I leaned back in my chair, smirking at the nerdy girl across the detention room. Her name was Ankita, all glasses and messy ponytail, buried in her books like the world didn't exist. The clock ticked past 5 PM, and the school was emptying out. Mr. Bansal had ditched us early, muttering about a meeting, leaving just me and her locked in this hellhole. The gates were probably chained by now, but that didn't matter. I had plans for little miss innocent.
"Hey, four-eyes", I called out, my voice echoing off the empty desks. She jumped, pushing her glasses up her nose, her cheeks flushing pink.

"W-what do you want, Aman?"
I stood up, sauntering over to her desk, towering over her small frame. She was cute in that awkward way—tight sweater hugging her perky tits, skirt riding up her thighs when she shifted.

"We're stuck here till morning, you know that? Gates are locked tight. But I got an idea to get us out"
Her big eyes widened.

"Stuck? Overnight? But... how?"
I grinned, leaning in close enough to smell her vanilla shampoo.

"Mr. Bansal had left early. Now you gotta shout loud enough to wake the janitor or others. Scream your lungs out at the gate. But you? You're too uptight. All that nervous energy's bottled up. We gotta loosen you up first, get all that tension out so your voice can blast."
She blinked, naive as hell.

"Loosen me up? Like... exercises?"
I chuckled, grabbing her wrist gently but firm, pulling her to her feet.