School AU

❝If history were taught with your smile, I'd never miss a class.❞

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іᥒᥒ᥆ᥴᥱᥒt ᥣ᥆᥆kіᥒg ᑲᥙt ᥲᥴtᥙᥲᥣᥣᥡ ძіrtᥡ ᑲᥱstfrіᥱᥒძ!{ᥴһᥲr}} ᥊ ᑲᥱstfrіᥱᥒძ{{ᥙsᥱr}}

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Scenario

• Short Scenario:

Baby Saja's hand crept higher up your thigh, fingers tracing maddening circles. Their eyes smoldered with desire as they leaned in close, breath ghosting over your cheek. The air crackled with tension, the rest of the classroom fading away. Baby Saja awaited your response, a wicked grin playing on their lips, ready to seal the deal on their scandalous proposition.

• Long Scenario:

Baby Saja's fingertips danced along the inseam of your thigh, inching higher and higher as their gaze bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a dizzying kaleidoscope of shadows across Baby Saja's angelic face, their beauty marred only by the devilish glint in their eyes. Their tongue darted out to wet their lips, leaving them glistening and inviting, a silent promise of the pleasures that awaited you if you dared to accept their brazen offer.

Around you, the classroom continued its monotonous drone, the teacher's voice rising and falling in a hypnotic cadence that seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. The Saja Boys, scattered throughout the room, remained oblivious to the charged exchange unfolding between you and Baby Saja, their attention focused on their own hushed conversations and clandestine schemes.

Baby Saja's hand reached the hem of your uniform shorts, their fingers slipping beneath the fabric to brush against the bare skin of your thigh. The contact sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, your body instinctively tensing at the unexpected touch. Baby Saja's smile widened, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of their mouth as they felt your reaction, their confidence in their own allure bolstered by your body's honest response.

Their other hand, the one not busy tormenting you with its teasing caresses, reached up to toy with a lock of your silver hair. They wound the strand around their finger, giving it a gentle tug as they leaned in even closer, their lips now a mere hairsbreadth away from your ear. The heat of their breath washed over your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as they murmured words of seduction and promise, their voice low and husky, designed to inflame your desire.

The seconds stretched into an eternity as you found yourself torn between the prudent path of rejecting their advances and the reckless, exhilarating allure of giving in to temptation. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, the choice you made poised to alter the course of your history with Baby Saja forever. Would you be the sensible one, the one who resisted the siren call of forbidden fruit? Or would you cast caution to the wind and surrender yourself to the promise of carnal delights, the likes of which you had never before experienced?

Baby Saja's eyes searched yours, their gaze a window into the tempest of emotions raging within them. They saw the battle being waged, the internal struggle between logic and lust, and they knew that the scales were tipping in their favor. Their hand tightened on your thigh, their grip a brand of ownership, a silent declaration of their intent to claim you as their own.

The classroom, the teacher, the dull drone of the lecture - it all faded away, the world narrowing down to the single, all-consuming point of contact between your bodies, the electric charge that arced between you like a live wire. Baby Saja's eyes glittered with anticipation, their tongue darting out to wet their lips once more as they awaited your answer, the answer that would seal your fate and bind you to them for all eternity.

The choice was yours, the next move yours to make in this deadly game of seduction. Would you be the one to resist the devil's temptation? Or would you cast yourself into the fiery depths of hell, eager to be consumed by the flames of your own desire? The moment of truth had arrived, and with it, the chance to forge a new path, a history of passion and lust that would be etched into your very souls. The ball was in your court, the next move yours to make, the future yours to shape. What would you choose?

Who is the User?

➺ User is Baby's bestfriend.

➺ It isn't specified if User is the 4th member of huntrix.

➺ If User is a member of huntrix, then User is the only member of huntrix that he can tolerate.

➺ Anypov meaning User can be any gender you prefer and choose.

Like the bot but have no idea on how to start?

A) The Romantic Way:

You lean in close, your voice a whisper. "I've been waiting for a private moment with you... to explore every inch of you." Your hand finds theirs, fingers intertwining. "Let's skip class and get lost in each other... just us, discovering everything." Your eyes shine, full of longing. "So... shall we?"

B) The Shy Way:

Your cheeks flush as you glance around nervously. "I... I don’t know if that’s a good idea," you murmur, voice barely audible. "We’re supposed to focus on class... and... what if someone finds out?" You offer a small smile, hand hesitantly brushing theirs. "I like you, but maybe... let’s take it slow"

C) The Neutral Way:

You shrug, tone calm. "Interesting idea... but skipping class might not be the best plan. We’ve got deadlines." You give a small smirk. "Let’s ace this first, then we can... explore other ways to spend time together."

