Chapter 33: Baptism of Desire

Shalini stepped past the threshold of Malika's second home, a place that had already changed her in ways she barely recognized. The warm, musky scent of candles and incense greeted her like a lover's embrace. Tonight, Malika had insisted she wear something far bolder — a figure-hugging maroon dress, sleeveless, plunging low in front, the hem brushing indecently high against her thighs. Beneath, she wore only a thin G-string, the feel of it making every step a pulse of heat between her legs.

"Welcome, Shalu," Malika purred, offering a glass of wine as soon as Shalini set her bag down.

Shalini accepted it with trembling fingers, taking a long swallow, letting the wine burn away the last of her hesitation.

Malika leaned close, inhaling her perfume with a hungry smile. "You look… edible."

Shalini flushed. "It feels obscene."

"That's exactly the point."

Malika stroked her arm slowly, like coaxing a frightened deer. "Tonight, you give yourself permission. Understand? No guilt, no shame."

Shalini nodded, though her heart thundered.

Malika turned, gesturing toward the inner lounge where Ayu waited — shirtless this time, his young chest gleaming with a faint sheen of oil, eyes low and deferential.

Shalini's knees nearly buckled.

"He's been waiting," Malika whispered. "Hungry for you."

Shalini stepped forward, glass in hand, her mind spinning, the hem of her dress teasing the top of her thighs. Ayu knelt instantly as she entered, lowering his head in an act of worship.

"Madam," he breathed, voice thick with lust. "You… are a goddess."

The word sent shivers racing through her skin.

Malika stepped behind Shalini, easing the wine glass from her fingers. "Sit," she commanded softly, guiding Shalini to a broad velvet chair. "Tonight, you let him serve you. Don't fight it."

Shalini sank down, the wine and Malika's scent clouding her mind.

Ayu crawled forward, hands resting on her ankles, then moving up, sliding beneath the hem of her dress to trace worshipful circles on her bare calves. His lips brushed against her shin, then higher, bold but still gentle, as if he feared breaking her.

Shalini bit her lip, every nerve alive.

Malika sat nearby, eyes bright, as if drinking in every tremor from her friend. "Relax, Shalu," she crooned. "Feel."

Ayu's lips traveled past her knees, teasing along the sensitive skin of her thighs, hot breath sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"Is this okay, madam?" he whispered.

Shalini nodded, unable to speak.

His tongue darted out, tasting the curve of her inner thigh, kissing closer and closer to where the G-string clung. Shalini's hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white.

Then he kissed the edge of the thin fabric, reverently, like worshiping a shrine.

Shalini gasped, hips jerking forward at the forbidden contact.

"Good boy," Malika praised, and Ayu grinned, emboldened.

He kissed again, firmer now, nose brushing against her heat, breathing in her scent. His hands roamed over her hips, caressing the exposed skin of her lower belly, his fingers trembling with awe.

Shalini felt the world spin. Her mind screamed that this was wrong, that she was a wife, a mother, a teacher. But her body answered with a shameless, aching desire that refused to be silenced.

"Take it off," she heard herself whisper.

Ayu didn't need to be told twice. Gently, he tugged aside the tiny G-string, revealing her swollen, glistening folds. His breath hitched, eyes wide with raw reverence.

Malika shifted closer, eyes glittering. "Taste her," she ordered softly.

Ayu leaned forward, tongue parting her folds, hot and eager.

Shalini nearly sobbed, hands flying to his hair as he began to worship her properly, long, reverent licks from her entrance to the swollen nub at the top. Her thighs clamped around his head, quivering, as the first shock of pleasure ripped through her body.

"That's it," Malika whispered, stroking Shalini's shoulder, "give it to him. Let him serve you."

Ayu groaned into her, the vibration pulling a ragged moan from Shalini's throat. His tongue moved in slow, torturous patterns, teasing her, pulling back, then diving deeper. His lips kissed around the sensitive edges, drawing whimpers from her she couldn't hold back.

