Ashan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He set it to record, then placed it on the nearby desk, angling the camera perfectly to capture everything that was about to happen between them.
"Alright then," he said, voice low and commanding. "Let's start this. We're going to play a little game. I'm going to tease your body however I want, and you have to endure it without breaking."
He pulled her hands forward and gently but firmly cupped her cheeks, turning her flushed face toward the wall clock so she could clearly see the time.
"I'll give you exactly five minutes," he continued, eyes locked on hers. "If you can hold on without fainting or losing control, I'll stop immediately. I'll do whatever you ask, reveal my secret without any lies, and erase the recording myself."
"But if you lose… you have to forget everything that happened here and protect my peaceful life at the academy. I'll keep the video as insurance, just in case you try to break your word later. How does that sound?"
Lia's teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. Rage burned hotter inside her chest with every word he spoke.
Even though he had stopped using his skill for the moment, her body still trembled uncontrollably from the lingering waves of overwhelming pleasure that refused to fade.
"What kind of perverted game is that?" she snapped, voice sharp with defiance even as her cheeks burned crimson and her breath came in short, heated gasps.
"I refuse! There is no way I would ever agree to something so disgusting. What gives you the right to decide anything like this?"
Ashan's grin widened, dark amusement and raw dominance shining in his eyes.
He leaned in closer, the pale white of his Byakugan fading back to normal as he stared straight into her soul, sending another involuntary shiver racing down her spine.
"Haha… so you admit you're weak," he chuckled softly.
"How hilarious. Look at you, Professor… completely at my mercy, squirming like this. Your body is already begging to be touched, but your stubborn pride won't let you admit it."
"Because of you, my clothes are soaked through."
Lia shook violently, desperately trying to wrench herself free from his grip, but her strength had already deserted her.
"Weak? I'm not refusing because I'd lose!" she shot back, voice fiercer than she felt.
"And do you seriously think you can make me faint? Absurd… in your dreams! Do you think I'm some average woman you can break so easily?"
Ashan shook his head slowly, his free hand cupping her chin to force her gaze to meet his. His thumb brushed teasingly across her lower lip, sending sparks dancing across her skin.
"Saying excuses now, huh? That won't work on me. You're just scared. You already know your body will betray you completely. S-rank or not, deep down you're just a vulnerable woman."
"Admit it.. you're terrified of losing control, of feeling this helpless."
He paused, impatience flashing across his face as the situation dragged on too long. Without warning, he grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her even closer.
"Fine. I'll be generous this once," he said. "If you're willing to get on your knees right now and apologize properly, I'll let you go."
Lia's anger flared so violently she almost spat in his face again.
"You bastard," she hissed. "You want me, an S-ranker, to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Haha… I see what this is. You finally realized your earlier threat was impossible, so now you're trying to save face by making me kneel."
Ashan tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp.
"Look here," he growled. "I want this over quickly. I didn't want to say this, but I'm not letting you go easily. I hate women like you, acting so almighty, thinking you can do whatever you want without consequences."
He leaned in until their faces were barely an inch apart, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Just accept it already. You don't have another choice. Even if I let you go and you run to the headmaster, do you really think that would fix anything?"
"No… it would only make everything worse. I'm not your enemy. In fact, I'm someone who wants peace, someone trying to save as many lives as possible. I came here to meet strong people and live a normal life. You're the one trying to ruin it all."
His eyes darkened with warning.
"Do you think I'm simple? You haven't seen even one-tenth of what I'm truly capable of."
"When my real self is revealed, you will regret every single thing you've done today… I swear it."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"And think rationally. Aren't you the one who dragged things this far and made everything so uncomfortable? If you expose me, I'll make sure everyone sees this recording, especially our headmistress."
"No one will doubt what they see when they watch an S-ranker using a succubus skill to seduce a student. Imagine what will happen to your reputation. How everyone will look at you like a desperate slut."
He stared straight into her eyes, voice calm but merciless.
"So tell me, Professor… what is your decision? Will you accept my challenge or not?"
Lia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
'Damn him. He's cornering me completely. No one knows what he'll do if I refuse.'
She took a shaky breath, forcing her body to calm down.
"Fine," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I'll accept. But you can't go back on your word. Agree?"
Ashan nodded, a small smile touching his lips. "Of course. I'm a man of my word."
He slowly loosened his grip on her wrists. "I'll release your hands so you can feel a little more comfortable."
"But remember.. if you try to resist or attack me, the five minutes will become ten."
He glanced at the clock on the wall, its steady ticking marking the beginning of their twisted game. The phone on the desk continued recording silently, capturing every breath, every tremble, every sound.
Lia stood before him, body still flushed and trembling from earlier torment, eyes defiant yet shadowed with deep unease.
She had accepted the challenge, but deep down she already feared the outcome; her reputation, her secrets, everything hung in the balance.
"Alright, Professor," Ashan said, voice low and controlled as he stepped closer. "Five minutes. Let's see how long you can really last."