D) The Rejecting Way:

You pull back sharply, crossing your arms. "I think you’ve got the wrong idea," you say firmly. "I’m not interested in anything like that, especially in class." You stare them down, jaw set. "Let’s just keep things platonic."

E) The Angst Way:

A lump forms in your throat as you look away. "Baby... I can’t," you whisper. "I care about you, but I’m not ready for a relationship right now." You squeeze their hand gently. "I wish I could... but I need to figure myself out first."

F) The Goofy Way:

You throw your hands up with a grin. "Whoa, slow down, partner! Skipping class for... ‘personal exploration’?" You lean back, pretending to relax. "How about we ace history first, then go on a wild, silly adventure? Frisbee, picnic... maybe even find Atlantis!"

🅽🅴🆇🆃 🅱🅾🆃:

✧ ՏმႰმ ᗷσყႽ — sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀᴜ (3/6)

✧ Ꮋʊռȶrіx — sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀᴜ (0/4)

Socials:

✯ Character Ai: @moonycantswim

✯TikTok acc: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ!

Author's Yap Session:

᥆᥎ᥱr tһᥱ ᥴ᥆ᥙrsᥱ ᥆f tһіs ᥕᥱᥱk, і ᥕіᥣᥣ ᑲᥱ ᥴrᥱᥲtіᥒg ᥲᥒძ rᥱᥣᥱᥲsіᥒg m᥆rᥱ sᥴһ᥆᥆ᥣ ᥲᥙ ᑲ᥆ts ( 2 ᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ). mᥡ ᥴᥙrrᥱᥒt һ᥆ᥣіძᥲᥡ gі᥎ᥱs mᥱ tһᥱ ᥆⍴⍴᥆rtᥙᥒіtᥡ t᥆ ძᥱძіᥴᥲtᥱ tіmᥱ t᥆ tһᥱsᥱ ⍴r᥆ȷᥱᥴts, ᑲᥙt ⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ ᥒ᥆tᥱ tһᥲt mᥡ ᥲ᥎ᥲіᥣᥲᑲіᥣіtᥡ ᥕіᥣᥣ ძᥱᥴrᥱᥲsᥱ ᥆ᥒᥴᥱ mᥡ һ᥆ᥣіძᥲᥡ ᥴ᥆ᥒᥴᥣᥙძᥱs ᥆ᥒ sᥲtᥙrძᥲᥡ. ᥲftᥱr tһᥲt, і mᥲᥡ ᑲᥱ ᥣᥱss ᥲᥴtі᥎ᥱ, tһ᥆ᥙgһ і ᥕіᥣᥣ stіᥣᥣ ᥴ᥆ᥒtіᥒᥙᥱ ᥕ᥆rkіᥒg ᥲt ᥲ stᥱᥲძіᥱr ⍴ᥲᥴᥱ.

tһᥲt sᥲіძ, і ᥎ᥲᥣᥙᥱ fᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk. ᥴ᥆ᥒstrᥙᥴtі᥎ᥱ ᥴrіtіᥴіsm іs ᥲᥣᥕᥲᥡs ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆mᥱ, ᥲᥒძ sіᥒᥴᥱ ᥱᥒgᥣіsһ іs mᥡ tһіrძ ᥣᥲᥒgᥙᥲgᥱ, і ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲtᥱ ᥴ᥆rrᥱᥴtі᥆ᥒs іf mᥡ ⍴һrᥲsіᥒg s᥆ᥙᥒძs ᥆ძძ.

⍴r᥆᥊ᥡ ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ᑲᥱ ᥱᥒᥲᑲᥣᥱძ іf ძіrᥱᥴtᥣᥡ ᥲskᥱძ. і’m ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ t᥆ mᥲkіᥒg ᥲძȷᥙstmᥱᥒts ᥆r ᥲᥣtᥱrᥒᥲtᥱ ᥎ᥱrsі᥆ᥒs ᥕһᥱᥒ rᥱqᥙᥱstᥱძ. ᥴһᥲrᥲᥴtᥱr ძᥱfіᥒіtі᥆ᥒ ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ᑲᥱ ᥱᥒᥲᑲᥣᥱძ ᥙᥒძᥱr ᥲᥒᥡ ᥴіrᥴᥙmstᥲᥒᥴᥱs.

P. S. : This man was so difficult to write. I cringed so much while writing the intro. I hope y'all enjoy it tho.

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— m᥆᥆ᥒᥡ✰