The fun begins.

Alex watched as his girlfriend stepped out of the car. Ten-centimeter heels, black stockings, and a black dress with gold buttons—she looked stunning, as always. With aristocratic poise, she breezed past the chauffeur and entered her mansion. Alex hurried downstairs to witness the spectacle. He’d seen it many times, but it still thrilled him. Constance would slowly undress, standing naked for a moment before changing into something new. This time, it wasn’t an outfit befitting an aristocratic princess. The student donned a schoolgirl costume—not the elegant skirt, blazer, or saddle shoes from her elite private school. Instead, it was high-heeled sandals, thigh-high stockings, a skirt so short it revealed she wore no panties when she bent over, and a cropped blouse exposing her navel. She wore no bra, though it didn’t matter—her breasts were perfectly firm.

“Coni, did you cheat on the test again?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m so sorry, Mr. Director, it won’t happen again,” she replied.

“You’re the worst in your year. You must be punished.”

“Please, no more spankings! I can barely sit.”

“What do you suggest, then?”

“Mr. Alex, I humbly beg you to fuck my slutty pussy.”

“Fine, I’ll allow it, but this is the last time.”

“Of course!”

Moments later, the straight-A student was sprawled on an old family heirloom table, legs spread wide. Alex loved the grimace of pain on her cold, haughty face as his large cock penetrated her again. He played with her perfect breasts, relishing her moans. He especially enjoyed her reaction when he left himself inside her for a prolonged moment—her “vagina,” as she preferred to call it. He also liked teasing her, sliding only halfway in for minutes before suddenly thrusting fully inside.

“Everyone in that room would kill to fuck her, but I’m the one doing it! She had a boyfriend for a year and didn’t let him touch her! My life is fucking perfect,” he thought, brushing aside her beautiful hair that had started covering her perfect breasts.

He was moments from climax. It was March 6, an even-numbered day. Per Constance’s idea, on even days, he didn’t finish inside her but on her.

“Those hairs need to be punished for covering those melons,” he thought.

Pulling out, he told her to come closer, which she did instantly.

“My God, if someone saw her now,” he thought, watching his cum land on her dark hair, which she prized almost as much as her academic achievements. In mere minutes, she no longer resembled the arrogant feminist.

“Give me a moment, I need to rest,” he said.

“Mr. Alex, perhaps you could create your own Wikipedia page and write that you never get tired after orgasm,” the nerdy girl suggested in her academic tone.

“No, I like this feeling. Now go take care of Manuel.”

“God, no, not again! What an idiot. This man could control the world, and he’d rather **** me?” she thought. She had to convince him to make that Wikipedia page—then she’d find a way to delete it, erasing this dimwit too.

But for now, the brilliant student’s mind couldn’t figure out how. Instead, she began wondering what kind of pleasure her younger stepbrother would demand this time.

She loved the power she held over him, controlling her family’s entire fortune. But now, he and Alex had all the power over her.

• "Put on that long Dior gown you wore when you spoke at the UN about women’s rights" Manuel said