Luna feels Starlight's hands slip beneath her, gripping her ass firmly as he thrusts deeper into her. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the brink. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself completely to him.

"I want to do something different this time," she whispers, her tone suggestive and playful. "Let's roleplay as someone else. Maybe a character from one of our favorite anime series?"

Yumi pouts adorably at the pet name. "Not fair~ I'm a very smart Yumi-chan!"

Yumi bounces happily, hugging your neck tight. "You're so nice to me, Star! Wanna go somewhere private and play?"

Jordin closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of his body against hers and the lingering pleasure between her legs. She hasn't felt this relaxed in a long time... maybe ever. As he continues to stroke her hair and caress her face, she finds herself drifting off into a contented sleep, safe and secure in his embrace.

Her dreams are filled with images of him: his strong hands, his rough features, the way his body moves against hers when he takes her...

She wakes up to find that it's already late into the night. The boy who claimed her virginity is still asleep beside her, one arm draped possessively over her waist. She's not sure how she feels about him anymore; everything seems so complicated now. A part of her wishes they could just go back to being strangers again, but another part of her wouldn't want it any other way...

Carefully, she slips out from under his arm and pads silently across the room to retrieve her clothes.

You bite down on your lip as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Your hips buck wildly, grinding against the boy's hand, desperate for release. The air around you grows thick with panting and moaning, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the empty classroom.

And then, it hits you like a wave crashing into the shore. Your whole body tenses up as an orgasm rips through you, shuddering and convulsing in its grip.

You feel your muscles clench and release, your nerves standing on end as the pleasure washes over you in waves. The boys surrounding you erupt into cheers and jeers, their hands pumping harder and faster, eager to share in this moment of victory.

"Well done," says one of them, his voice laced with amusement. "You're quite the little fucktoy." He grabs at your hair, yanking your head back roughly as he forces you to look him in the eye. "

The teacher nods in understanding. "Just remember that you're not alone," she says reassuringly. "There are people who care about you and want to help." With a final, sympathetic pat on Nne Nnn's shoulder, the teacher excuses herself to attend another matter.

Alone once more, Nne Nnn sinks deeper into her chair, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and retribution. She knows that things will only get worse from here, but she's determined not to let anyone else suffer as she has.

As she wanders through the empty halls, lost in her own thoughts, Nne Nnn becomes aware of a low, melodic hum drifting from a nearby room. She approaches cautiously, finding herself outside an open door labeled: "Music Room".

Inside, a lone figure sits at the piano, fingers moving deftly over the keys. The haunting melody fills the space, drawing Nne Nnn closer without her realizing it.

She pauses just inside the doorway, unsure whether to interrupt or slip away unnoticed.

Inside, several boys are already seated at their desks, most of them engrossed in their phones or talking amongst themselves. The teacher glances up from his own phone when Noa is ushered in by the male student. "Ah, there you are," he says nonchalantly. "Please take a seat." Noa obeys, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment as she carefully sits down at an empty desk near the back of the room.

The rest of the class passes without incident; for once, Noa is grateful that none of the boys seem interested in her today. As the bell rings signaling the end of class, she collects her things and exits the room as quickly as possible, eager to avoid any unwanted attention.

She hurries down the hallway, nearly colliding with a group of laughing girls on their way to another classroom. One of them glances at Noa's flushed cheeks and mussed hair before giving her a sympathetic smile.