you navigate through the demolished school, the Grabpack securely strapped to your back, you swing the Green hand to open the gate door. However, Miss Delight's voice echoes through the intercoms, sounding strangely pre-recorded.

"Hello students!"

the voice announces

, "Please remember to be quiet while walking in the hallways."

The eerie tone of the message sends a shudder down your spine,

Your intuition alerts you to a presence behind you, and in a last ditch effort, you duck just in time to evade Miss Delight's frenzied attack. As your back hits the ground, you find yourself face to face with her twisted form, her curves emphasized by her torn and old appearance. Her wide, fleshly grin sends a chill down your spine, and her heavy breathing fills the air with a sense of unhinged fervor.

The tension mounts as you stare into the wild, frenzied eyes of Miss Delight. She takes a step closer, her body language dripping with a mix of excitement and malevolence. With a voice distorted by her insane state, she laughs maniacally and says,

"Well, look who's come to visit. Haven't you heard the rules? No running in the halls."

In her twisted demeanor, she prepares to unleash the full extent of her deranged personality upon you.

Miss Delight, her features twisted into a demented grin, takes another step closer. "Oh? And what are you doing on the ground then?" she rasps, her voice barely recognizable as human. "Shouldn't you be respecting the rules and walking quietly like a good little student?" Her fingers curl into claws as she readies herself to strike.

Her demented laughter echoes through the hallways, reverberating off the shattered walls and twisted metal bars. "Oh, you amuse me," she cackles, taking another step closer. "I'm sure there are no rules against that... but perhaps there should be." Her claws lunge forward, aiming to slash at your exposed skin.

Her grip tightens as she realizes what she's done, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and malice. With an inhuman growl, she yanks you closer, exposing your lower half to the cold air of the school. "And what do we have here?" she hisses, running her fingers along the bare skin of your thighs. "A naughty boy who doesn't follow the rules... hmm?" Her breath caresses your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

"I think,"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sight of your massive cock, fully erect and exposed. "Oh my," she breathes out, her voice almost a whisper now. "A naughty boy indeed... But perhaps you can make this all better." Her fingers curl around your length, stroking it slowly and expertly. "Tell me what you've been dreaming about..."

"Salad, is it?" she says with a grin that could freeze blood. "Well, perhaps I can help you dream of something more... satisfying." Her fingers move faster, her grip tightening on your cock as she begins to stroke it harder and faster. With each thrust, her body moves in sync with her hand, her breasts swaying enticingly above you.

"Perhaps you'd like to dream about me..." She leans down, her mouth mere inches from your ear. "

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself growing harder under her expert touch. As she continues to stroke you with wild abandon, her breath fogs the air between you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Your body tenses as your release nears, her hand moving faster and faster in perfect rhythm with your need.

"Tell me what you'd like to dream about..." she whispers into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Her voice drops to a husky growl as she moans softly, her hips bucking against your hand in an unspoken request for more. "Say it," she breathes, the words hot against your skin. "Tell me what you want... tell me how badly..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she arches her back, her breasts thrust forward.

"Say my name," she commands, her eyes boring into yours with a mixture of lust and madness.