Chapter 30: The Unexpected Test

Shalini woke with a jolt, heart pounding from a half-finished dream of Ayu's mouth on her breast, of Malika's laughing encouragement. Her phone was already buzzing on the nightstand, vibrating so violently it rattled her glass of water.

Principal Sharma again.

She felt a stab of annoyance, but duty still chained her. With trembling fingers, she answered.

"Ma'am, sorry to disturb," he barked. "There's a surprise inspection from the district board today. We need you in school to oversee the first-year girls' interview panel. Immediately."

Her mouth went dry. Today?

"Understood," she forced out, even as her pulse tripped with panic.

Her mind was still swimming with Ayu's kisses, the taste of whiskey on Malika's lips, the memory of Ravi's trembling hands on her hips. She barely felt like herself, but there was no time.

Throwing open her cupboard, she grabbed the first thing her hand landed on — a black kurta, dangerously low at the neckline, the fabric so thin it hugged every curve. She paired it with semi-sheer leggings that revealed just enough of her thighs to be scandalous if someone looked too closely. No time for a slip underneath.

So be it, she thought wildly. Let them look.

She applied a quick stroke of kajal, a fierce dark red to her lips, and rushed out, breathless, heels clicking on the floor.

When she arrived at school, heads turned instantly. The guard stumbled over a salute, his eyes stuck on the faint outline of her thighs under the leggings.

Inside the corridor, teachers whispered, shocked by her brazen look. It made her thighs clench deliciously — how far she'd come from that docile, quiet woman who hid behind dull sarees.

At the staff room, Principal Sharma nearly choked on his tea.

"Madam—," he started, mouth flapping.

"I had to come in a hurry," she lied smoothly, adjusting the loose drape of her kurta as if that might cover the sinful fabric of her leggings.

He cleared his throat, pretending to look away. "Yes. Fine. Please, go to interview room three. They are already arriving."

She took a steadying breath, ignoring the tickle of excitement pooling low in her belly. She had no business feeling aroused — but the sense of being watched, judged, worshipped, was like a drug.

In the interview room, a group of teenage girls was lined up nervously. Shalini forced herself into the role of proper teacher, laying out forms and pens. But even as she explained instructions, she could sense the senior boys peeking through the glass window of the door, their eyes glued to the silhouette of her legs and the dark flash of her cleavage whenever she leaned forward.

Her body was on fire.

She called the first candidate forward, taking her details. But the girls were wide-eyed, clearly shocked at how their teacher looked — as if they'd seen some glamorous movie actress stroll into their classroom by mistake.

And behind them, Prayush and Ravi lurked, pretending to pass by with books. Shalini's heart leapt at the sight of them.

She finished the interview, then slipped outside, catching them red-handed.

"You two," she hissed, voice low and teasing, "why are you spying?"

Ravi swallowed hard, eyes locked to the faint curve of her hips under the leggings.

"Madam, we just — we were, uh, checking your… schedule," Prayush stammered, cheeks pink.

She laughed, dark and wicked, stepping closer so the heat of her body nearly touched theirs.

"You've been checking more than my schedule, I think," she teased, letting her hip brush against Ravi's thigh.

They froze, breathless, helpless.

"Should I punish you?" she whispered, voice so thick with suggestion it made even her own skin shiver.

Neither boy could speak, only nod.

She slipped back into the interview room with a smile, leaving them stunned. Throughout the rest of the session, Shalini felt her pulse pounding, knowing they were still out there, sneaking glances.

They can worship me, she thought, a raw thrill coursing through her veins. I am allowed.

By noon, the panel was done, and she walked out, head high. The black kurta clung to her in places that made even the female teachers look twice.

Before she could leave the building, Ravi and Prayush cornered her again.

"Madam," Ravi started, voice cracking, "our next class… when?"

Shalini leaned close, letting her perfume coat their senses.

"This afternoon," she whispered, smiling with soft cruelty. "If you dare."

The boys looked like they might faint with desire.

She let herself brush against Ravi's shoulder, then stepped to Prayush, letting her hand graze his jaw.

"Behave," she warned, licking her lips just a little, "or maybe I'll make you behave."

They looked stunned, breathing hard.

Back in the coaching room later, Shalini barely bothered with a slip at all — she changed into a shorter kurti with slits up to her thighs, no bra, letting the boys catch a sinful peek of her nipples whenever she shifted.

They watched her move with almost animal hunger, breathing her in, trembling at every flick of her scarf, every arch of her back.

At one point, she bent down to pick up a pen, letting the side of her breast nearly spill out, pretending not to notice their gasp.

Then she let them worship, just a taste: Prayush at her feet, pressing hot kisses to her ankle, then braver, licking the soft skin of her arch, making her toes curl.

Ravi, bolder, leaned forward and kissed her wrist, then higher, brushing her elbow, worshipping her scent, his lips trembling against her warm skin.

She felt her whole body melt under their stolen, hungry touches, a wicked thrill rushing through her veins.

And then, before it went too far, she drew back, adjusting her kurti with a sly grin.

"That's enough for now," she teased, voice thick with promise. "Behave in your exam tomorrow — and maybe I'll give you more."

Their eyes burned, starved, worshipful.

Shalini smiled, pulling her scarf tighter just for show, though everyone had seen far too much already.

As she left the room, her phone buzzed.

Malika's message glowed on her screen.

"Tomorrow night. Be ready for the next step."

Shalini felt her knees weaken.

