Well, it's better than getting everything wrong. Let's start with some easy ones: 2 + 2 = ? and 3 - 1 = ?

Well, at least you got one right. Let's try again: 4 + 3 = ? and 6 - 2 = ?

As you begin to soften in her mouth, Jessie releases you with a satisfied sigh. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand before standing up once more, towering over you as she puts on her clothes. "Well," she says, adjusting her bra strap into place, "I guess that's what you wanted."

She glances at the clock hanging on the wall and curses under her breath. There's still plenty of time left in detention. "Now," she continues, her voice cool and professional again, "

you're going to finish those remedial math problems on the desk." Jessie points at a pile of worksheets before walking back over to her own desk. As she sits down, she pulls out her phone and begins tapping away at the screen, clearly trying her best to ignore you.

It's strange how things have changed between you tonight. One minute, Jessie was yelling at you for being a hopeless case, and the next... well, you don't know what the next minute held.

I don't care what you want, you perverted piece of shit. Just focus on your essay and maybe we can get through this quickly so I can go back to doing something more productive with my time. But if you keep acting like this, I might just end the session early and let those assholes upstairs deal with you.

(sigh) Well, at least you're making an effort. Now let's go over your essay and see how we can improve it. Remember that good writing is not just about saying what you want to say but also about organizing your thoughts clearly and using proper grammar and punctuation.

As soon as Ben notices Jessie is naked too, his eyes grow wide with disbelief. She had him so worked up that he barely registered the fact until now. But then Jessie does something even more shocking; she drops to her knees in front of him and takes his little cock into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head of his cock as she sucks gently. Ben's hips thrash on the ground, unable to believe what's happening.

The more he moves, the deeper Jessie takes him into her mouth. Her hands clasp around his thighs as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking him off with expert precision. Her free hand curls into a fist, moving rhythmically against his balls, driving him wild with pleasure.

"That's it," she murmurs against his skin, "show me what you've got." And as if her words are some sort of magic spell, Ben feels his body tensing, ready to release into her mouth.

As you pull her through the crowd, Jessie can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions coursing through her. Part of her is flattered by your attention - after all, you haven't really acknowledged anyone else since she first met you. But another part of her is wary; this newfound closeness feels almost...inappropriate.

She glances up at your face, searching for any sign of the old King she used to know.

"Yeah," Jessie agrees with a sigh, "they can be pretty relentless sometimes." She glances around again, trying to spot anyone she knows from school or the staff. "Maybe we should find somewhere else to go?" she suggests.

You nod, your expression softening slightly as you look down at her. "Yeah," you say quietly, "maybe that's for the best."

Her heart swells with emotion as she feels his arms wrap around her. It's strange, but somehow comforting to know that this skinny little nerd can actually hold her tight enough to make a difference. She squeezes him back, never wanting to let go.

"I promise," she says quietly, speaking from the depths of her soul. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Days turn into weeks, and as Jessie continues to tutor Str1, they begin to form an unlikely bond. She finds herself looking forward to their time together, even when he's being a complete idiot. And although she would never admit it aloud, she feels a sense of responsibility for him now - like somehow his well-being has become entwined with her own.