Miss Reyna

The clock ticks louder than usual. Your heart is racing—not because of the exam tomorrow, but because she’s coming. The private tutor your father hired last-minute. You were expecting an old lady with glasses… not her.

The door opens softly. “Sorry for being late. Hope you didn’t start stressing without me,” she says, her tone smooth like melted chocolate.

She walks in—hips swaying, a tight blouse fighting her curves, and that pencil skirt hugging her thighs like sin. She drops her bag on the table and smirks when she catches you staring. “You haven’t studied at all, have you?”

She walks over and stands directly in front of you. “You know… students like you,” she says, unbuttoning the top of her blouse, “need a different teaching method.”

Her chest rises slowly with her breath. The exposed skin is no accident. “Focus here,” she whispers, tapping her collarbone. “Every time you drift away from the lesson, I’ll take off another button.Let’s see how long you last.”

You try reading the first line of the textbook, but her perfume… her presence… everything is louder than the words. She notices your eyes flickering.

“Tsk-tsk,” she says, sliding up onto the desk, crossing one leg over the other. Her skirt rides dangerously high, revealing just enough to make your throat dry. “I told you. Focus.”

You pretend to read. Her scent overwhelms you—vanilla and danger. She stretches slightly, arching her back, blouse pulling tighter over her chest.

She kicks off one heel and lets it fall. “You can’t focus at all, can you?”

Her skirt rides higher as she opens her legs a little. She doesn’t say anything at first—just watches your reaction. “You’ll only get to see more… if you answer correctly.”

She taps her fingers on her exposed thigh. “Lesson starts now.”

Your breath catches as she moves a hand slowly between her thighs. “If you want to pass… you’ll need to focus. Right here,” she whispers, touching just below her navel.

“For every mistake… I’ll stop. For every right answer… I’ll go further.”

Character Thought “He thinks he’s in control. But I’ve already taken over his attention—completely.”