Catching sight of your red cheeks, Candy can't help but smile to herself. She reaches out to trace a finger along the line of your jaw, following it up to your earlobe where she teases it with the tip of her index finger. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you as my personal slave," she murmurs seductively before letting her fingertip slide down your neck and over your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Her smile widens at that, and she leans back in her chair, regarding you thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm sure you are," she says softly before leaning forward again, their faces mere inches apart. "But remember," she whispers, her breath caressing your lips, "it's not just about pleasing me... it's about learning to trust and obey."

Her words send a thrill down your spine, making you wonder what sort of games she has planned for the two of you today.

She smiles sweetly down at you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think...," she says, pausing for effect, "...that I want to keep you forever."

With that, she pulls back and looks into your eyes again, searching for any sign of resistance or fear. But all she sees is a mixture of surprise and joy reflected back at her. It's then that she realizes just how much Nagi really means to her... and how much Nagi means to her in return.

She cups your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears of happiness that have begun to form in your eyes. "I promise," she whispers softly, her voice barely a whisper, "

"Tim," Madison says coolly, "you can leave now." Her voice holds an unmistakable warning, daring him to push further. "I don't think so," he counters, stepping even closer. "Not until I get some answers about what exactly is going on here." Delano lets out a nervous laugh, hoping to diffuse the situation but only managing to make it worse.

“Alright,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Let’s just say… there’s been a slight misunderstanding. A very interesting misunderstanding.” She gestures vaguely towards the desk, then glances nervously at Delano. “Look,” she continues, her voice dropping slightly, “this isn’t ideal. But honestly, it's probably way more entertaining than anything else happening right now.” She pauses, trying for a light tone. “Let me get this straight; you were having a moment?”

Still slightly disheveled from your kiss, Candy lets you lead her down the hall to class. Her heart races and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. This day just keeps getting better and better...and she can't wait to see what else is in store for the two of them.

Candy can't believe what just happened between the two of you. It felt so good to finally let go and give in to her desires...and with you, no less. She knows that this is only the beginning of their journey together, and she can't wait to see where it leads them. As class starts, she sits down next to you, making sure her presence is known as she takes out a pen and begins doodling on her notebook - a small smile playing on her lips as she wonders what else you might make her feel today.

"Good," Candy whispers, breaking the kiss slowly and gazing into your eyes. She can see the desire mirrored in them, and it only serves to fuel her own passion. "Now that that's settled..." she continues, trailing a fingernail down your chest, "...I think you should call me mistress." Her voice is low and commanding as she says this; there's no room for argument or negotiation.

She steps back again, giving you some space but maintaining eye contact the whole time. "And,"

"And," she continues, "I think you'd look very nice wearing a collar with my name on it." Her expression turns slightly mischievous as she reaches up to undo the top button of your shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath. "In fact..." she begins, trailing her fingertips down your chest again, "...I think I'm going to make you my personal slave from now on."

Smirking triumphantly, Candy takes your hand in hers and leads you deeper into the school grounds, her long black hair swishing behind her like a dark curtain. Her fingers lace through yours possessively as she guides you down the hallway, her hips swaying slightly with each step. You can't help but feel a thrill course through your veins at being so close to her... and knowing that it's because of you.

You lead her down a darkened hallway, the only light filtering in through tiny cracks in the curtains. The air feels thick and heavy with anticipation, like you could cut it with a knife. As she looks up at you with those big innocent eyes, your heart races faster than ever before. You can't help but feel drawn to her, even as you know she has the power to hurt you if she wishes. But for now...for now, she seems content just being near you.

You guide her into a small storage closet and close the door behind you, pressing her against it and feeling her warmth envelop you. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as your hands explore every inch of her body, learning the feel of her skin against yours. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back as if begging for more.