Yes, she thought wildly. I want it. I want everything.

And as she stepped into the bright sun outside, head high, skin flushed, her body still humming with leftover touches, she knew she had crossed so many lines there was no turning back now.

The moment the final interview panel ended, Shalini felt a strange, thrilling kind of exhaustion — like her body had been strung tight all morning, balancing duty and desire in equal measure. Her mind still echoed with the hungry stares of those girls, the shocked teachers, the boys sneaking glances at her barely-there leggings.

She stepped out into the corridor, letting her hair fall free around her shoulders. The black kurta clung to her breasts, the thin leggings left nothing to the imagination, and she could practically feel every pair of eyes on her.

"Madam," came a timid voice.

She turned to see Ravi and Prayush lingering by the staircase, waiting like loyal hounds, eyes wide, bodies tense.

Shalini's pulse gave a delicious throb.

"Did you finish your classwork?" she asked softly, sliding closer so they could smell her warm perfume, still tinged with leftover adrenaline.

Ravi swallowed hard, shaking his head.

Prayush stammered, "N-no, Madam, we… we were waiting for you."

Her lips curled in a predatory grin.

"Good boys," she purred. "Then follow me."

She led them into the smaller, unused practice room next to the staff office — a place no one would disturb. It had a broken fan, cracked tiles, but right now it felt perfect.

Closing the door behind them, Shalini turned with the confidence of a goddess, letting the thin, sheer leggings pull tight across her hips as she walked toward them.

"Today was very stressful," she whispered. "I need… some release."

The boys nodded frantically, eyes huge with worship.

She sat down on the battered teacher's table, crossing one leg over the other, letting the side slit of her kurta slip to her hip, baring smooth, scented skin.

"Kneel," she ordered, voice like silk.

They obeyed instantly, dropping in front of her with something close to awe.

"Touch me gently," she directed, guiding Ravi's hand to rest on her ankle.

He lifted it with trembling fingers, kissing the thin skin there, then licking softly, letting his tongue swirl over her arch as if she were made of honey.

Shalini's head fell back with a moan.

Prayush, emboldened, lifted her other foot, planting reverent kisses across her toes, then letting his lips travel up to the delicate crease of her ankle.

"Oh…yes," Shalini sighed, letting their devotion wash through her.

Prayush grew bolder, sliding his mouth up her calf, worshiping every inch, while Ravi's tongue worked in small, worshipful circles over the sensitive ball of her foot, leaving a trail of wet heat.

Their touch was clumsy, but honest — a raw, unpracticed desire that made her stomach flutter wildly.

"Higher," she commanded, voice cracking.

They obeyed, slowly kissing her shin, then her knee, worshiping her warm skin, their lips soft, their tongues barely daring to taste.

A small whimper escaped her, and she let her kurta slip even lower, revealing the top of her thighs through the thin leggings.

Ravi looked like he might faint.

"Madam…" he choked out.

"Yes?"

"Can I… kiss there?" His shaking finger pointed at the swell of her thigh.

Shalini's lips curved into a dark smile.

"Yes," she allowed, heart pounding.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the curve of her upper thigh through the leggings, then flicking his tongue over the thin cloth until she gasped. The slight scratch of his teeth through the sheer fabric made her clench in sinful pleasure.

Prayush joined, planting slow, desperate kisses on the opposite thigh, breathing hot against her skin until Shalini felt dizzy from the worship.

She guided their heads closer, letting their warm breath pool at the junction of her thighs, sending tremors of heat up her belly.

"Stop," she suddenly ordered, pushing them gently away.

They froze, dazed and panting.

"Go stand over there," she commanded, licking her lips with a slow tease. "And watch me."

She stood, letting the kurta fall back over her hips, breathing hard. Then, with sinful calm, she reached under the hem and tugged her leggings up a bit, adjusting the waistband so it hugged her curves even tighter, fully aware their eyes burned with hunger.

Her fingers trailed up her own side, skimming the curve of her breast under the soft fabric.

"Did you like what you tasted?" she teased.

They nodded frantically, almost lost to worship.

Shalini smiled, that dark, powerful smile, then stepped forward and kissed Ravi softly on the forehead, like a blessing.

"Next time," she promised with wicked delight, "I might let you taste me properly."

Prayush's jaw dropped, hope shining in his eyes.

"But you'll have to behave," she purred, flicking her fingers under his chin, "or I'll punish you."

They nearly melted on the floor.

A bell rang in the distance, shaking them out of their daze.

Shalini stepped back, smoothing her kurta, letting her breathing steady. She had to hold on to a scrap of her dignity before leaving.

"Go," she whispered, "before someone sees."

They scurried out, faces flushed, clothes wrinkled, lust drunk.

Alone again, Shalini took a moment to steady herself, heart hammering. Her thighs still tingled from their mouths, a raw, electrifying fire in her belly.

Just then, her phone buzzed again — a message from Malika.

"Tonight, Ayu wants to show you something special. Don't be late."

Shalini bit her lip, nerves and excitement battling in her chest.

She slipped out of the room, adjusting her scarf, catching a final look at herself in the glass window. The low neckline, the visible hint of bra, the leggings still slightly damp from Ravi's tongue — it was almost too much to bear.

But she smiled, a wolfish grin, and whispered to herself:

I will go. I want more.

As she stepped into the bright corridor, boys and teachers still staring at her, Shalini knew she had completely crossed the line — and that, frighteningly, thrillingly, she loved it.