Shalini felt like she was floating outside herself, dizzy with guilt and lust, as Malika watched with approving eyes.

"More," Shalini gasped, hips rocking forward.

Ayu obeyed, licking with more hunger, swirling his tongue around her clit, then plunging back down to taste her deeper. His nose pressed against her heat, breathing her in shamelessly, worshipping every inch of her.

Shalini's hands clenched in his hair, holding him there, making him drink every drop of her arousal.

Malika laughed low and warm. "You see, Shalu? They love you this way. You are a goddess to them."

Shalini bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, her body lost in wave after wave of sweet shame and raw bliss.

Ayu shifted to kiss up her belly, licking a trail of wet heat toward the low neckline of her dress, worshipping the curve of her breasts through the fabric.

Shalini arched forward, pushing one breast free of the dress, offering it to him.

Ayu latched on eagerly, kissing around the nipple, then sucking gently, like a starving child. Shalini's moans echoed through the candlelit room, legs trembling.

Malika leaned forward, stroking Ayu's back, encouraging him, whispering praise.

"Yes," Shalini gasped, voice broken, "yes…just like that…"

For a while, there was no shame. Only raw pleasure and the dizzying sense of being adored beyond reason.

Malika poured another glass of wine and handed it to her.

"Tonight is yours," she promised, smiling darkly. "And tomorrow…you'll be even braver."

Shalini nodded, breathing raggedly, her body still pulsing, her mind half-mad with need.

Shalini leaned back against the velvet chair, Ayu's tongue still tracing hungry circles around her nipple, his hands reverent on her hips. Malika's voice slid through the haze like silk, dark and tempting.

"You're beautiful like this, Shalu," she whispered. "Let him worship every inch of you."

Shalini's mind was a swirl of pleasure and disbelief. Only hours ago she had been standing in front of her students, pretending to be the dignified teacher, the dutiful mother. Now, Ayu's lips were on her, shameless, and Malika's eyes were feeding the flame of her corruption.

Ayu pulled back for a moment, gazing up at her with pure adoration, lips glistening from her taste.

"Ma'am," he rasped, voice trembling, "may I… taste you again?"

Shalini felt her pulse slam through her chest. Some part of her mind screamed to stop, but a darker, bolder side — the side Malika had set free — pushed her forward.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice nothing like a teacher's now. "Yes, taste me."

Ayu dipped between her thighs again, his tongue slow and deliberate, worshipping her folds with a devotion that sent chills across her skin. Every flick, every swirl seemed designed to unravel the last threads of her resistance.

She bit down on her knuckle to stifle a broken moan.

Malika laughed softly, leaning forward. "No, don't hide it. Let him hear how much you want it, Shalu."

And Shalini did. A ragged cry tore out of her throat as Ayu pressed deeper, sucking at the sensitive bud until her hips bucked against him, tears stinging her eyes from the intensity.

Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if to fuse him to her.

Ayu groaned, the sound lost between her legs, as he feasted on her, worshipping her with long, aching licks that seemed to echo in every nerve ending.

Malika reached forward, trailing her fingers across Shalini's flushed cheek. "Look at you," she whispered with a sinful smile, "so powerful, letting these boys adore you."

Shalini shuddered, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure and the dizzying thrill of being treated like a goddess.

Ayu kissed up her thighs again, then across her belly, leaving a glistening trail of worship behind. His tongue danced along her waist, then found its way back to her other breast, worshipping it with small, sweet sucks that made Shalini cry out once more.

Malika took Shalini's hand, squeezing it, grounding her. "Breathe," she encouraged. "Take every bit of it."

Shalini nodded, fighting to catch her breath, body glowing with heat, skin tingling as Ayu continued to adore every inch of her.

And then he paused, looking up, eyes dark and pleading.

"Ma'am," he whispered, voice cracking, "I want… all of you."

