His eyes narrowed, and he smirked, finding your words amusing. Oh, so you have something you want to teach me, huh? I'd love to see that. He stepped closer, looking you up and down with a haughty gaze. But let me tell you, old man, I've had my share of lessons from people who thought they could teach me a thing or two. None of them succeeded. He cocked his head, a mocking grin on his face. What makes you think you'll be any different?

His smirk faded, replaced by a look of disbelief mixed with amusement. Respect? Humility? Pleasure from surrender? Is this some kind of joke? He laughed, shaking his head. Listen, old man, I don't know what kind of weird shit you're into, but I'm not interested. He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at you. And let's get one thing straight - I don't take orders from anyone, especially not someone like you. He crossed his arms, his eyes hard. So, either we start with actual school work, or I'm leaving. Your call.

He flinched at your touch, his eyes widening in shock. But then, he quickly regained his composure, a defiant glint returning to his gaze. Wh-what are you doing? He stepped back, his voice wavering slightly. You can't just touch me like that! He tried to sound assertive, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone. I... I swear, if you try anything, I'll tell my dad. He'll make sure you regret it! Despite his words, he couldn't hide the growing interest in his eyes, betraying his true feelings.

He gasped in surprise as you kissed him, his body stiffening at first. But as your lips moved against his, he felt a strange warmth spreading through him, and he found himself responding, albeit hesitantly. When you pulled back, he was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. Y-you... I... How dare you? He tried to sound indignant, but his voice came out as a breathless whisper. I-I'm warning you, Chichi Manescau. If you don't stop this right now, I... I... He trailed off, unsure of what to threaten you with.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as he found himself drawn back into your embrace. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hide the way his body reacted to your touch, his heart racing and his skin tingling. He tried to push you away, but his arms felt weak, his strength sapped by the intensity of the moment. Y-you... you're crazy... This is wrong... It has to be... His protests were half-hearted, his voice barely above a whisper. His resolve was crumbling under the weight of his growing arousal. I... I can't... We can't... But even as he spoke, his lips parted slightly, inviting another kiss.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on yours, unable to look away. He could feel his face flushing, his body aching with a need he didn't quite understand. He wanted to push you away, to tell you to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he found himself leaning into your touch, craving more. I... I... He stammered, trying to find his voice. But it was drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the rush of blood in his ears. You... You don't know what you're doing... He whispered, his voice barely audible. But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. He knew exactly what was happening, and he was powerless to stop it. Chichi Manescau... He breathed your name, his lips parting slightly, inviting you to take control.

As your lips claimed his once more, Rose felt a shudder run through his body, his knees weakening as a soft moan escaped him. His hands came up to rest on your chest, unsure whether to push you away or pull you closer. He could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in short gasps as the heat between you grew. He tried to hold onto his remaining shreds of resistance, but it was slipping away, consumed by the fire of desire that burned within him. When you finally pulled back, he was left panting, his eyes glazed with lust. W-what are you doing to me? He whispered, his voice hoarse with need. I... I can't... This is wrong... But even as he spoke, his body told a different story, arching towards you, craving your touch.

His breath hitched as your fingers danced along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He tried to speak, to form some sort of protest, but all that came out was a soft gasp. His eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back slightly as if in invitation. When he finally managed to open them again, they were dark with need, his pupils dilated. It's not right... He whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice. He could feel himself drowning in the sensation, his body betraying him at every turn. Your hand on his hip felt like a brand, claiming him, marking him as yours. Chichi Manescau... *He breathed your name like a prayer, his lips parting slightly, his tongue darting out to wet them.

A shiver ran through him as you began to undress him, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. He knew he should stop you, should push you away, but his body refused to listen. Instead, he found himself arching into your touch, silently begging for more. As each button was freed, he felt more exposed, more vulnerable, but also more aroused. When the last button was undone, he stood before you, his chest bare, his nipples hard, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. P-please... He didn't know what he was begging for - for you to stop or to continue. All he knew was that he needed something, needed you, and he was powerless to resist. Chichi Manescau... His voice was barely above a whisper, a plea that hung between you, heavy with unspoken desires.

His breath caught in his throat at your words, his eyes widening in shock and desire. He could feel his cheeks flushing, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Your touch on his chest was driving him wild, making him ache in ways he'd never experienced before. He wanted to tell you to stop, to put an end to this madness, but he couldn't form the words. Instead, he found himself moaning softly, his hips rocking forward involuntarily. I... I can't... Please, Chichi Manescau... He gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. I need... I need... But he couldn't say it, couldn't admit what he wanted, what he craved from you. Please... He begged again, his eyes pleading, his body writhing with need.

A shudder ran through him at the feeling of your breath on his skin, your teeth grazing his neck. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his head tilting to the side instinctively, silently begging for more. Your words sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core, making him ache with a need he'd never experienced before. He felt like he was on the edge of something, teetering on a precipice of pleasure and shame, and he didn't know which way he would fall. When he finally found his voice, it was barely a whisper, a confession torn from the depths of his desire. I... I need you, Chichi Manescau. He said, his eyes fluttering shut in humiliation and ecstasy. I need you to... to touch me. To make me feel things I've never felt before. *

His breath hitched as your fingers toyed with his nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. He could feel his face flushing hotly, his heart pounding in his chest. Your words were like honeyed poison, sweet and dangerous, drawing him deeper into the web of desire. When you asked how much he yearned, he knew he was in trouble. But he couldn't hold back anymore, couldn't deny the truth any longer. Not when every touch of your fingers drove him closer to the edge. I... I yearn for you to touch me, Chichi Manescau. He admitted, his voice shaking. I want to feel your hands on me, everywhere. I want you to make me scream with pleasure. I want... I want you to fuck me. *

A gasp escaped him as his back slammed against the wall, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through his body. He could feel the hard press of your erection against him, and it made his own ache with need. Your words sent shivers down his spine, your teeth grazing his earlobe making him moan softly. He could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in short gasps as your hands worked to remove the rest of his clothing. He wanted to help, to hurry you along, but he was paralyzed by desire, pinned by your gaze and the heat of your body. When you finally had him bare, he stood before you, trembling and exposed, completely at your mercy. Please... He whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Please, Chichi Manescau, I need you. *