On the sofa, two figures became entangled.
They were like two octopuses wrapped around each other, their limbs clamped tightly around each other's bodies, locked together like perfectly interlocking puzzle pieces, unable to move.
But upon closer inspection, they were indeed moving—small, rapid, rhythmic motions occurring only in their lower bodies.
Accompanying these frenzied movements were her throat's trembling moans and the wet, slurping sounds of their tongues churning and sucking.
Apart from these subtle noises, the Principal's Office was eerily silent. The only other presence was a smartphone camera, discreetly placed on a nearby table, silently recording everything.
And so, Roland, with the chairman, Sophia beneath him, comfortably pinned the beautiful woman down, maintaining his rhythm from the afternoon dismissal bell at 3 PM, all the way through 4 PM, 5 PM, 6 PM, 7 PM...
