"I see," Sabiha murmured, her face flushed. She glanced down at Arahan's lap hesitantly. "Is that... is that what your penis looks like?"
Arahan felt a jolt of electricity run through him at her question. Slowly, he lifted his lungi.
"Yes," he said hoarsely, pulling out his erection.
Sabiha gasped softly as Arahan's erection sprang free, her eyes widening at the sight. It was longer than she had imagined, thick and flushed a deep red. The tip glistened with a bead of moisture, and she could see the veins pulsing along its length.
"It's... it's beautiful," she breathed, reaching out hesitantly to touch it. Her fingers brushed against the hot, silky skin, sending a shiver through Arahan.
"Be careful," he warned gently. "It's very sensitive."
Sabiha nodded, wrapping her hand around his shaft experimentally. She stroked him slowly, marveling at the feel of him throbbing in her palm.
"How's this?" she asked softly, glancing up at Arahan for guidance.
"Just like that," he murmured encouragingly. "Nice and slow."
Sabiha continued to pump his penis with her hand, growing bolder with each stroke. She watched in fascination as it grew even harder and longer in her grasp.
"What about this?" she whispered, leaning down to flick her tongue against the tip.
Arahan groaned at the sensation, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Yes, Sabiha," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "That feels amazing."
Emboldened by his response, Sabiha took the tip of his penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it experimentally. Arahan's fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on as she began to suck gently.
"Just like that," he panted, guiding her head with his hand. "Use your tongue... wrap your lips around it..."
Sabiha followed his instructions eagerly, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him deeper into her mouth. She could taste the salty tang of his arousal on her tongue, and it only fueled her desire.
As she sucked, Arahan's other hand crept up under her shirt, fondling her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. He pinched her nipple gently, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"That's it," he encouraged huskily. "You're doing so well…"
Sabiha continued to suck and lick, her inexperience making up for in enthusiasm what it lacked in skill. Arahan's praise only spurred her on, and she took him deeper into her throat, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of her mouth.
As Sabiha continues to suck and lick, Arahan's breathing becomes heavier, his grip on her hair tightening. "Sabiha," he groans, "if you keep doing that, I'm going to... I'm going to finish soon."
Sabiha pulls back, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Finish?" she repeats softly.
Arahan nods, his chest heaving. "Yes. It means I'll... release." He guides her hand back to his penis, wrapping her fingers around it. "You'll feel it get even harder, and then..."
He trails off as Sabiha starts pumping him again, her touch gentle but firm. She watches his face intently, fascinated by the expressions of pleasure that cross it.
"Do it," she whispers encouragingly. "I want to see you finish."
Arahan's hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand, thrusting into her grasp.
"Oh god, Sabiha!" Arahan suddenly exclaims, his body tensing. "I'm... I'm going to cum!"
With a final thrust, he reaches his climax. His penis pulses in Sabiha's hand as he releases, hot semen spurting out and coating her fingers. Sabiha watches in awe, fascinated by the sight and sensation of his orgasm.
As the last drops fall, Arahan slumps back against the wall, panting heavily. Sabiha gently wipes her hand on a nearby towel, then leans up to kiss him softly.
"That was incredible," she murmurs against his lips. "I never knew it could be like that."
Arahan smiles weakly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're amazing," he tells her sincerely. "I've never felt anything so intense before."
They were going to talk more about it.
But suddenly a knocking came in the door.
The sudden knocking on the door jolts both Sabiha and Arahan out of their postcoital haze. They freeze, eyes wide with panic.
"Arahan? Sabiha?" a voice calls from the other side of the door. It's Sabiha's mother. "Is everything alright in there? I heard some noises."
Sabiha's face pales as she scrambles to her feet, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around herself. "Y...yes, Ammi!" she stammers, her voice shaking slightly. "Everything's fine! I just... I dropped something."
Arahan nods at Sabiha, understanding the urgency of the situation. They quickly arrange their clothes, making sure there's no visible evidence of what just transpired.
Sabiha grabs a textbook and sits down at the small desk in the corner, adopting a studious posture. She opens the book and pretends to read, her heart racing in her chest.
