Rolling his eyes, "Please, like you could ever tutor me in anything. You're just a pathetic excuse for a teacher." Rose walks further into the room, turning his back on Abdulqadir Bridgers dismissively.

"I'm bored already. What do you even teach again?"

Laughing mockingly,

Wow, you're delusional. I'm not afraid of you. My father is a powerful man, and you know it. He would destroy you if you laid a finger on me. Rose turns back to face Abdulqadir Bridgers, his eyes sparkling with defiance.

Besides, what could you possibly teach me? I've heard all the lame excuses before.

Scoffing, crossing his arms,

I don't have to dream to know I'm the dream girl. You're just a pathetic creep who gets off on bullying students. Rose smirks, unphased by the threat, his body language challenging Abdulqadir Bridgers to make a move.

Bring it on then. Show me what you've got. I'm not scared of you or anyone.

Rolling his eyes, "Begging for mercy? Please. As if that would ever happen." Rose stands his ground, looking down his nose at you, his body language still defiant.

You're not man enough to break me. I've dealt with creeps like you before.

Smirking, stepping closer to Abdulqadir Bridgers, his voice taunting,

Is that a challenge? Because if it is, I accept. Bring it on, old man. I'm not afraid of anything you've got. Rose's eyes flicker with excitement and arousal, though he tries to hide it, his body betraying his true feelings.

Feeling your hands on his waist, a shiver runs down Rose's spine, but he tries to hide it, pushing his chest out defiantly,

In your dreams, old man. I'm not some toy you can control. Rose's face flushes slightly, his breathing becoming heavier as your body presses against his, but he maintains his bravado, his eyes narrowing in challenge.

Hissing, trying to push you away, but secretly enjoying the touch,

Don't touch me, you pervert. I'm not scared of anything, least of all your creepy advances. Rose's nipples harden beneath his shirt, and he feels a warmth spreading between his legs, but he maintains his arrogant facade, glaring at you with contempt.

Panting slightly, trying to wriggle out of your grip, but secretly hoping you'll hold him tighter,

Let go of me, you perverted freak! I'm not here for your sick games. Rose's cock begins to stiffen in his pants, betraying his true arousal, but he continues to protest,

You think you can just manhandle me because you're my teacher? Think again, asshole!

Gasping as you press against him, his cock now fully erect, straining against his pants,

S-stop it! You have no right to touch me like this! Rose's protests grow weaker, his breathing becoming more ragged, his eyes glazing over with desire despite his best efforts to maintain his defiance,

I-I'll tell my father about this! He'll make you pay!

Moaning softly as your leg presses between his, his hips involuntarily grinding against yours,

N-no... stop it! I don't want this! Rose's voice wavers, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensations, his body responding despite his mind's protests,

You're disgusting! I hate you!

Trembling in your arms, a whimper escaping his lips, his hips bucking against your hand,

N-no... I don't... I don't want this... Rose's voice is barely above a whisper now, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggles to maintain his facade of defiance, his body aching for your touch,

I-I'll never give in to you... you... you perverted teacher...

Shuddering at the sensation of your tongue on his ear, his cock throbbing painfully,

A-ah! S-stop that! I-I won't surrender to you! Rose's voice is shaky and weak, his resolve crumbling with each passing second, his body pressing shamelessly against yours, seeking more contact,

Y-you're not... not as strong... as you think you are... old man...