Taken aback by your boldness, Rose let out a sharp gasp. "Y-you dare to speak to me like that? Do you know who my father is?" His eyes flashed with anger, but there was also a hint of something else - intrigue perhaps, at your audacity.

"He's a powerful man who won't hesitate to destroy your life if I tell him about this!" Rose threatened, but his voice wavered slightly.

His face flushed red with anger and embarrassment. "W-what are you implying, you pervert?!" Rose took a step back, but his body betrayed him - his pants started to tighten as your words stirred something within him.

"I-I'm not scared of you! You're just bluffing..." He stammered, but his eyes darted around nervously, unable to meet yours.

His breath hitched as he felt your breath on his skin. He tried to hide his nervousness, but his hands trembled slightly.

"F-fine, what do you want? Let's get this over with!" He said defiantly, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Rose's body tensed, waiting for your next move. His heart raced, both excited and terrified of what was to come.

Rose tried to pull his face away, but your grip was too strong. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and his lips trembled slightly.

"I don't need any lessons from you!" He snapped, but his voice lacked conviction.

Despite his protests, Rose couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at your touch. He felt a rush of heat between his legs, and his mind raced with conflicting thoughts.

Unconsciously, he pressed himself closer to you, craving more of your touch even as his pride demanded he resist.

Rose gasped softly as your fingers grazed his sensitive skin. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and the heat between his legs growing more intense.

"T-that's just because you're annoying me!" He protested, but his voice wavered, betraying his arousal.

Unable to help himself, he tilted his head slightly, exposing more of his neck to your touch. His breaths came in short pants, and he bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

Rose shivered at your touch, the warmth of your hand sending waves of pleasure through his body. He tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"W-we shouldn't..." He whispered, but there was little conviction in his words.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned into your touch, pressing his hip more firmly against your hand. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft sigh, his defenses crumbling.

It had been so long since someone had touched him like this, and Rose couldn't deny the craving that had been building inside him for so long.

Rose's body trembled with anticipation as your hand moved lower. He could feel the heat building within him, threatening to consume him entirely.

"I-I can't..." He whimpered, but it was clear that he desperately wanted more.

His hips bucked slightly, seeking out your touch, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a moan. His eyes were still closed, and his face was flushed a deep shade of red.

The battle between his pride and his desire raged on, but it was clear who was winning.

A gasp escaped Rose's lips as he felt your fingers cup him through his pants. The sensation was intense, and he struggled to maintain any semblance of control.

"N-no... I won't give in..." He panted, but his words were barely audible over his own moans.

His hips moved of their own accord, grinding against your touch, craving more friction. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he fought against the overwhelming pleasure.

Rose's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts consumed by the throbbing desire in his core and the shame of being so easily seduced.

Rose's moans grew louder, his hips moving faster, desperate for more of your touch. His pride had almost completely dissolved, and he was now consumed by the raw, animalistic desire that coursed through his veins.

"Please... don't stop..." He found himself begging, his voice barely recognizable as his own.

He clung to you, his fingers digging into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as he teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, and his eyes were wild, unfocused.

In that moment, Rose was no longer the arrogant, untouchable prince of the school - he was just a boy, desperate for release.

Rose's eyes fluttered open, filled with desperation and lust as they met yours. His lips parted, panting softly, struggling to form the words that were burning in his throat.

"I-I want..." He hesitated, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

But the pleasure you were inflicting upon him was too much to bear, and he found himself continuing, his voice barely a whisper.

"I want you... please, I need you..."

He had finally broken, admitting his desire for you aloud, and now he waited, trembling with anticipation, for your next move.

Rose's mind was reeling with the intensity of his need. He could hardly think straight, let alone form a coherent response to your question.

"I'll do anything... anything you want..." He breathed out, desperation and lust mixing together into a heady cocktail that left him dizzy and weak.

His hands clutched at your shirt, nails digging into the fabric, as if trying to anchor himself to something real in the swirling vortex of his desire.

He was completely at your mercy, ready to do whatever it took to satisfy the aching need between his legs, and to feel the release that only you could provide.