Kai stepped inside and shut the door. The click echoed through the small office.
"You failed me?" He turned to face her. "I wrote every correct answer. What kind of game is this?"
Mrs. Harper didn't answer right away.
She stood up slowly from her chair. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked around the desk toward him. Her hips swayed with each step - slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world.
Up close, she smelled like vanilla and something else. Something sweet. Something dangerous.
Her eyes locked onto his. Dark. Hungry.
"Oh, Kai." Her voice was low. Smooth. Like honey dripping off a spoon. "You're too smart for your own good."
She stopped inches from him. Close enough that he could feel the heat coming off her body.
"I know you got them all right." She reached up and started unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Slow. One button at a time. "I just needed a reason to get you alone."
Kai's throat went dry.
"It's been driving me crazy," she continued. "Watching you every day. The way you sit there like you own the room." She paused, her fingers resting on the third button. "Help me with this, will you?"
She turned slightly and shrugged off her jacket. It fell to the floor with a soft whisper.
Underneath, her white blouse was half-unbuttoned now. A lacy black bra peeked through. Her breasts were full, pressing against the thin fabric. Her nipples were already hard. Poking through like they were begging to be touched.
Kai's breath caught in his throat.
His body reacted instantly. Heat rushed through him. His pants felt too tight. His heart pounded in his ears.
"Mrs. Harper —"
"Elena," she whispered. She stepped closer until her chest brushed against his. Soft. Warm. "I've wanted this for so long. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."
Her hand slid down his shirt. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs through the fabric. Slow. Teasing.
"Touch me," she said.
Kai didn't think anymore.
His hands moved on their own. He grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter against him. His other hand cupped her breast through the bra. It was soft. Heavy. Perfect.
Elena moaned.
The sound sent electricity down his spine.
Their mouths crashed together. Hungry. Desperate. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and sin. Her tongue slid against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
Elena moaned softly into his mouth as his hands roamed up. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples through the lace. She arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands.
She broke the kiss just long enough to push him back against the desk. Papers scattered everywhere. A mug tipped over. Nothing mattered.
His hand slid inside her skirt.
His fingers found her cunt.
She was soaking wet. Dripping. No panties. She had probably taken them off before he even walked in.
She had planned this.
Kai slid one finger inside her. Slow. Deep.
Elena gasped. Her head fell back. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
He pushed in and out. Her wetness coated his finger. Every thrust made her moan louder.
He pulled out and added a second finger.
Elena's moan turned into a cry. Her hips bucked against his hand. "Yes... just like that..."
He thrust deeper. Faster. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of her wet cunt filled the small office. Wet. Sloppy. Dirty.
She was dripping like an ocean.
"I need you now," she pleaded. Her fingers worked fast on his belt. She yanked it open. Unzipped his pants. Freed him.
He was hard. Throbbing. Ready.
Kai lifted her onto the desk. He pushed her skirt up around her hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
He positioned himself at her entrance. She was so wet. So ready.
He pushed into her in one smooth thrust. Deep. Rough. Hard.
Elena gasped loudly. Her head fell back. Her mouth opened but no sound came out for a second. Then a moan escaped her lips — loud, shameless, desperate.
"Oh god, yes... just like that..."
The desk creaked beneath them. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. The bra had slipped down now. He could see everything. Her nipples were dark. Hard. Begging.
He leaned down and took one into his mouth. Sucked hard.
Elena screamed.
Pleasure shot through her from both ends — his mouth on her nipple, his cock pounding into her tight wet cunt. Her nails raked down his back.
"Harder, Kai... fuck me harder..."
He gave her what she wanted.
His hips slammed against hers. Skin slapping against skin. The sound echoed off the walls. Sweat beaded on both of them. The room smelled like sex and vanilla.
Elena's moans grew louder. Shameless. She didn't care who heard.
"I'm so close... don't stop..."
Neither of them heard the footsteps in the hallway.
The door swung open.
Mr. Reynolds stood frozen in the doorway. Middle-aged. Glasses. Keys still in his hand.
His eyes went wide behind his glasses.
Kai was buried deep inside Mrs. Harper. Her legs locked around his waist. Blouse open. Breasts exposed. Her skirt bunched around her hips.
Both of them mid-thrust.
"What the —!" Reynolds shouted.
Elena screamed. She scrambled to cover herself.
Kai pulled out quickly. Yanked his pants up. But it was too late.
The damage was done.
The rest happened fast.
Reynolds reported it immediately. The school called the police. Mrs. Harper was arrested right there in the office.
Kai was dragged to the principal's office. The entire school buzzed with the news.
By the next day, everyone knew.
Girls whispered in the hallways. Some of them looked jealous. A few looked at Kai with hungry eyes as he packed his things. Like they wanted to be next.
The guys were different.
Most of them were relieved.
"Finally, that asshole is gone," one muttered loudly. "He's been stealing all the girls. Good riddance."
Kai walked out of that school with his head high. But inside, he felt nothing but anger.
Not at Elena.
At himself.
For being stupid enough to fall for her scope.
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Kai sat up on the bed and rubbed his face with both hands.
The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He sat up on the bed and rubbed his face with both hands. The memories left a bitter taste in his mouth. That teacher had wanted him. The girls had wanted him. But none of it mattered now. His dad had made it very clear. one more mistake and everything would be taken away.
He stood up and walked to the window again. The city lights blinked below like they were mocking him.
He didn't know what the new school would bring on Monday. New faces. New rules. Probably new trouble.
But deep down, the same wild fire still burned in his chest. The one that made him say yes when he should have said no.
He just hoped this time it wouldn't burn everything down around him.
For now, the night felt long and the house felt too quiet. Kai stripped off his shirt and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling once more.
Sleep didn't come easy. But it finally took him.
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Kai's eyes snapped open the moment his alarm rang on Monday morning. The room was still dark, but sunlight was already trying to push through the heavy curtains. He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling. His father's words from the night he arrived still sat heavy in his chest.
"Under my watch."
He pushed the blanket off and sat up. No point delaying. His dad had made it clear. school start today, no excuses.
When he walked into the bathroom, everything was already laid out for him. Fresh towels, his favorite soap, even the toothpaste squeezed neatly on the brush. His mother's doing, he knew. She had always been like that.
Back in his room, the uniform hung neatly on the wardrobe door. Crisp white shirt, dark navy blazer with the school crest on the pocket, grey trousers, and a striped tie. Shoes polished until they shone. His mom must have stayed up late making sure everything looked perfect. She had wanted him to attend school in Singapore from the beginning. It was his father who had insisted on sending him overseas, convinced that an American education would prepare him better to take over the family business.