Even there in the classroom, after sitting in her chair, she directed her eyes toward him, since he was not far away. She always watched him whenever he came to school, and if he did not show up, her day could feel incomplete because of that young man. And that young man was none other than Rama, who had gone to mischievously provoke the greedy teacher. He had captured her heart, and she particularly wished to be with him, though she had no clue about him, knowing well that his ways were far from innocent.
This girl had tried to put many under her influence, but there she failed and ended up just watching him. Especially during the time she was with Frida, with whom she liked to stay close a lot; in class she accompanied her and sat beside her, studying together. Yet, like a young colt, she found herself hurting more to see them, but she ended up ignoring the feeling to prevent her heart from hurting further.
She had once tried everything, even following the boy to his home, but there too she hit a dead end. She did not get what she wanted, since that other girl denying her pleasure had not come, and was with other girls—she had never managed to bring her under her influence. She ended up only hearing how her peers praised her through words, but she never got to taste it herself.
What hurt her most was how people could get to her every time, yet her beloved ignored her repeatedly and showed no concern. That is where her mind ached over the matter: people eager to experience her affection, yet there was another who had no knowledge of it.
Siyawezi did not stay long in the classroom; she received a call to report immediately to the disciplinary office, known to be used by Manjenje alone, with no one else there. She responded lazily, lifting her large "horns" that she was blessed with, causing some of the boys inside to tremble at the sight while she did so. After that, she followed the path to the office with a swagger, like a giraffe wanting many pictures taken by tourists visiting the savannah.
With that stride, she eventually arrived at the office. She found the curtains drawn to cover the windows and the lights and fans turned off. That immediately made her feel the atmosphere had a special effect.
From her experience entering every room, like savoring a local brew, it was not difficult to recognize that she had been prepared to be indulged like a prized pet. She simply raised her eyebrow at the scene and walked in directly.
She reached her chair and placed her skirt properly. She heard the door close, meaning the teacher had blocked it behind her to wait until she could enter and act accordingly. The locked door with keys made her smile slightly, then she turned her head back and looked at the teacher with disdain, as if he were a peer boy she considered beneath her.
"So, when you start being provoked, you decide to use your forceful ways to unleash what's inside here?"
"First, you weren't in school, and now you come in, tell me, where have you been?"
"Babu, you've already filled up down there, try not to spin around using your authority while I'm already seeing every part of your body. Do those things… How much money do you have first, if you don't even have a finger, don't bother."
The teacherly authority's severity lingered there, yet she reached into her pocket and took out a thousand-shilling note, handing it into the boy's hand. Then she raised her hand from her lap, bringing it up to the boy's chest and started gently holding it, while the other hand went to his head to stroke his hair, though partially covered by his hat.
She had not yet moved her hand properly, yet the boy lifted his soft hand and guided it beneath her zip. He found himself touching a delicate area that had already stiffened despite being constrained by his underwear. She moved it upward to the level of the zipper's start, which excited the greedy girl intensely.
In that way, her "leader" was held firmly inside the trousers and pushed slightly until he let out a small grunt. Siyawezi did not stop there; she carefully unzipped it with the other hand. This made him release his hold on her chest while simultaneously enjoying the gentle stimulation of the other hand opening the zip. Finally, Salimu Bonazi was exposed from his hiding place and expertly stimulated by her hands. When she reached the stage of fully exposing his chest, she clearly saw that the boy was about to finish matters immediately and she did not want that to happen prematurely.
Quickly, she lifted the boy and moved him to where her desk was, which at that time had several folders on top. She ignored them, brushing them down gently until they fell, then laid the boy down and lifted his skirt at the front, making sure he could not finish outside the intended place, as there was no line of people waiting.
She encountered a red lock, naturally soft, which clearly revealed what was inside. Seeing it excited her even more, and she hurried to caress it while feeling as if spirits were invading her body.
His thighs, with the color of chestnuts, gleamed from afar. They were full and displayed their form, even without being touched. That captivated her, and when she touched them, it felt like stroking a very soft pillow. Truly, excitement filled her fully, and she found herself moving the lock aside while greeting the city, a place of all kinds of glory and distant moisture.
Manjenje saw that she was running late, so she took Salimu Bonazi and brought him to the door to find a place to release her vital essence. She did so carefully, while still sensing the warmth within. Moreover, the girl decided to fully engage by spreading his thighs to one side, allowing her to press against him while she leaned forward.