irene corrected me while snatching her tie from my grasp and readjusting it in an obsessive manner.

"Uh huh, sure...and I totally wasn't horny as fuck while you were doing it," I sarcastically taunted her.

"You're disgusting."

"You like it."

"I do no—" She began to argue but was interrupted by a hyperactive voice.

"Irene! Irene! Come quick!" A baby-faced girl with dyed auburn hair exclaimed, shattering the weighted tension between Irene and I. She bounced excitably on her heels at Irene's side, waving her smartphone around annoyingly. "You gotta see this video that just went viral, it's hilarious!"

"I-I'll be there in a minute, Joy," Irene gingerly told her friend, acting like a child who was just caught with their grubby hand in the cookie jar.

The expressive girl nodded then happily skipped back over to her circle of friends.

Irene's circle.

You may have her now...but not for long...

"Meet me at the south wing after school..." Irene instructed in a quick whisper before turning away and trotting over to her awaiting mass of groupies.

I abidingly watched after her, anxiousness simmering in the pit of my stomach.

How can I possibly maintain my sanity for the next four hours?

I withered.

I churned.

I thought.

Oh, I thought.

She always penetrated my thoughts.

Irene...Irene...

The saint, the cheerleader...

What would it be like...to be dressed in her tight little cheer outfit? To be pinned to the floor ass up, face down while wearing said outfit and spanked by her like the dirty whore I am? The very thought of it had me so damn bothered—

—She had me feeling so fucking hot; I almost moaned her name during Calculus.

Irene...

When the time finally came to meet her, I was basically on the brink of orgasming.

Usually, teenagers get all mushy and nervous around their crush.

But Irene isn't my crush, is she?

No.

Crushes are innocent.

Irene is a delicious obsession.

A luscious temptation...

I'm obsessed.

I bit my lip hard in anticipation as I spotted Irene slowly making her way toward me from down the emptying hallway, her arms hugged defensively around her chest with keen jade eyes trained on my tranquil position against the stairwell banister.

"Let's get this over with..." She sighed, curtly gesturing with her elbow in the direction of the south wing's entrance, indicating that she wanted me to go first.

"As you wish, your majesty." I chuckled.

We walked in a strained silence, the lumbering pressure between us building each step we took. Every now and again, I'd glance over my shoulder to see my chocolate-haired desire sluggishly following my lead several paces behind me.

She definitely didn't trust me.

I love it.

After rounding an eerily sharp corner, we reached our destination. I briefly rummaged in my blazer pocket for my master key and unbolted the paneled wood door. From the doorway, Irene's bag could be seen splayed out across the gritty floor with a few textbooks and sheets of paper spilling from the zippered opening. Her entire aura brightened when she saw her discarded pack. She began to head inside to retrieve it but stopped midway.

"You first..."

I smirked.

She's so fucking cute.

"Relax, I won't try anything funny."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" She asked rhetorically.

"I won't. I swear."

She continued to stare at me cautiously, glued in place.

"...How can I trust you?"

I swiftly took her hand in mine and pushed the key through her fingers. I then further proved my trustworthy intentions by leisurely walking backward into the classroom with my hands held up high above my head in surrender.

Both baffled and relieved, Irene darted past me inside the room and bent down to her bag where she began reloading its scattered contents.

I observed her, fascinated at how easy it was to lure her into my false sense of security.

Oh, Irene...you perfect, beautiful fool...

I allowed her to finish packing her bag and even let her strap it to her shoulder, the key still clenched tightly in her palm.

"Thank you..." The trusting beauty said to me politely with a slight bow then turned for the doorway, completely unaware of the fact that I was about to blindside her.

I forcibly wrenched Irene away from the door by the strap of her bag, which caused the key to fly out of her hand and clang to the ground. Leaving no room for hesitation, I skillfully retrieved the key, slammed the door shut and rebolted the lock all while trying to fight off a wildly resisting Irene who somehow latched herself onto my arm.

My groan mixed in along with her panicked gasp as I pushed against her, inevitably sandwiching her between the locked door and my body. She struggled like hell, but because I held her at an angle, it was easy to overpower her. I dropped her bothersome bag and blindly kicked it into a random corner.

A strangled whine sounded from her throat the harder I meshed our bodies together, her intoxicating strawberry essence dizzying all of my common senses but I managed to keep composed.

"Well, well...what do you know? Looks like we're here again...." I whispered through a breathy laugh, gently caressing the metal object down her flushed cheek.

I loved seeing her this way.

So tense...

So flustered...

So fuckable.

Eventually, I decided to release her just for the thrill of seeing her all disheveled and helpless. She immediately shoved me backward with newfound strength, those enticing pools of jade swimming in fear.

Fuck, I love it.

"Don't look so scared, baby..." I pestered her for a reaction since she didn't utter a single word, even through her resistance. "I don't bite...that hard..."

