The air in Professor Shila's office was thick with tension, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the cluttered desk and bookshelves. Abir sat in a chair across from Shila. His mind raced, still reeling from the rooftop encounter with Riya and the sudden appearance of Shila, whose stern gaze bore into him. Shila leaned forward, her voice cold and resolute.
"Last time, I didn't report you to the principal because of Meera's blackmail," she began, her fingers tapping the desk. "But now I can't tolerate it any longer. You're corrupting those girls too. I will report you to the principal now. Prepare for the consequences." Her words hung heavy, a guillotine poised to fall, leaving Abir speechless, his throat tight with dread.
Before he could respond, the door swung open, and Monika strode in, her athletic frame commanding the room. Her short, tomboyish black hair was slightly damp, clinging to her neck, and her wet white top—still clinging from the earlier rain—revealed the delicate outline of her pink bra, her toned abs visible through the sheer fabric. Her skin-tight black shorts hugged her muscular thighs, accentuating her curvy body, and her presence sent a jolt through Abir. His breath caught as his eyes traced her form—her breasts, full and firm, bounced slightly with each step, the wet top leaving little to the imagination, her hips swaying with a seductive confidence that awakened a primal hunger in him. The memory of pinning her against the storehouse wall flashed through his mind, her moans echoing, and his arousal surged, his manhood stirring beneath his pants, the sight of her turning him on with an intensity he couldn't suppress.
Monika says, "There you are!" Shila says, "Miss Monika, do you know him?"
Monika's lips curled into a seductive smile as she moved closer, her hands roaming over Abir's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with a slow, deliberate caress that made his skin tingle. "Yes," she purred, her voice dripping with allure. "Very well."
Shila's expression hardened. "I caught him having a sexual act with one of his classmates while four other classmates were watching in the rooftop garden."
Monika's eyes widened, feigning shock. "Really! That's unacceptable."
"Yes," Shila nodded, her tone firm. "And I am going to report him to the principal."
Monika tilted her head, her fingers lingering on Abir's collarbone. "Was he forcing her to sexual act?"
Shila hesitated, then admitted, "No. That girl was doing it willingly."
Monika's smile returned, sly and knowing. "Then I don't see any reason to report him to the principal. They were just enjoying youth."
Shila's jaw tightened. "But inside the college campus? That can't be tolerated."
"Yes," Monika conceded, her voice lowering seductively. "That's why I'm going to discipline him personally." She grabbed Abir's collar, her grip firm yet enticing, and whispered, "Come with me. I will teach you a lesson." Abir stood, his body responding to her command, and followed her out. Shila opened her mouth to protest but remained silent, her authority undermined by Monika's bold intervention.
Monika led Abir back to the rooftop garden, the afternoon sun now high, warming the tangled vines and blooming flowers. The air carried the scent of earth and petals, the secluded corner behind the trellis offering a familiar stage. She turned to him, pressing her body close, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered seductively, "You dare to fuck a girl in a place like this. You have to make it right. Fuck me here, better than how you fucked her. Don't you stop until I say so." Her words ignited a fire in Abir, his arousal peaking as he nodded, ready to meet her challenge.
Without hesitation, Abir pulled her wet top over her head, revealing her pink bra and toned abs, then slid her shorts down, exposing her matching panties. He shed his shirt and pants, his underwear discarded as his erect manhood stood ready. Monika's hands roamed his chest, squeezing his muscles, and he responded by squeezing her breasts through the bra, his fingers digging into the soft flesh until she moaned—"Mmm, Abir…"—her eyes dilating with desire. He unhooked the bra, letting her full breasts bounce free, and squeezed them harder, his thumbs circling her nipples as she gasped, "Ohh, yes!"
Abir lifted Monika onto the trellis edge, her legs spreading wide as he entered her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing across the rooftop. His hands squeezed her breasts, the firm mounds jiggling with each forceful stroke, her moans rising—"Ohh, harder!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices coating his length.
He pressed her against the vines, one hand wrapping around her throat with a firm grip, thrusting with a slow, grinding rhythm, each deep plunge a sensual invasion that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as her second breaking point crashed through, her breasts bouncing against the vines, her hands clawing at the greenery.
They moved to a bench, Monika straddling him, her hips rocking with savage force, each downward thrust drawing a scream—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her eyes rolling back as her third breaking point hit, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands squeezing them with bruising intensity.
Abir laid her on the soft earth, entering from above with brutal depth, each fast stroke a punishing claim that made her scream—"Ohh, yes!"—her eyes rolling back as her fourth breaking point erupted, her body arching, her breasts heaving with each thrust, his hands squeezing her butt, pulling her hips up.
He lifted her against the vine-covered trellis, her legs wrapped around him, thrusting with savage intensity, each deep stroke a sensual collision that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, deeper!"—her eyes rolling back as her fifth breaking point hit, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands squeezing her butt with firm grips.
Monika's voice broke, her body trembling. "Abir… please… stop…" she gasped, her eyes pleading, her breaths ragged. But Abir's rage and desire deafened him, his thrusts continuing with unrelenting force.
Behind a flower bed, Abir bound her wrists with a vine, thrusting from behind with grinding brutality, each plunge a violent claim that made her scream—"Ahhh, no more!"—her eyes rolling back as her sixth breaking point shuddered through her, her breasts bouncing, his hands squeezing them roughly.
He pulled her to the rooftop's edge, lifting her against the low wall, thrusting with savage speed, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her seventh breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts jiggling with each deep thrust, his hands gripping her butt.
Abir suspended her with vines, thrusting downward with hardcore intensity, her eighth breaking point a guttural scream—"Abir, I can't!"—her eyes rolling back, her body limp as he continued, his rage-fueled thrusts unrelenting.
The encounter stretched on, a marathon of passion and power, the rooftop garden a witness to their brutal dance. After what felt like hours, Abir's climax roared through him, a primal groan as he pulled out, his body spent. Monika collapsed onto the flower bed, her breath shallow, her body marked with red welts and sweat, petals clinging to her skin. They rested side by side, the sun dipping lower, casting long shadows.
Monika turned to him, her voice soft but commanding. "Abir, I need your dick tomorrow afternoon. Be prepared." Her words left him confused, his mind grappling with the shift from discipline to demand.