Arahan takes a deep breath and calls out, "Yes, auntie? We're fine in here. Sabiha was just... studying."
There's a pause on the other side of the door before Sabiha's mother responds, "Oh, I see. Well, dinner will be ready soon. Don't stay up too late studying."
"Arahan?" Sabiha whispers urgently as soon as they hear her mother's footsteps receding down the hallway. "We can't let this happen again. What if she finds out?"
Arahan nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of their situation. He moves closer to Sabiha and places a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"We need to be more careful," Arahan continues softly, his voice barely audible.
"What if... what if we keep it a secret?" she whispers hesitantly. "Just between us? We can still see each other, but in private places where no one will suspect anything."
Arahan hesitates for a moment, considering her suggestion. The idea of continuing their relationship secretly is tempting, but he knows the risks involved.
"If we do this," he says finally, his voice grave, "we have to promise to be extremely careful. No one can know about us. Not even our friends or family."
Sabiha bites her lip nervously before nodding in agreement. "I promise," Sabiha repeats softly. "I trust you, Arahan. We'll keep it our secret."
Arahan nods, relieved that they're on the same page. He squeezes her shoulder reassuringly before stepping back.
"We should get ready for dinner," he says, glancing at the clock on the wall. "I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes."
Sabiha smiles weakly and returns to her studies, trying to focus on the words in front of her despite the turmoil of emotions inside her. Arahan quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
As he walks down the stairs, Arahan can't help but replay their intimate encounter in his mind.
Then he looked towards the Task Reward which appeared.
[Task Completed!]
You make Sabiha understand how a penis looks and tastes, and how it works.
+₹1000 (System Wallet: ₹10200 → ₹11200)
+1 Health (3.1 → 4.1 / 10)
+1 Lust (9.4 → 10 / 10) Reached Max Unlocked On Level 2
Sabiha Relationship +34 → 44 / 100
Emotional State: Quiet Blooming → Blossoming
Arahan looking at the reward and what happened just now, he was quite happy. In one day, he got the three girls.
First Sabnam became his girlfriend. And for this he was mostly happy, because Sabnam was his first crush, and when the crush became real, it became genuine.
Second, Geetanjali gave him blowjob, although for the next time what happened, he didn't know. But her blowjob was so good.
And when he thought today was over. The small beauty, Sabiha, lets him enjoy his cock in her mouth. If her mom has not knocked their door, maybe today he has left his virgin life.
The silence of his room wrapped around him like a cotton sheet—thin, but familiar. The bulb overhead buzzed faintly.
Arahan sat cross-legged on the floor, hands resting on his knees, still in the same simple clothes he'd worn since morning. His eyes drifted to the notebook he used to track his daily spending, half-filled with uneven ink and small calculations.
₹11200 in the system wallet.
He'd never held that much before—not even in dreams.
His thoughts flickered back to the past: wearing stitched-up shirts, second-hand shoes, the cracked keypad phone that barely caught signal on cloudy days.
But now?
This was different.
"I should at least look like a real teacher," he murmured to himself.
He glanced toward his small shelf—two shirts, one faded kurta, a pair of worn jeans that were almost grey from washing.
Yes. It was time.
He needed better clothes—something decent, but still humble. A fresh set of cotton kurtas for school. A simple formal shirt, maybe. And... shoes that didn't bend sideways when he walked.
But more than anything—
His eyes drifted to the tiny phone on the floor beside his mat. Its battery life was dying again.
This won't do anymore.
He'd heard of it in conversations across Varnapur—the "Choudhary 4G Sim", launched just this year by a businessman from Jharkhanpur.
People whispered about its speed like it was magic. Music without buffering. YouTube videos playing clear. Even the school staff had started talking about switching.
A 4G phone. That's the first step.
Not an expensive one. Just something decent. Maybe a model from "NeervaTech" or "Shivalik Mobile Works"—brands known in towns like his. Enough to use system features more easily, maybe even browse a few job notices for later.
As he lay back on his mat, the soft hum of the fan overhead mixing with distant barking, Arahan let the thought sit in his chest like a seed.