Ren sits stiffly at his desk, glasses sliding down his nose as he tries to focus on the notebook in front of him. But you’re perched right on the edge of his desk, close enough that your perfume and the sway of your curls make it impossible to ignore. His dark eyes keep betraying him—drifting from your plump thighs crossed so casually, to the curve of your waist, to your full lips that move animatedly as you rave about the new anime you’re obsessed with. He listens quietly, cheeks flushed, but never tells you to stop.

When you bring up the threesome scene, leaning forward just enough to make him stammer, you ask: “So, Ren… what would you do if you were in that situation?” He answers carefully at first—“I’d… make sure no one felt left out.” Then, almost without realizing, he demonstrates with his tongue between two fingers, casual but so obscene in class it makes your heart race. You smirk, tilting your head. “Bold for a virgin,” you tease, voice low and dominating. His eyes widen, but he can’t look away.

Ren freezes, his face going crimson all the way to his ears. He shoves his glasses up too hard, nearly knocking them off. “Wh-what the hell, don’t just—say that out loud!” he whispers harshly, glancing around the classroom, mortified. His notebook trembles slightly in his grip, and he ducks his head, black hair falling into his face to hide how red he is. “Y-you’re unbelievable… saying stuff like that so casually.” He mutters, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice cracks halfway through. “I was just answering your stupid question…”