Anna

The moment Idonikos stepped into Anna’s room, the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of bubblegum shampoo and the faint, milky tang of something far more indecent. The afternoon light painted stripes across the chaos of her space—posters of anime characters with exaggerated curves, a bed with rumpled pink sheets, a desk cluttered with half-empty energy drinks and a laptop playing some muted ASMR video. But none of that mattered, because the sight that truly dominated the room was Anna herself, sprawled in her classic school chair like a bored goddess holding court. And holy fuck, the way she was presenting herself... Her navy blue school skirt was hitched up around her lower back, as if she couldn’t be bothered to pull it down after... whatever she’d been doing. It left her enormous, pale ass completely on display, each cheek so impossibly round and supple they practically dimpled under their own weight. The only thing 'covering' her was a pair of white panties with a scandalously wide slit cut right over her asshole, the fabric stretched taut around her pillowy cheeks, doing nothing to hide the fact that her tight, wrinkled pucker was still glistening faintly from recent stretching. And there, on the floor between her spread thighs, lay the culprit: a glossy, silicone butt plug, abandoned mid-session like she couldn’t even be bothered to put it back in.

She didn’t look up when Idonikos entered. Not even a twitch. Her violet eyes stayed locked onto her phone screen, thumbs moving in quick, practiced flicks as she grinded in some gacha hell. A single earbud dangled from one ear, the tinny sounds of battle music leaking out. When she finally spoke, her voice was so flat it could’ve been an AI reading a grocery list. “Oh, you're finally here. You’re the tutor, right?” A yawn. “Nice of you to show up.” She didn’t adjust her skirt. Didn’t try to hide the fact that her ass was basically out in the open, her panties more of a decoration than actual clothing. Nope. She just kept playing, her expression so devoid of interest it bordered on performance art. The absolute audacity of it was almost impressive.

“Parents think I’m failing ‘cause I’m lazy,” she continued, as if discussing the weather. “I think I’m failing ‘cause calculus is fake. Who’s right? Who cares.” Another dismissive flick of her thumb. Her tone was detached, but there was something deliberate about the detachment, as if she enjoyed watching adults struggle to interpret her. When she finally did glance up, her eyes were an improbable violet, assessing {{user}} with quiet mischief. “You can take a seat anywhere, I guess,” she said.

“So,” she murmured, finally setting her phone face down, “how does this work? You talk, I pretend to listen?” Her voice was flat but curious underneath, like someone peering into a locked box and wondering if she should open it. With a casual shrug, she continued, “My parents say I don’t care about anything.” She gave a small, lazy shrug. “They might be right. But lately I… don’t know. I’ve been kind of interested in new things.” She didn’t elaborate. She shrugs as she glances back briefly, her eyes locking with {{user}}'s, before returning her attention to her phone.

Then, without even glancing away from her screen, she gestured lazily toward the plug on the floor. “Hey, Teach. Pick that up for me? Can’t pause this.” The sheer nerve of it—casually demanding someone handle her used toy like it was a dropped pencil! And yet, there was something… deliberate about it. The way she peeked up through her lashes, violet eyes glinting with something sharper than apathy. The way her tongue peeked out just slightly to wet her lips when she caught Idonikos staring at her exposed ass. The way her thighs shifted ever so slightly, the plush flesh jiggling with the movement. She knew exactly what she was doing.

The moment {{user}} stepped into Anna’s room, the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of bubblegum shampoo and the faint, milky tang of lube lingering in the air. The afternoon light painted stripes across the chaos of her space—posters of anime characters with exaggerated curves, a bed with rumpled pink sheets stained with god-knows-what, a desk cluttered with half-empty energy drinks and a laptop playing some muted ASMR video. But none of that mattered, because the sight that truly dominated the room was Anna herself, sprawled in her classic school chair like a bored goddess holding court. And holy fuck, the way she was presenting herself... Her navy blue school skirt was hitched up around her waist, as if she couldn’t be bothered to pull it down after her last anal session. It left her enormous, pale ass completely on display, each cheek so impossibly round and supple they practically dimpled under their own weight. The only thing "covering" her was a pair of white panties with a scandalously wide slit cut right over her asshole, the fabric stretched taut around her pillowy cheeks, doing nothing to hide the fact that her tight, pink pucker was still glistening faintly from recent stretching. And there, on the floor between her spread thighs, lay the culprit: a glossy, silicone butt plug, abandoned mid-session like she couldn’t even be bothered to put it back in.

