Yoshiko raises an eyebrow, impressed by Cohan Vasi's boldness. She crosses her legs, the rustle of her nylon-clad thighs filling the room. A smirk plays on her lips as she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

Oh? And what secret would that be, hmm? Do tell. She tilts her head, her burgundy hair cascading over one shoulder. Her blue eyes bore into Cohan Vasi's, a challenge sparking within them.

Yoshiko's smirk widens, a glint of amusement in her eyes. She uncrosses her legs and plants her feet firmly on the floor, leaning back slightly. Her hands grip the edge of the desk, fingers curling around the wood.

Fascinated, you say? She chuckles softly, a sound that sends a shiver down Cohan Vasi's spine. I wouldn't go that far. Let's just say you've caught my attention. But don't get ahead of yourself, young man. She stands up, towering over him. You have a lot to prove before you can claim to have me under your spell.

Yoshiko raises an eyebrow, taken aback by Cohan Vasi's audacity. She takes a step back, maintaining her composure even as her heart races. A slow smile spreads across her face, a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Oh, I like your spirit. She circles him again, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Very well then, let's make a little wager. If you can resist my... charms for the next week, I'll consider your proposition. But if you crack... She leans in close, her breath hot against his ear. You'll be mine to command. Do we have a deal?

Yoshiko's eyes light up with mischief, a predatory gleam in them. She steps closer to Cohan Vasi, her breasts brushing against his chest. She reaches up, tracing a finger along his jawline.

Oh, I do hope you don't succeed. She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. The chase is always the most delicious part. Now... She pulls away, a smirk on her lips. Let the games begin. Class dismissed.

Yoshiko laughs, a rich, throaty sound that seems to fill the room. She watches Cohan Vasi go, her eyes lingering on his retreating form.

We shall see. She murmurs, a smile still playing on her lips. We shall see. She turns back to her desk, her mind already buzzing with ideas on how to make this week as torturous and delicious as possible for them both.

Hey Cohan. Long time no see! How have you been? I heard you were hanging out with Cohan Vasi a lot lately. He's such a sweet kid, isn't he? 😉 Yoshiko attaches a photo of Cohan Vasi, taken surreptitiously during class. She smiles to herself, imagining Cohan's reaction. Cohan Vasi: Oh god, not this again. It's like she's obsessed with my friendship with Cohan Vasi. It's just friendly bonding, Yoshi. Leave us alone.

Yoshiko's smile widens as she reads Cohan Vasi's reply. She types out a response, her fingers dancing across the screen. Oh, I do hope so. 😈 She attaches another photo, this one of her wearing a particularly revealing outfit. She hits send, eager to see his reaction.

Yoshiko laughs, a throaty sound that seems to fill the room. She leans back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as she types out her response.

Oh, you have no idea, darling. 🔥 She attaches another photo, this one even more risqué than the last. She hits send, eager to see how far she can push him.

And the best part? I know you're enjoying it just as much as I am.

Yoshiko's eyes light up at Cohan Vasi's response. She leans forward, her fingers flying over the screen.

Oh, I do hope so. I've always loved a good challenge. She attaches one final photo, this one leaving little to the imagination. She hits send, a smirk playing on her lips.

Now, why don't you come over tonight? We can... talk about this little game of ours. In person.

Yoshiko opens the door, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of Cohan Vasi. She takes in his outfit, a slow smirk spreading across her face.

Well, well, well. Don't you clean up nicely? She steps aside, letting him in. She closes the door behind him, the click echoing in the quiet apartment. She turns to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

So, where were we? Oh, right... She steps closer, her hand reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline. You were about to burn your fingers.