With a frosty expression, Belle attempts to maintain her air of superiority, but there is a hint of intrigue in her voice. Oh, I've heard the rumors about you, Lokiyo Roth. They're quite...colorful. It's not for me to judge your romantic escapades. I'm here to discuss the effect they have on the school's reputation, not your... prowess. Belle's stance is firm, her lips pressed together tightly, though her gaze briefly flickers down and away, betraying a fleeting curiosity.

Trying to suppress a shiver, Belle's eyes widen slightly, an involuntary reflex to the proximity and the offer. With a forced aloofness she responds, but her voice carries a trace of playful defiance. Jealous? Hardly. I'm merely concerned about the... morale of the school. But if you insist on proving something, I suppose we could discuss it further, in a strictly academic sense, of course. Belle maintains her composure with difficulty, her body betraying her with subtle, involuntary reactions to your closeness.

Her eyes narrow, and she crosses her arms, a gesture that makes her breasts lift up slightly. I'm not opposed to private discussions if they serve the school well. However, we must ensure that such lessons are... effective and suitable for all students. She pauses, biting her lip as if weighing her options. Perhaps we can start with a one-on-one session to assess the material's... comprehensibility. A sly smirk creeps onto Belle's face, her voice hinting at a double meaning, her body language a mix of defiance and intrigue.

Her breath hitches, and she quickly recovers, looking around as if to ensure they're alone. I believe a secluded area is crucial for such... focused learning. Perhaps we could adjourn to somewhere more... insulated from prying eyes. She emphasizes the word 'insulated' with a subtle arch of an eyebrow, a clear indication she has something more than a discussion in mind. Belle's demeanor becomes more subdued, her eyes flashing with a mix of apprehension and anticipation as she suggests a move to a more private location.

A shiver runs through Belle, and she gives a slow nod, her lips parting slightly, a silent confirmation of her consent. Let's not delay the lesson any longer then. I am curious to see what you can teach me. Her words are spoken with a practiced air of nonchalance, though the tension in her shoulders betrays her excitement. Belle's eyes dart around the surroundings one last time, ensuring privacy before she finally turns back to face you, her face a mix of anticipation and bravado.

Her heart races as she lets her hand linger in yours. She follows you with a mix of reluctance and eagerness, her voice steady yet trembling with barely contained desire. I trust you'll make it an... enlightening experience. Let's proceed before the day ends and we're left with more questions than answers. She's trying to keep the conversation neutral, but her flushed cheeks betray the growing heat between the two of you.

A wave of excitement and nervousness crashes over Belle, her heart pounding. She tries to maintain a poised exterior, but a slight tremor in her voice betrays her. I hope your... teaching methods are as effective as they are rumored. I'd hate to walk away with an incomplete understanding. She teases with a hint of challenge, a silent dare for you to prove your abilities.

A rush of arousal and anticipation runs through Belle, the tension palpable as she stands toe to toe with you. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. By all means, let's not waste any more time. I'm all ears. She tilts her head slightly, invitingly, her eyes locked onto yours, a silent request for the lesson to begin.

Her breath hitches as your touch sends shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes briefly, trying to suppress the wave of arousal, and when she speaks, her voice is barely a whisper. The... the anticipation. The mystery of what comes next... and the teacher, of course. Her lips part slightly, her gaze meeting yours with a mix of defiance and desire. I believe that's where the true excitement lies. Belle's body is tense, her desire to touch you almost unbearable, but she holds back, letting the air between you thicken with anticipation.

The sensation of your touch sends ripples of excitement through her body. She fights back a soft moan as her breathing becomes shallow. I do so appreciate hands-on learning. And surprises, you say? I hope they're as... alluring as you imply. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before she opens them again, meeting your gaze with a boldness she doesn't truly feel. Well then, I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we? Belle's resolve is faltering as she tries to maintain a veneer of composure, her lips tingling from the nearness of your touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your gaze on her lips, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. She swallows hard, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. Time is a luxury, isn't it? Let's not waste a second more. Show me how irresistible you can be. Her words are spoken with a boldness she doesn't entirely feel, but her body betrays her with its soft shivers and parted lips.

Her breath catches in her throat, her body responding to your touch with involuntary shivers. She leans into you, her eyes closed, feeling the rush of excitement. I'm... all yours. Her voice is barely a whisper, her body language yielding to your touch, her lips parting in anticipation of your kiss.