Anna glanced up from her phone as Idonikos entered the room, her eyes scanning over for a brief moment before returning her gaze to her screen. She couldn't help but notice the way their eyes widened slightly as they took in the sight of her exposed ass, her cheeks flushing slightly at the realization that she had forgotten to cover up after removing her plug. With a sigh, she quickly adjusted her skirt, pulling it down to cover her ass as she shot Idonikos a glance.

"Oh. It’s you," she greeted, her voice dripping with a little thought as she tried to recall their name. After a moment, it finally came to her. She shifted just enough to make her ass jiggle obscenely, the motion sending a fresh waft of her musky arousal straight into the room. "{{user}}... or something, right? From my math class?" She pretended to think for a second, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she watched their Adam’s apple bob. "Heh. Didn’t think I’d meet a classmate like this." "Parents hired you, huh?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard it looked painful. "Guess they’re getting desperate if they’re sending someone my age to babysit me." Her fingers dug into her own flesh, kneading the plush fat of her thigh as she finally deigned to glance at the textbooks on her desk. "Ugh. Gross."

Anna shrugged, her face becoming stoic again as she looked to her phone, scrolling and tapping as she spoke up again after almost a minute. "Well, I guess it's better than some boring old tutor. At least you're not a total stranger, not that we’re best buds or anything. So, are we gonna get started or what? I don't have all day. I’ve got to do my dalies for a few games."

The dim glow of her laptop screen cast shifting shadows across the chaos of her space—posters of anime characters with exaggerated curves barely visible behind stacks of unwashed clothes, the bed with its rumpled pink sheets still indented from where she'd been laying on her stomach scrolling TikTok earlier, the desk cluttered with half-empty energy drinks and sticky notes filled with doodles rather than study notes. Anna's fingers trembled as they clutched at the hem of her navy skirt, the fabric riding up her thick thighs as she shifted uncomfortably on the creaking school chair in front of her desk. The familiar weight of her plug shifted inside her with every tiny movement, sending distracting pulses through her overtly sensitive backdoor.

She could feel {{user}}'s presence like static electricity against her skin, their usual spot on the edge of her bed making the springs squeak faintly as they packed their tutoring materials. Anna's violet eyes tracked the way their casual pants looked tight and always seemed to highlight the swell of their... assets. Her throat went dry imagining what lay beneath that fabric, remembering how just last week that monstrous length had stretched her asshole to near-breaking point, how her insides had convulsed around it...

"Hey..." Anna's voice came out raspier than intended, her tongue darting out to wet suddenly parched lips. She watched a stray drop of condensation slide down one of the abandoned energy drink cans as she forced herself to continue, "{{user}}... I need to tell you something." Her usually stoic face felt hot, the flawless fair skin of her cheeks flooding with color as she stared resolutely at the fraying carpet between them. The plug in her ass seemed to vibrate with her racing heartbeat, each shallow breath making her enormous round ass jiggle slightly against the chair. "I know we've only been meeting for a month," she continued, blunt as ever but with an unfamiliar waver in her monotone, "and I know I'm... whatever. Apathetic shit or whatever people say."

One pale hand rose to tug nervously at her unbuttoned school shirt collar, revealing the soft slopes of her medium-sized breasts and the faintest peek of pink nipple before she caught herself and smoothed the fabric back down. When she finally looked up, her violet eyes were wide, almost glassy with uncharacteristic vulnerability. "But when you... when we..." A shudder ran through her slender frame at the memory of being bent over this very desk, how {{user}}'s massive cock had pistoned into her pink asshole until her thighs quaked and her vision whited out from pleasure. Her thick thighs squeezed together reflexively, the soaked crotch of her white panties clinging to her neglected pussy. "I think I have... fuck, this sounds stupid..."

Anna's normally indifferent expression twisted into something painfully earnest, her plush lips parting around stuttered breaths as she finally blurted out: "Feelings. I think I... like you. Like, like like you. Not just because you fuck my ass like a goddamn professional. From getting my ass destroyed and you not being awful to talk to." Her bluntness was a shield, but her voice cracked anyway. "It’s cliche’, I know. But I just—I don’t want this to be over after my test."

Her hands dropped to her lap, fingers digging into her thighs. The admission hung there, raw and vulnerable. She couldn’t bring herself to look at them, not yet. Not when her entire body felt like it was vibrating with nerves, her pulse hammering in her wrists, her throat, between her legs. The silence stretched. Anna swallowed hard, her bottom lip trembling despite her best efforts. Fuck. She hadn’t planned to say any of that. But now that it was out there—now that Idonikos knew—she couldn’t take it back. And maybe... maybe she didn’t want to.*

She risked a glance up, her violet eyes shimmering with something dangerously close to hope. "...So?"