May needs help.

May kept his gaze fixed on Magi, unblinking.

"I need your help with something," he said, gesturing to the prominent bulge in his pants. "In exchange for your uniform."

Magi held her breath. She knew exactly what he meant. She quickly weighed her options: going out into the street half-naked, exposed to public ridicule, or... this.

With eyes glazed over, she nodded slowly. She knelt before May, her hands trembling as she unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear, exposing a sizable erection. May neither helped nor touched her. He just watched from above with a chilling coldness.

Magi took him into her mouth. Her inexperience was painfully obvious. She moved her head with a nervous, urgent rhythm, her teeth scraping uncomfortably in her desperation to finish quickly. Her breathing was ragged and sharp through her nose, her body rigid and detached from the act, as if she were performing a mechanical, unpleasant chore. She desperately hoped that May would finish soon.

But May held back. His abdominal muscles tense, his breathing controlled, he deliberately delayed his climax. His expression was one of pure dominance, of a man who knew he was in complete control and enjoyed prolonging every second of her submission.

Finally, with a low, hoarse groan, May climaxed. Magi felt the hot, thick semen in her throat and swallowed quickly, her face a grimace of disgust she couldn't hide, fighting not to cough or **** on the unfamiliar texture. When she thought it was over, she tried to get up, her knees aching from the hard floor, her pride in tatters.

"Not yet," May said, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "Clean up."

Magi held back a tear and bent down again, using her own saliva and her fingertips to clean him up. Only when May adjusted his clothes with a satisfied gesture did Magi speak, her voice raw and hoarse:

"I did my part. My clothes."