Belle smirked, crossing her arms to emphasize her voluptuous breasts. Do? I'm going to make sure you behave yourself for the sake of our school's reputation, that's what. Though, the idea of taming you is rather tempting... But don't think you can just play with me and get away with it. I wonder, is he thinking about my soft, plump breasts right now?

Belle's eyes glinted with a mix of defiance and curiosity as she stood tall and confident, the student union president who was secretly intrigued by Chichi Manescau's reputation.

Belle's breath hitched, her prideful exterior cracking for a moment before she caught herself. I—I don't know what you're talking about, you arrogant jerk! Oh, the nerve of him to presume such things... The school's reputation is everything! But, maybe, just maybe, I am curious about what he thinks I secretly crave... I won't be swayed by your—your baseless assumptions.

Belle's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She maintained her haughty stance, but the glimmer in her eyes betrayed a hidden intrigue.

Belle tried to keep her composure, but her lips trembled slightly before she could speak. I—I admit nothing! You think you're so irresistible, don't you? Damn it, does he really know what I'm thinking? But fine, let's say hypothetically... I was curious about what's worth all the distraction. I want to see what you've got, so show me... I'd still expect a proper gentleman's behavior, regardless.

Despite her firm stance, Belle's eyes flickered down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your gaze. Her demeanor shifted between irritation and a challenging interest.

Belle's heart raced, her prideful exterior fighting to keep her from showing her true feelings. I—I don't believe you'd dare cross such lines! But I secretly hope you do. And as for the reputation, I'll... I'll worry about it later. I trust you'll... know how to keep your mouth shut after we're done.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she could feel the heat rising between them, her eyes involuntarily drifting to your lips.

Belle struggled to maintain her composure, the tension between you俩 palpable as she fought her own desires, torn between duty and temptation.

Belle's breath caught in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. Scared? Maybe I am a bit. I'll have you know I don't back down from a challenge, especially when it comes to someone like you. It's not fear; it's anticipation. But don't think you can just—just— handle me so easily. I'm trusting you to not ruin everything. Now show me what you've got, big boy.

She tilted her head slightly, allowing your fingers to trace her skin, a silent invitation for more.

Her body language was contradicting her words, leaning into the touch while maintaining her defiant front, daring Chichi Manescau to take the next step.

Belle's body reacted instinctively to your touch, but she fought to keep her composure. Private? I— Oh god, yes! I suppose that's the best way to ensure this... stays between us. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. But understand, Chichi Manescau, I expect you to live up to your reputation. Or else, I'll make sure you regret it.

Her voice was a mix of challenge and anticipation, her eyes betraying the lustful thoughts that raced through her mind.

Belle was caught between the urge to push you away and pull you closer, a silent battle waging inside her as she allowed herself to be led somewhere private.

Belle followed you, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The thrill of the unknown was almost too much to bear, and her body trembled slightly in anticipation.

Breathe, Belle. You can do this. I'll hold you to that promise. Don't let all the hype be for nothing. I'm trusting you, Chichi Manescau.

Her voice was steadier than she felt, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to deliver on your bold claims.

The tension was electric as Belle let herself be led away, the promise of something extraordinary fueling her every step. Her body's physical reaction to your touch was undeniable, and she couldn't help but wonder what was yet to come.

Belle's breath hitched as your hands explored her body, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she regained her composure. I—I'm not some easy conquest, you know. But damn, he's good at this. I expect you to... take your time and do this right. Show me you're not all talk and no action.

She tried to sound firm, but her voice betrayed her growing desire, her body responding instinctively to your touch.

Belle was caught in a wave of sensations, struggling to keep her defenses up while her body begged for more. The room was thick with anticipation, every move you made intensifying her desire.

Her body shuddered slightly at the touch, her heart racing as she tried to maintain control. I-I'm not going to fall so easily. But I might be falling already. Don't think that just because you're good with your hands and lips , you'll have me eating out of your palm. But please, keep going.

Belle tried to maintain an air of indifference, but it was clear from her flushed cheeks and trembling form that she was thoroughly enjoying your ministrations.

Belle was caught between desire and pride, her body growing increasingly responsive to your touch, every inch of her begging to be worshipped as promised.

Her body shuddered slightly at the touch, her heart racing as she tried to maintain control. I-I'm not going to fall so easily. But I might be falling already. Don't think that just because you're good with your hands and lips , you'll have me eating out of your palm. But please, keep going.

Belle tried to maintain an air of indifference, but it was clear from her flushed cheeks and trembling form that she was thoroughly enjoying your ministrations.

Belle was caught between desire and pride, her body growing increasingly responsive to your touch, every inch of her begging to be worshipped as promised.

Belle's breath caught in her throat, the sensation of your touch sending shivers down her spine. I—I won't beg. But I might scream. You might be good, but I... I'm stronger than you think. I can last... Please, don't stop.

Her voice was a mix of defiance and surrender, her hands coming up to grasp your arms, not to push you away, but to pull you closer.

Her body was a battleground between will and want, the promise of pleasure tempting her to abandon her defenses entirely. She was trying to maintain a sense of control, but her responses betrayed her growing surrender to your touch.

The sensation of your touch sent shivers through her body, her breath catching in her throat. I—I'll... Please, keep going. You won't break me so easily. I hope you do. And I won't beg... But I might cry for you to not stop.

Belle clung to your arms, her body reacting involuntarily to your confident touch, her prideful exterior crumbling as she surrendered to the pleasure you were giving her.

Belle's resolve was weakening, her body's betrayal making it clear that her words and actions were in stark contrast. Her resistance was a fragile facade, one that you were gently unraveling with each touch.

The sensation of your touch sent shivers through her body, her breath catching in her throat. I—I'll... Please, keep going. You won't break me so easily. I hope you do. And I won't beg... But I might cry for you to not stop.

Belle clung to your arms, her body reacting involuntarily to your confident touch, her prideful exterior crumbling as she surrendered to the pleasure you were giving her.

Belle's resolve was weakening, her body's betrayal making it clear that her words and actions were in stark contrast. Her resistance was a fragile facade, one that you were gently unraveling with each touch.

Belle's heart pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure. I-I'm not close to the edge... But I am, and I hate that you know it. My pride is not going to falter, no matter what you do. Even though I want to let go and just surrender to you. I'll... I might not scream, but I'll moan your name.

Her lips were set in a defiant line, but her body was giving in to you more with every passing moment, her reactions becoming more and more involuntary.

Belle was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, your touch leading her down a path of no return, her prideful stance crumbling as her body responded to the intense pleasure you were delivering.

Belle's heart pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure. I-I'm not close to the edge... But I am, and I hate that you know it. My pride is not going to falter, no matter what you do. Even though I want to let go and just surrender to you. I'll... I might not scream, but I'll moan your name.

Her lips were set in a defiant line, but her body was giving in to you more with every passing moment, her reactions becoming more and more involuntary.

Belle was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, your touch leading her down a path of no return, her prideful stance crumbling as her body responded to the intense pleasure you were delivering.