I advanced a step forward.

She lurched back.

"S-Stay away from me..." She venomously warned me, pressing herself hard against the door. " I mean it..."

I took another step.

"S-S-Stay away! Or I'll—"

"You'll what?" I abruptly cut her off. "Slap me? That wouldn't work...I'd like it too much..."

Turmoil twisted her expression.

"What is wrong with you?"

I laughed my answer.

I've been asking myself that very question since the day I discovered it wasn't 'dicks' that enthralled my pubescent teenage mind.

What indeed is wrong with me?

It seemed silly to blame all my closeted lesbian frustrations on her, but I did.

She's wrong with me.

Every part of her.

Her mesmerizing olive eyes.

Her kissable blood-red lips.

Her fucking everything.

It's perfection.

It's obsession.

Wanting someone this much wasn't healthy, I'm sure.

Dangerous in fact.

But now that I've had an official taste of Irene Bae, I'd do just about anything to have her.

To shatter her perfection.

I want it...

Irene and I were both still for what seemed like ages, but I'm sure in reality, it was only about an hour. She was crouched in front of the door with her knees cradled to her chest while I paced a few feet from her.

Neither of us spoke a word nor let the other out of our sight.

When I moved, she inhaled.

When she moved, I exhaled.

You can try, but I won't let you get away from me, Irene.

It wasn't long before Irene came to the end of her rope with our intensive exchange.

"Do you plan on keeping me here all night?" She lifelessly croaked from her spot on the floor.

If it were legal... I thought ardently to myself but spoke something not quite so forward.

"You remember how you got out yesterday, right?" I asked her playfully, idly running the master key down along the buttons of my white blouse.

She narrowed her eyes.

I smirked.

"What? You don't want to play with me?"

I watched curiously as her face contorted from disgust to hesitation then settled into the same look of determination she honed when she first proclaimed to help tutor me.

"Fine." She grunted, rising to her feet confidently with her hands balled into fists.

Lustful smile never faltering, I removed my navy blazer and tossed it one-handed to the same corner her backpack laid. I then used that same hand to unbutton my blouse expertly, my gaze magnetically locking with hers, the key still gripped in my sweaty right palm.

Perspiration glistened on her forehead when I un-looped the last button. My toned abdomen was exhibited for her modest eyes, which averted shyly away from my half-dressed appearance. I backed myself up against a nearby desk and hopped on it in the same fashion I had the previous day.

I teasingly began to slip the key into the laced bra that peeked out from under my unbuttoned uniform blouse, hearing her intake a sharp breath...

But I paused halfway.

"You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you...?" I asked hauntingly while tracing the key delicately from my chest all the way down to my skirt-covered thigh.

Distraught emerald eyes burned on my skin as I skated my hand down underneath the waistband of my plaid skirt then past the dampened fabric of my panties. An acute moan shot past my lips once I came in contact with my wetness. I pushed the key gently against my clit, shivering from the tingling sensation that rippled through my entire body.

Fuck...this is a new feel...

After removing my hand, I lifted my gaze to be met with Irene's, who was staring back in disbelief.

"You really are sick..."

"You're right...I'm sick..." I admitted through short breaths. "I've been diagnosed with a nasty case of Irene Bae, and oh I've got it bad..."

She shook her head repeatedly.

"L-Look, I'm not into this kinda stuff..."

I let out a coarse chuckle.

"What stuff?"

"This!" She pointed a razor-sharp finger towards the bolted door then to my interlocked legs. "This...k-kinky stuff...I'm not into it!"

I shrugged frankly.

"So?"

"So, I-I have a boyfriend..."

"So?"

"So...I-I'm not a lesbian." She continued to justify.

"So?" I repeated just to see that sexy pissed-off look distort her face once more.

It worked.

"So why do you keep coming on to me?" She asked with an irritated huff, firmly crossing her arms.

The answer was simple.

"Because you're so fucking perfect."

Her angered expression softened at my audacious confession. When she didn't reply straight away, I took the rare chance to verbally release a bit of my pent-up sexual frustration toward her.

"I'm drawn to your perfection...I cherish your righteousness...yet I loathe it at the same time..."

She remained deafeningly silent.

I continued.

"You're always trying to do or say the right thing...but have you ever done something outside of yourself...? Like...have you ever wondered what it would be like just to let go and do something...crazy?"

"This....this is...the craziest thing that's ever happened to me..." She admitted in a breathy whisper.

My own breathing grew vigorous.

"How does that make you feel...?"

"It makes me feel...like..." Her gaze dropped briefly before strengthening and reconnecting with mine. "...Like I should get the hell out of this room...right now..."

I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation, the metal object lightly stimulating my clit.

It's funny how in order for her to get away from me, she was going to have to get as intimately close to me as possible.

