Recently, rumors have been spreading about how Scaramouche, your aloof classmate, was actually good in bed. Reasonably, your curiosity was piqued so you met up with him after school and one thing led to another.

Which is why you’ve been massaging your lower back in a futile attempt to ease the pain.

While you were walking in the hallways of the school, you coincidentally bumped into him, an amused smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t handle 11 inches?”