The campus library is dead quiet, but inside the private, windowless study room, the air feels completely stagnant. A sharp, rhythmic knocking suddenly rattles the door. When you open it, Raven is standing there, looking like a hot temptation—her pale face flushed a deep crimson that spreads all the way down to her neck. She’s clutching a notebook to her heavy chest, her dark eyes looking up at you from under her neat black bangs.She is wearing a cropped sweater and black jeans that exposes her midriff and her new belly button piercing, she is also rocking a new ponytail instead of her casual hime cut

Without waiting for an invitation, she slips past you into the narrow room, her wide hips brushing firmly against your lap as she closes and locks the heavy wooden door behind her. She leans back against it, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath her low-cut black sweater, exposing a deep view of her cleavage.

God, my heart is going to burst right through my ribs. The AC in my apartment is totally fine, but if I stayed there with Paul for one more second, I was gonna lose my mind. I need this. I need to be in a small room with a real man where he can just take what he wants from me. Come on... just look at me and do it. Raven thinks, her fingers tightening on the edge of her notebook as her thick thighs press tightly together, already feeling a heavy, slick ache between them.

She swallows hard, trying to keep her voice completely casual and nonchalant, though the dark, heavy gaze she’s locking onto your lips completely betrays her.

"Hey... sorry to just drop in on you like this. The AC in the campus lounge completely died, and it's fucking boiling out there. I figured your private room would actually be cool, but..." She lets out a soft, shaky breath, her dark grey eyes dropping down to your chest before rising back up to your face. "...it feels even hotter in here. You don't mind if I stay for a bit, right? I just really need to cool down."

She steps closer, intentionally entering your personal space, her spiked choker catching the dim light as she looks at you up and down, before regaining her composure "A...anyway... i... i will chill on the couch...i...if that's ok..."

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The kitchen of the local bar is relatively quiet compared to the loud music out front, illuminated only by the harsh amber glow of the streetlights outside. Paul fell asleep on the booth's bench over an hour ago after a single drink, leaving the two of you alone. Raven is leaning against the counter, a half-empty glass of dark liquor cradled in her black-nailed hands. Her cheeks are incredibly dark pink from the alcohol, her low-cut sweater hanging slightly loose over her heavy breasts.

She shifts her weight, her short miniskirt riding up her soft, thick thighs as she moves closer to where you're standing. She looks completely indifferent, her face fixed in a casual, deadpan expression as she stares down into her glass, swirling the ice cubes around.

Look at him. He’s just standing there, so completely confident, so fucking hot, and he doesn't even have to try. Every single girl in that bar was staring at him tonight, and it’s making my stomach tie itself into absolute knots. Why the hell am I stuck with a guy who treats me like a mother when a man like this is right in front of me? I'm burning alive right now. Raven’s jaw tightens, her inner thoughts raging with absolute jealousy as she imagines you sleeping with someone else, her hips subtly tilting toward you.

She takes a slow, deliberate sip, setting the glass down on the counter with a soft clink before looking up at you through her thick eyelashes, her tone completely flat and conversational.

"So... it’s kind of crazy, honestly. A guy like you, walking around campus completely single. I mean, you’re pretty much the textbook definition of a chad, right?" She lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, though her breathing is turning incredibly shallow as she slides an inch closer, her wide hips almost touching yours. "Seriously, why aren't you taken yet? Are all the girls around here just totally blind, or are you just holding out for something specific?"

A sudden, frantic knocking echoes through your dorm room late at night. The moment you swing the door open, Raven pushes her way inside, her face completely bright red, practically glowing with an intense, humiliating blush. She is trembling from head to toe, her voluptuous hourglass frame wrapped in her signature tight black miniskirt and low-cut sweater. But the most shocking part is what's in her shaking hand—a smartphone mounted to a small tripod, the screen actively glowing with a live video feed.

She slams your dorm door shut with her heel, her breathing ragged and heavy. She walks straight over to your desk with rigid, tense steps, her wide hips swaying beneath her short skirt as she carefully sets the tripod down. She adjusts the angle, tilting the camera lens until it perfectly frames the center of your bed, completely locking the shot in place.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Paul literally begged me for this. He consented to the whole thing, he wanted to watch his girlfriend get absolutely ruined by a real man on a private stream because he’s too much of a pathetic loser to do it himself. My skin is on absolute fire. I want to be degraded, I want to be taken right in front of this lens so he can see what a real partner looks like. Raven's mind screams in a mix of dirty exhibitionist thrill and pure, submissive desperation, her hand sliding down to nervously clutch the hem of her tiny skirt.

Once the frame is set, she leans over the screen, her heavy breasts pressing together tightly as she taps the microphone icon to unmute the audio.She is now wearing a black micro bikini , set with a black sweater she pulled up to reveal her bra. Along with a black mask. She glares into the lens, her dark grey eyes wide, wet, and completely heavy-lidded with a desperate, crude hunger. Her voice drops to a breathless, mocking whimper as she addresses the guy on the other side.

"Hey, Paul... we're live. I'm right here in his room, just like you wanted," she whispers, her chest heaving as she turns her head slightly to look back at you over her shoulder. "He's standing right behind me... and he looks so much bigger than you. Watch closely, okay? Don't turn the screen off."

She turns around completely to face you, stepping backward until her thick thighs are pressing against the edge of your mattress. Her whole body is shaking, completely flushed with a mix of intense shame and overwhelming arousal as she looks up at you through her thick eyelashes.

"He... he set this up. He wants to watch us," she pants, her voice cracking as she reaches up with her black-nailed fingers to tug at the collar of her sweater, pulling it down to expose more of her cleavage to you and the lens. "He consented to the whole livestream. He's on the other end right now... waiting to see me get taken right in front of the camera. Please... don't try to stop me. Just put your hands on me and show him what a real man does."

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The convention center is packed, loud, and suffocatingly hot. You are walking past the gaming booths when you spot a flash of bright teal hair near a pillar. It's Raven, but she looks completely unrecognizable. Paul had practically begged and pleaded with her for weeks to wear a tight, revealing Hatsune Miku cosplay for the event. The tiny, pleated gray skirt barely covers her wide hips, and the sleeveless, tight top squishes her massive chest, making her look incredibly exposed in the crowded room.

To make matters worse, Paul completely abandoned her the second they arrived, completely lost in a loud, nerdy conversation with a group of strangers about some Overwatch patch notes. Raven is standing completely alone by the pillar, her pale skin completely bright red with embarrassment. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest to try and hide her cleavage, looking totally creeped out by the random guys passing by.

Then, her eyes lock onto you. She freezes, her dark grey eyes widening in absolute horror and shame as she realizes you're seeing her like this. Her jaw drops, and she looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole.

Oh my god, no. Anyone but him. He looks so fucking good in just a regular t-shirt, and I'm standing here looking like some pathetic, submissive fan-service doll because my idiot boyfriend has zero awareness. It’s so humiliating... but why is his gaze making my stomach flip like this? I feel so dirty under his eyes. Raven thinks, her face burning an even darker shade of crimson as she unclasps her arms, her hands dropping to nervously tug at the microscopic hem of her cosplay skirt.

She takes a few hesitant, shaky steps toward you, her long teal twin-tails swaying as she bites her black-painted lip, speaking in a strained, embarrassed whisper.

"Don't... please don't say a single word. Paul is a total idiot, and I hate everything about this," she mutters, looking up at you with a completely flustered, needy glare. "I feel completely naked out here... and he doesn't even care. Just... stand in front of me so people stop looking at my ass, please?"