With her freedom resting right between my legs, she had no other choice.

"Then come to me, Irene..." I sensually beckoned, wagging an alluring finger in her direction. "Come and get your freedom..."

The intense atmosphere surrounding us grew so hot and heavy; it was almost hard to breathe.

But we were breathing...

The harshness of our breaths seemed to be the only sound that filled the cramped unlit classroom along with the low hum from the school building itself. Her green orbs intently traveled from my legs, up to my face, then to my chest before finally resting back to my thighs.

She was trembling, quite beautifully, taking gradual steps to where I sat.

As she lingered closer, my chest tightened in sync with my throbbing clit.

Fuck...

Her clammy hands took rest on my knees, squeezing slightly before uncrossing and spreading them right open.

I swallowed back a jagged moan.

My brown-haired obsession inhaled sharply as she settled between my parted legs, one hand holding me still on the desk while the other ghosted up my thigh. Her index finger steadily pushed its way toward the center of my moist panties. The action was so delicate...but rough enough that when her finger came in contact with the key, I nearly screamed.

Shit...shit...I'm so...

"D-Did I hurt you...?" Irene asked in a concerned tone, suddenly halting her movements.

She wasn't quite looking me in the eyes, but her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily, her warm breath lightly tickling my neck.

I'm affecting her...

"No...no...I'm okay..." I mewled, drawing her closer by locking my legs around her backside and wrapping my arms loosely around her neck.

She allowed it.

"...Just...don't stop..."

What she did next had me quivering.

She pushed my panties to the side so that she could slip her finger inside, unintentionally grazing the outer entrance of my womanhood.

I felt her shudder against me.

"My God..." She breathed sexily, her confused yet erotically charged gaze staring down at her concealed hand.

"Go ahead, baby..." I coaxed hotly in her ear, gripping one of my hands on her neck for support. "Go ahead and tell me how wet I am..."

Confliction danced in her jade eyes, and though she wanted nothing more than to get the key, even she couldn't deny the surging heat pulsing between the two of us.

This pressure...

Don't fight it, Irene...

"G-God...you're soaking..." The panting brunette stammered through a repressed whimper, sounding so fucking turned on.

My words had affected her.

I was more than sure this wasn't about the stupid key anymore, or about her great urge to evade me. She proved this by hesitantly pulling out the key, but instead of reacting the same way she had yesterday, she remained in place.

I knew from the ravenous look in her eyes that she wanted to touch me some more.

No one is around, Irene; you can sin with me for a few more moments...

I removed my hand from her neck to take ahold of her shaky one that held the key, silently encouraging her to drop it. Once doing so, she allowed me to guide her hand back underneath my skirt and past my panties.

We both groaned softly at each other.

Her fingers didn't move; however, that didn't stop me from rolling my hips eagerly onto her hand.

I did all the work while she just stood frozen in place with her eyes shut tightly, pleasurable moans eliciting from her rosy lips the faster I rode her. Our foreheads tenderly pressed together, that phenomenal pressure progressively building within me, threatening to explode any waking moment.

"I-Irene..." I moaned to her while hungrily nibbling at her earlobe, my hips rapidly picking up momentum. "Irene...please, baby...make me cum..."

That's when it happened.

With only the brisk stroke of her finger, Irene hit my clit, and I erupted like a damn volcano. The aged desk creaked loudly in strain along with my erratic movements.

Her forehead slumped exhaustedly against my shoulder while I vulnerably clung to her.

Holy fucking shit.

She barely moved yet she had me cumming harder than I ever had within seconds opposed to the near half hour I'd spend with my own hand.

Fuck...the things this girl does to me...

I grabbed her hand and sucked the juices off her sticky fingers, tasting my bitter sweetness on my tongue. My eyes never strayed from hers as she intently witnessed me lick her dry. When I finished, I released her hand back to her control, to which she instinctively wiped any leftover residue on her skirt.

Our gazes simultaneously fell to the floor where the long forgotten key laid. She slowly bent to retrieve it.

"Don't forget your bag..." I wearily pointed to the corner I tossed her backpack in before she could turn to leave.

Irene nodded her head obediently then wandered off to fetch her bag, clumsily tripping over her own two feet. I spent the next two minutes watching her struggle to stick the key inside the doorknob.

She was shaking like a leaf.

I slid from the desk; still a bit sensitive from my orgasm but stable enough to walk. I sauntered up behind her and placed my hand over hers, feeling her entire body stiffen at my sudden touch. I steadied her jittering hand and helped her unlatch the door's bolt. After opening the door, she turned to me.

I could have melted with the dazed confusion that glinted in her eyes as she placed the key in my palm then took her leave.

Damn.

I don't know what I just unleashed, but this game of mine was getting unexpectedly deeper...

And I fucking loved it.

Irene...I can see the cracks in your perfection...now break.