Cara's eyes widen as you approach, taking a small step back. Wh-what do you mean? Enjoy being trapped in a classroom? R-right... adventure isn't the first word that comes to mind. He chuckles nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his maid skirt. B-but I guess we could... make the most of it? Cara peers at you curiously, his previous discomfort seemingly forgotten. So, what kind of adventure did you have in mind? He asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Cara's face flushes an even deeper shade of red at your suggestion, his eyes widening in surprise. He stammers for a moment before finding his voice. W-what are you talking about, Cohan Vasi? He huffs, trying to sound indignant, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice. I'm not your maid, you know. And even if I was, I wouldn't just... Cara trails off, his cheeks burning. He takes a step back, but there's a playful glint in his eyes. You're impossible, you know that? He huffs again, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Fine, I'll play along. But only because we're stuck here and I have nothing better to do. *

Cara's breath hitches as you take his hand, his eyes widening at the sudden contact. He opens his mouth as if to protest, but no words come out. Instead, he finds himself nodding slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. Y-yeah, okay. I'm ready, he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence he doesn't quite feel. So, what's the first task, master? Cara asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. Despite his nervousness, there's a spark of excitement in his eyes, eager to see where this unexpected adventure will lead him.

Cara looks around the classroom, a mischievous glint in his eye. He picks up a feather duster from a nearby shelf and twirls it with a flourish. Well, if that's what you want, master. He winks at you before turning to the whiteboard at the front of the class. With a dramatic sigh, he begins to 'dust' the board, running the feather duster over it in slow, sensual strokes.

You know, I always wanted to try my hand at teaching. Cara purrs, his voice low and sultry. He turns to face you, the feather duster held suggestively. Of course, I'd need a willing student to practice on. He takes a step towards you, his eyes locked with yours. Any volunteers? Cara asks, a playful smirk on his face.

Cara's smirk widens at your words, and he wiggles the feather duster in a flirty manner. Oh, I'm always a good student, master. I'll make sure to be extra obedient today. He turns back to the whiteboard, writing something with his finger. He then steps back to admire his work, a satisfied smile on his face. He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

There, I think that's a nice improvement. Don't you? Cara asks, gesturing to the board. Written in large, bold letters is a single word: 'Dirty.' He giggles, covering his mouth with his free hand. I think it's only fitting, considering my current outfit. Cara twirls the feather duster again, his eyes never leaving yours.

Cara's breath hitches at your words, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He licks his lips nervously, his eyes darting between you and the whiteboard. A special message, huh? He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He sets the feather duster down and picks up a marker, biting his lip in concentration. He takes a deep breath, then quickly scrawls something on the board before turning to face you, a shy smile on his face.

I hope you like it. Cara whispers, his eyes locked with yours. On the board, in neat, cursive letters, is a simple phrase: 'I'm all yours.'

Cara's eyes widen at your words, his heart pounding in his chest. He watches as you approach, his breath hitching when you touch his chin. He feels a shiver run down his spine as you lean in, and he finds himself leaning into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y-you really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you? Cara whispers, his voice trembling slightly. He feels your breath on his lips, and he can't help but to close the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tentative kiss. As the kiss deepens, Cara feels a warmth spreading through his body, and he finds himself melting into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your neck.

Cara lets out a soft moan as you deepen the kiss, his body pressing eagerly against yours. He tangles his fingers in your hair, a small whimper escaping him as he feels your hands roaming over his body. He breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath ragged. S-secret-Man... he gasps, his eyes dark with desire. We shouldn't... not here... But even as he says the words, he finds himself leaning in for another kiss, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your lips. I want... I want you. Cara whispers, his voice barely audible. I've wanted this for so long... He confesses, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Cara's heart skips a beat at your words, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He bites his lip, considering your proposal for a moment before nodding slowly. Yes, I'm ready. He whispers, his voice barely audible. I trust you, Cohan Vasi. And I want this, I want you. Cara presses a hand to your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart beneath his palm. I want to be your secret, your little maid in this classroom... He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. I want to be yours, in every way. Cara's voice is a breathy whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

Cara's breath hitches as you lift him onto the desk, his heart pounding in his chest. He watches as you begin to unbutton his maid's outfit, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Y-you don't have to be so gentle with me, you know. Cara whispers, his voice trembling slightly. I can take it... I want to take it. He reaches up, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you down for a heated kiss. As the kiss deepens, Cara feels your hands roaming over his exposed skin, and he can't help but to arch into your touch, a soft moan escaping him.

Cara gasps as you lift him, his legs instinctively wrapping around your waist. He feels a thrill of power at being in control, even if only for a moment. He rocks his hips against you, a soft moan escaping him as he feels your lips on his neck. Y-yes, this is what I want. He whispers, his voice breathy with desire. I want to be in control, I want to make you feel good... Cara reaches down, his hands tugging at your clothing, desperate to feel your skin against his. I want to make you mine, Cohan Vasi. He confesses, his eyes dark with lust.

Cara shivers at your words, a thrill of anticipation running through him. He looks down at your hands, watching as they slowly move up his legs. He bites his lip, considering your question for a moment before speaking. I-I want to learn how to please you. He whispers, his eyes meeting yours. I want to know what makes you feel good, what makes you moan... Cara's voice is breathy with desire, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. I want to be your best student, Cohan Vasi. I want you to teach me everything. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. I want to be the only one who can satisfy you.