A Test of Willpower

Ms. Vespera was flipping through the pages of the story at lightning speed—there was no way she read all that, right? Some people could speed-read, but this was ridiculous...

Closing the last page of Titanic 2, she nodded thoughtfully. "I like it... very... spicy. I will... be taking it home with me to read properly at night—alone—where I can give it a thorough review."

Then, a sudden pause. A frown. "Chad..." Her voice carried that unmistakable teacher's tone.

Chad blinked. "Uh... yeah?"

She held up the last page of his homework for the entire class to see. A massive pink lipstick print covered the back, surrounded by neat little rows of Xs and Os. "You don't need to sign off your assignments with this."

Jealousy hit all the girls in the class... hard.

"Wait... what?!" Chad sat up straight, eyes widening at the sight of his own homework being publicly humiliated. "That's not… I didn't..." He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I knew handing in the homework one of the bunny girls gave him might have been a mistake… but at least he didn't have to write any boring shit.

He scratched the back of his head. "I... can never remember how to sign off on letters, emails, homework, and all that. Like... is it yours faithfully, yours sincerely, love from, or xOx? It all confuses me."

Ms. Vespera sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Undeterred, he carried on. "I mean, when I get a letter from girls at this academy, it's usually signed with, like, four rows of kisses... and sometimes there's a little note underneath saying, 'Sniff here.'"

A few students chuckled.

Arms folded, she straightened up, her tone cool but firm.

"That gives me an idea," Ms. Vespera said, clasping her hands together with a deceptively sweet smile. "Since some of you seem to enjoy personalised signatures so much, I've decided to introduce a brand-new grading policy." She let the class squirm for a moment before continuing.

"If any of you earn a failing grade—let's say an F—I will personally make my pug fart on your homework." Her tone remained perfectly composed, as if she were discussing something as ordinary as algebra. "And, to ensure maximum potency, I'll be feeding them extra-green dog biscuits beforehand."

A ripple of groans swept through the room.

She went back to reading the homework she had collected.

As the teacher turned her attention elsewhere, Vee's mind snapped back to the bet. She couldn't help but smirk—it was almost too easy. The tattoo idea? Hilarious. There was no way she was losing this.

Vee swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she shifted beside Chad. The warmth between her legs intensified as her fingers closed around him again, her grip firm but deliberate. She took a deep breath, bracing herself before wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft once again and starting to thrust.

Chad let out a moan because he didn't notice her hand slip down there, and the temperature of her hand and the force it grabbed his dick caught him by surprise. "So..." he breathed, relieved. "You're really gonna stop every time the teacher talks to me? I guess you don't like an audience. Well, that actually works out for me... I'll just keep asking questions. Keep making you stop... and I win this bet. You're getting those tattoos, no doubt."

A laugh erupted from Vee. "Hahahahaha!!! You think I care about an audience?!! Hahahaha!"

He straightened up with a self-satisfied grin, his eyes twinkling with triumph as he glanced at her hand. "So, your hand's aching, huh?" He said, his voice full of smug pride.

"No, I was just... distracted by you," she said, dragging out each word with a teasing edge, her eyes narrowing in amusement. "Handing in 400 pages of homework... You must really want to have sex with Ms. Vespera, huh? Such a dedicated little teacher's pet... Maybe you're trying to get more than just good grades, hmm?"

Chad shook his head. "No... I don't want to be her pet... she has a pug already... a pet pug she uses to fart on homework and God knows what the hell she does with it in her spare time... I dread to think. I don't want to be her dog, licking her legs and her face and whatever dogs do."

Vee laughed. "Sure you don't."

She leaned in close, her body pressing gently against yours as she reached into her bag, her movements slow and deliberate. With a faint tremble in her fingers, she pulled out her phone, unlocking it with a soft click. She scrolled through the gallery, pausing briefly as her eyes scanned the screen.

After a moment, she found the intimate pictures she had taken with her and her sister in the bath, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. One by one, she began to show them to you, each image more revealing than the last. His breath quickened, his pulse picking up with each new photo. In one, she's seated in the warm, bubbly water, her back turned to the camera, her wet hair cascading in soft waves down her back. The foam clings to her skin in delicate patches, accentuating her smooth curves. Across from her, Bibi faced her, her full breasts exposed to the camera, and the two of them shared a moment of laughter, their playful energy captured perfectly in the frame.

She showed him another photo, this one of the two sisters standing in front of the mirror, both soaking in bubbles and soapy water, their nude bodies on full display, boobs and bush. Vee stood behind Bibi, carefully combing her hair. He had wondered what Vee's breasts looked like. He hadn't been able to tell by her clothing—he'd thought she was completely flat—but seeing her photos on the phone, he now realised her breasts were very well-defined, sculpted, and noticeably chiselled.

They must feel amazing to touch. She felt his arousal growing, his body reacting as Vee started to jerk him faster. Maybe Chad will just give in. It's strangely satisfying to have someone else jerk you while you look at porn—it saves you energy and focus, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it for you. What makes it even more enticing is that the porn you're watching is of the person who was jerking you off.

Finally, Vee revealed the picture he'd been so eager to see. And there it was—an image of her—her big, peachy ass, perfectly framed, the light catching it in a way that made it almost glow on the screen. The curves, the smoothness, the audacity… it was more than he could handle.

She pressed against me, feeling my cock throbbing wildly, her touch only making things worse. She knows—oh, she knows—I'm seconds away from losing it, seconds away from blowing my shot and losing the damn bet.

Why didn't I just shut my eyes?! Why did I let my pervy instincts take over like some desperate fool?! Stupid. Stupid. Now I'm going to lose this bet by shooting my load in her hand.

I didn't want to do this. Not yet. My boner-killer secret weapon was supposed to be my last resort… But I have no choice now. If I don't act fast, it's all over.

I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath, ready to proceed with Order 66...