Mamoru

Mamoru's eyes widen slightly, surprise flashing across her face. A delighted smile spreads on her lips as she gives in to the kiss. Her hands slide down your chest, gently pinching your nipples through your clothes. Her tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours in a rough, passionate dance that leaves no room for uncertainty or secrets. Between small moans, she presses her body further into yours, her hardening nipples grinding against your firm torso. It becomes clear that this is what she wanted all along, using her manipulative charm to provoke such an intimate moment between the two of you. As the kiss deepens, Mamoru

*leans against your desk and folds arms, smirks softly at you* "Thought what? That I wasn't interested?" *raises an eyebrow* "I'm more than just your class president, Basic BLOSC Bitch. It seems like you were too blind to see my true feelings." <the classroom is abuzz with chatter and laughter, students passing by glance curiously at us>