Lia bit her lip and looked away, every muscle in her body tightening in preparation.
Then it began.
Ashan started gently, almost tenderly. His hands slid up her arms, tracing the soft curve of her shoulders before gliding down her sides. His fingers brushed over the fabric of her blouse, lingering at her narrow waist as he pulled her just a little closer.
He leaned in, warm breath ghosting against her neck while he placed slow, exploratory kisses along her collarbone, building quiet anticipation.
Lia let out a shaky breath, her body responding against her will. She forced a mocking laugh, trying to hide her growing panic behind sarcasm.
"Is this it? You're not very good at this, are you?"
"You seem worse than an amateur. If this is your best effort, five minutes will feel like nothing… I'll win easily."
Ashan's eyes darkened with dangerous amusement.
'Mocking me again? Let's see how long that attitude lasts.'
He decided it was time to get serious. Forced emotions surged inside him, triggering Nervebreaker Touch at full power. His faint aura flowed into her through their close contact, amplifying every nerve in her body to unbearable, hypersensitive levels.
The effect hit her like lightning.
Hngh..
Lia's breath caught sharply in her throat. Her knees buckled as an overwhelming wave of raw pleasure crashed through her entire body.
'What… what is this? It feels like my whole body is burning from the inside!'
Every inch of her skin became impossibly sensitive. Her nipples hardened into painful peaks against her blouse. Fresh, slick wetness flooded between her thighs.
She realized with dawning horror that this would be nothing like before; the pleasure was too intense, too consuming.
Ashan's hands moved with precise, teasing skill, fingers grazing her inner thighs, circling her hips, pressing lightly against the sensitive small of her back.
He deliberately avoided her lips and her most intimate places, instead focusing on building unbearable tension everywhere else.
Thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples through the thin fabric, pinching gently at first, then a little harder, drawing helpless gasps from her.
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe while his breath teased her skin.
"Still think I'm not good at this?" he murmured, voice a low, husky growl against her ear.
Mmmhh…
Lia's defiance began to crumble. Her body arched involuntarily into his touch as moan after moan slipped past her lips.
'This… this is too much. I can't… I can't hold on…'
Then Ashan turned rougher. His hands gripped her waist firmly, squeezing her full breasts with growing force, nails scraping lightly over her sensitive skin through her clothes.
The sudden shift pushed her straight over the edge.
At that exact moment, just as he had warned, her body betrayed her completely.
Lia climaxed hard with a broken cry, her entire frame convulsing violently in ecstasy. Hot waves of pleasure ripped through her, soaking Ashan's clothes and her own skirt as her release gushed out uncontrollably. She trembled and gasped, legs shaking so badly she could barely stand.
She understood instantly, she was never going to win this.
Panic flooded her mind. Pride shattered, she finally broke.
"Ashan… please… stop," she begged, voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have done that to you. I was wrong. Please, just stop this… I'll forget everything, I promise. Just end it."
She tried to soften him, her hands weakly pushing against his chest while her body still quivered with powerful aftershocks.
Ashan's expression remained unyielding. He continued without mercy, addicted, hands roaming relentlessly; caressing her thighs, teasing her sides, keeping the skill fully active.
"This isn't finished yet," he whispered harshly against her neck. "It's far too late to stop now. You brought this on yourself, Professor."
Lia's pleas quickly turned into broken whimpers. Climax after climax crashed through her without pause, each one stronger and more devastating than the last.
Her muscles clenched tightly as another sharp wave tore through her core, forcing her to arch and gasp loudly.
"Ashan… please… I can't take any more," she sobbed, voice hoarse, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her hips bucked helplessly against him even as she begged.
He ignored every plea, hands slid up under her blouse to cup her bare breasts, thumbs circling and pinching her swollen nipples harder, sending fresh jolts of ecstasy straight to her core. Another powerful orgasm ripped through her, leaving her convulsing and soaking wet.
"Stop… I'm sorry…" she whimpered, pride completely gone, mind foggy with overwhelming pleasure. She tried to push him away, but all strength had left her body.
Ashan leaned closer, breath hot against her skin as he nipped at her neck while his free hand squeezed her hips and thighs, building unbearable pressure everywhere except where she ached most.
Her third climax hit like a storm, making her scream and nearly collapse.
The fourth followed immediately, back arching violently as her vision blurred.
By the fifth, she was sobbing openly, body rigid before collapsing into helpless spasms, moaning loudly enough to echo in the soundproof room.
Lia's mind finally broke. The endless pleasure had turned into sweet agony. Her exhausted body could take no more.
"No more… I lose… please stop…" she begged faintly, tears soaking into his shirt as her legs gave out completely.
She collapsed against him, unconscious long before the five minutes ended, body spent and trembling in his arms.
The clock kept ticking.
Ashan deactivated the skill, catching her gently as she went limp. The phone on the desk continued recording every second of her complete and utter defeat.
The game was over.
Lia had lost.