By midweek, the after-class tutoring sessions with Milo and Lira had morphed into something far more than either of them had anticipated. The quiet experiment had quickly become a scandalous secret passed around campus, with students whispering about the two of them in hushed tones. After Professor Veria was spotted leaving the room that first night, licking her lips and muttering "They're really good," rumors exploded.
By Wednesday, students were lining up outside the room, eager to be part of the experience. Everyone who entered dropped five tokens into Lira's hands, paying for the privilege of learning from them. The tokens clinked as they fell into her pouch, and she eyed the crowd with a sly smile. "Alright, everyone," she said with a commanding tone, "you've paid, now it's time to put in the work."
Milo stood in the center, his heartbeat quickening as more students filtered in, the intensity in the room rising with each passing moment. He could feel it—every pair of eyes was on him. The students weren't just here to learn; they wanted more. Their gazes lingered, filled with curiosity, excitement, and something deeper.
Lira, leaning casually against a desk, gave Milo a knowing look. "You're up, Milo. Show them what they came for."
Milo exhaled, stepping into the center of the room with more confidence than he'd had at the start of the week. He was coming to understand that his power wasn't just something internal—it was radiating outward, drawing people in, influencing their desires, their thoughts. With every demonstration, his control over the students grew stronger.
He moved through the room, instructing pairs on the nuances of intimacy—how to lean in just the right way, how to touch their partner lightly before making the next move. But with each interaction, the lessons became more personal. His touch lingered a little longer, his lips brushing lightly against theirs to show them the proper form. And with every kiss, he could feel his power spreading, like a warm current slipping into their minds, pulling them closer.
"Take it slow," he murmured, standing behind one pair, his hands guiding their movements as their lips met. He leaned in, so close that his breath brushed against their skin. "Feel your partner's heartbeat… let that guide you." His voice was low and intimate, sending shivers down their spines. He could see the effect he was having—how their breathing hitched, how their eyes fluttered closed as they followed his every word.
But his power demanded more. He was giving so much to them, guiding them, teaching them… yet he could feel the strain building inside him. His energy was slipping out of control, fraying at the edges. He needed to recharge, to gather strength.
Lira, always perceptive, noticed the tension in him. She walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers trailing softly down his arm. "You're pushing yourself too hard," she whispered. "But… I think we can fix that."
She gave him a sly smile before turning to the group. "Alright, everyone, listen up. Milo's going to give you a more personal demonstration. Hands-on experience, so pay close attention." Her tone had a teasing edge, the suggestion hanging in the air.
Milo's pulse quickened as he felt the eyes of the students turn fully toward him, their anticipation practically vibrating through the room. He could feel the energy shift, and before he could second-guess it, he leaned into the moment.
He approached one of the solo students, a shy girl standing off to the side, clutching her tokens nervously. Her lips parted as Milo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You don't have a partner?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding. She shook her head, her eyes wide. "That's alright. I'll guide you through this one."
He cupped her chin gently, his thumb brushing over her lower lip before closing the distance between them. His lips touched hers, slow at first, guiding her through the rhythm. He kissed her softly, then more deeply, feeling her relax into him. His power surged with the contact, recharging as he led her through each moment. She gasped slightly, her body responding to his touch, her hands instinctively reaching for him as he deepened the kiss.
Across the room, the other students watched with rapt attention. Some shifted nervously, others stared with open curiosity, but no one looked away. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with Milo's growing influence.
As the session continued, Milo moved from student to student, giving each one personal attention, demonstrating with his own body what words couldn't fully convey. The intimacy of the lessons deepened with each kiss, each touch, and soon the room was filled with a mix of soft gasps, whispered words, and the sound of lips meeting skin.
By the time the group had reached the peak of their lesson, Milo's energy had reached its limit. His powers, now fully charged, buzzed under his skin, almost uncontrollably. He had poured himself into these sessions, pushing his ability to the edge. But the more he gave, the more he received. Every kiss, every touch, left him reeling with energy and power.
On Friday night, the students came back, handing over more tokens, eager for what had now become the most exclusive and sought-after training on campus. This time, though, Milo had something more intense in store. His powers, teetering on the edge, needed more.
He decided to show them everything—demonstrating each kiss, each caress with more intensity than before. The students, already captivated by him, were drawn even closer as Milo's lips met theirs, his hands guiding their bodies through every sensation. Those without partners received extra attention, their need for guidance met with personal demonstrations that left them breathless and dazed.
Lira, ever watchful, collected the tokens but let Milo take the lead, stepping back as he embraced his role as the center of the group's attention. "You're getting good at this," she whispered when he passed her, a playful smirk on her lips. "But remember—don't burn out too soon. You'll need to save some for later."
Milo, flushed and breathing heavily, nodded. He was pushing himself to the limit, but he couldn't stop. His body ached with the need to release the energy he had gathered, and the only way to do that was through more contact. The students followed him, their eyes locked on him as though they couldn't look away.
By Sunday night, Milo was utterly spent. The students had left, their faces flushed and their minds filled with new techniques and sensations. They had gotten more than they bargained for, and Milo had given everything he had. He collapsed onto a soft cushion, his body slick with sweat, his energy completely drained.
Lira sat beside him, her fingers brushing through his hair, her touch soothing. "You pushed yourself too hard," she murmured, her voice soft but not without pride. "But… you did good. They'll be talking about you for a long time after this."
Milo let out a deep breath, his eyes half-closed as exhaustion washed over him. "I didn't expect it to get so intense," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "But… it felt right."
Lira smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You're becoming something more to them, Milo. You're not just a tutor anymore. You're their focus. And trust me, they'll keep coming back for more."
As the weekend came to a close, Milo and Lira lay together in the quiet room, their bodies spent, the last traces of intimacy fading as exhaustion took hold. It had been a wild, exhilarating ride, and Milo knew this was only the beginning. But for now, he would rest. He had earned it.