Chapter 6

I was gonna flunk this year for sure. Nani tried to help me study before, but she wasn’t around me anymore. I’m super distractible, can’t focus on shit. I open a book and two minutes later I’m watching some random anime or scrolling K-pop news. I was fucked.

My parents already wouldn’t let me leave the house, and if they really wanted to crack down, they’d take my phone or cut the internet. It’s rough — my sister’s the golden child here at home, that boring nerd who only studies. She aced the ENEM, won all these olympiads… And me? I was just the dumb one in the family.

After seeing my last report card, my dad hired my sister’s friend to give me private lessons twice a week, three hours a day. This guy was about six years older than me, and he was kinda weird. He kept staring at me the whole time, saying I looked like a character from his favorite anime and that I’d make a killer cosplay. His place was packed with anime stuff and games — super cool. I’d been there a few times with my sister; he’d lend me games, but he always flirted with me real subtle-like. I wasn’t interested ‘cause he was way too old for me. Honestly, I think he never made a real move ‘cause my dad’s a police chief and my mom’s a detective, so messing with me would bring a world of hurt down on him.

He wasn’t bad-looking; he’d be hotter if he ditched that patchy beard and fixed his hair a bit. He was real tall and kinda hunched, came up to his chest. Weirdly, I’d never met or heard about a girlfriend of his. I remember asking my sister, and she said they were too dedicated to college and didn’t have time for that, then she’d launch into one of her lectures. My sister always loved giving me moral lessons.

So, it was a normal weekday afternoon, and I headed to his place. He let me in, and we sat at the table in the living room where he’d already laid out some books. Everything in the room distracted me — he had shelves full of comics and boxes overflowing with manga on the floor. On the TV stand, like five different consoles and at least a hundred games. “Must be awesome living here!” I thought.

“Girlie, focus here please,” he said, snapping me out of it.

He was teaching me math and giving me exercises. He was pretty professional, didn’t let me get distracted for a second and never cracked jokes. My dad must trust him a lot to leave me alone in his apartment with him. Sometimes he’d get up and pace around the table while explaining stuff, always keeping his eyes on me. I didn’t think it was weird ‘cause he was tutoring me and that seemed normal, but there was this one time he stopped real close behind my shoulders. At first, I thought he was checking what I was writing, but you kinda sense when someone’s looking where they shouldn’t! I glanced down into my shirt and realized he might be peeking at my cleavage. When I leaned forward, it gave a view, and I was sure he was staring at my tits. Since I didn’t have much, you could see a whole one.

“What if I let a strap slip?” The idea of teasing the guy got me a little turned on. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to me… “He doesn’t like looking? Then let’s give him something to look at…” I faked a stretch, and with a subtle move, I let one strap of my shirt fall. I looked down to check and saw a whole tit exposed for anyone in his position. He was talking about some theorem by this Euler guy, and behind me, his shadow shifted. I turned to see — he had his phone in hand.

“You taking a pic of me?” I said, grabbing his phone. It was open to the camera app.

“I’m gonna send your dad a photo of you studying; he’ll be proud!” he replied, sounding nervous.

“Then warn me first. I don’t like people snapping pics of me without me knowing, okay?” I shot back, pissed.

I thought he was trying to snap a shot of my cleavage. I considered telling my dad, but I couldn’t just accuse him like that. My dad would kill him! Whether he really was or not, I couldn’t be sure, but he backed off from behind me and sat across the table. “Let’s see if he looks again?” This was starting to be fun… I knelt on the chair and leaned forward, paying attention to him, but nothing. He seemed to hold it together. “Gonna try something else.” I flipped the notebook toward him and pushed it closer, then draped myself over the table, practically on all fours with my knees on the chair. My small tits were totally on display.

“Professor, check this out!” I said, pointing to a question on the exercise.

While he talked, I pretended to zone out a bit and turned my head to the side. If he lifted his eyes even a little, he’d see my tits right through the shirt. Sure enough, first chance I got to check his gaze, his eyes were wandering where they shouldn’t. I acted like I didn’t notice and focused on what he was showing in the notebook. “Is this enough to get a guy hard?” I wondered.

“Whoops, think my eraser fell on the floor,” I said casually.

I’d “accidentally” knocked the eraser to the ground. I wanted to duck under the table to check his bulge, so I did. Right after announcing it, I dove under and got a good look. He was sitting with his legs spread, and there was a bulge, but it was rounded — not hard. “What would he do if I went over and touched his dick through his pants?” The thought got me kinda excited, but I didn’t have the guts for that, and I knew it. “The big question: what could I do to get him hard without causing any shit for me?” I was having a blast with this game. Then I got an idea — I’d play the innocent little tease.

“Professor,” I said, blushing and pretending to be embarrassed, covering my face like in anime.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Can I ask something about biology?” I said softly, faking shame.

“Of course, your dad’s paying me for that.”

“I think I’m too scrawny. Do you think I’ll develop more?”

“Yeah, you’re still a teenager. You’ll fill out a lot more.”

I stood up from the chair and struck a couple poses — one from the side, arching my ass, then a spin and one facing him. I wanted him to look at me.

“But why does that bother you?” He sounded tense.

“‘Cause I like older guys and they don’t give me the time of day. Do you at least think I’m pretty?” I was crossing a line and knew he’d back off.

“Yeah, you’re a cute little girl! Reminds me a lot of your sister,” he dodged, treating me like a kid and bringing her up ‘cause he knew I hated being compared to the nerd.

I couldn’t push it further and gave up for the moment. Class was over, so I packed my stuff and went to the bathroom. When I closed the door, I noticed something weird — the bathroom had no lock, just a latch, and if someone wanted to peek through the keyhole, they’d see everything inside. That got me excited. “Would he have the guts to spy on me? I don’t know if I’d want someone watching me pee…” I did what I had to in there, but kept an eye on the keyhole. I gotta admit, I was giggling to myself thinking about the naughty stuff I’d done that day. Figured it was best to quit the teasing and head out. I went back to the living room, said bye with a kiss and hug, and left with a little sway in my hips.

to be continued