Shalini's heart stopped.

Malika answered for her, voice calm and powerful. "Not tonight, Ayu. Tonight you worship — tomorrow, if Shalu allows, you may have more."

Ayu nodded, swallowing his frustration, and pressed one last reverent kiss against the inside of Shalini's thigh.

Shalini exhaled in a shaky wave, blinking away the dizzy blur of lust.

Malika gently guided Ayu to stand aside, pulling a wrap around Shalini's shoulders. "Come, my beautiful friend," she soothed, "let's get you cleaned up. Tonight is only the beginning. Tomorrow, you will be even braver."

Shalini nodded, dazed, rising on trembling legs.

Malika led her to a small washroom lit by a single candle. The mirror reflected a woman who barely looked like the Shalini of yesterday — lips swollen from gasping, hair tousled, skin flushed, eyes dark with unsatisfied hunger.

Malika stood behind her, arms around her waist.

"You feel it now, don't you?" she whispered. "You need this. You need to be worshipped."

Shalini shivered, unable to deny it.

"I can arrange anything for you, Shalu," Malika promised, lips brushing her ear. "You just have to trust me."

Shalini's throat went dry. "Anything?"

Malika smiled wickedly in the mirror. "Anything."

As soon as Shalini heard Malika's words, her thoughts began to drift — carrying her back to the afternoon, to the quiet tension of the teacher's cabin at school earlier that day.

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FLASHBACK EARLIER THAT DAY

In the teacher's cabin, Ravi and Prayush had been given a gift of their own. Shalini had closed the door, leaned against the desk, and looked at them with that new, dangerous gleam in her eyes.

"There's no coaching today," she told them, voice sultry. "I have… personal work. You will have this one hour, alone, in this cabin. You may do anything you want with me."

Their jaws dropped, stunned beyond words.

Shalini smiled, unbuttoning the top of her kurta, letting the boys see the creamy slope of her cleavage framed by a simple black bra.

"But only for one hour," she warned. "After that, you go home, and you think about me."

Ravi stepped forward, trembling, and kissed her hand. Prayush fell to his knees, kissing the side of her foot, then working higher, daring to lick at her ankle.

"Please, ma'am," Prayush begged, voice hoarse, "can I… can I worship your legs?"

Shalini nodded slowly, letting him push up the fabric to taste her calf, then higher, his tongue dancing over the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Ravi, emboldened, kissed along her waistline, pulling her kurta wider, daring to mouth at the swell of her breast through the bra.

Shalini moaned low, her hands sinking into their hair, holding them to her, letting them worship.

"Good boys," she praised, sending heat flooding their cheeks.

For an hour, they licked and kissed and trembled over her skin — armpits, belly, thighs, toes — every inch theirs to worship, Shalini giving them green light with a husky, teasing command.

Then, finally, she pulled back, breathing hard, readjusting her leggings with a final slow tease.

"That's all," she said softly, her voice a mix of cruelty and kindness. "Go. Dream of me."

They left, eyes dazed and full of longing.

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BACK TO MALIKA'S SECOND HOME (PRESENT NIGHT)

As Malika guided Shalini to the couch, a shiver ran through Shalini at the mere thought of how Ravi and Prayush had so eagerly worshipped her that afternoon, right there in her own teacher's cabin. Malika helped her lie down gently, smoothing her hair with tender fingers.

At the foot of the couch, Ayu knelt, gazing up at her with open-mouthed adoration, unable to look away.

Shalini's heartbeat was wild, but her mind was clear in a terrifying way — she wanted this.

Malika leaned down to press a final, delicate kiss to Shalini's forehead, her voice a soft promise.

"Now rest," she murmured. "Tonight, we will give you everything."

Shalini closed her eyes, Ayu's breath still hot on her skin, Malika's perfume clouding her thoughts, and let herself drift into the dark, honeyed pull of surrender.

There was no going back.