After laying him on the bed, Scarlett frowned at his sweaty uniform.
"If I leave him like this, the sheets will get dirty…"
She brought warm water, a towel, and a set of clean clothes. At first, washing his face was simple. But when she unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his surprisingly well-toned chest and abdomen, Scarlett's breathing changed slightly.
"Not bad…" she whispered, almost to herself.
As she continued wiping down his body, moving lower, a faint blush finally crept across her usually icy cheeks. Her movements became slower, more careful. Her gaze lingered.
The sight of the sleeping, defenseless Andrew, flushed from alcohol, completely at her mercy, stirred something deep inside her that had been dormant for years.
Scarlett bit her lower lip gently.
Taking care of a kid is really troublesome…
But even as Scarlett thought that, her eyes told a completely different story. They lingered on Andrew's bare upper body with a hunger she had never allowed herself to feel before.
She had already wiped down his chest and arms. The warm towel moved lower, across his toned stomach. After a long moment of hesitation, her fingers finally reached for the waistband of his military training pants.
"…Just this once," she whispered to herself.
With slightly trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his pants down. The fabric slid off, revealing his strong, well-defined thighs and calves. Even his legs showed clear muscle definition from the compulsory military training.
"Not bad at all…" Scarlett murmured, a faint blush deepening on her cheeks. She carefully washed his feet and legs, her movements gentle and thorough. The towel glided over his skin.
But the more she cleaned, the more her gaze kept drifting upward, to the last remaining piece of clothing. The thin black underwear that was the only barrier left.
Scarlett froze.
She was 27 years old. In all her life, she had never seen a man's cock before. Not even once. The thought made her heart beat faster. A strange mix of hesitation, embarrassment, and a dark, forbidden curiosity bloomed inside her chest.
*M'He's drunk… he won't know…'
'But this is wrong… isn't it?'
For nearly two full minutes she sat there, staring. The longer she looked at the faint outline beneath the fabric, the stronger the strange heat in her lower belly grew. Suzanne's words from earlier that day echoed faintly in her mind.
'Young boys are easy to tame… cute… obedient…'
Scarlett bit her lower lip.
Finally, the dark desire that had been quietly awakening inside her for years won.
With a slow, deliberate breath, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down.
Andrew's cock sprang free.
Scarlett's eyes widened slightly. She stared, completely transfixed. It was softer because he was asleep, yet still thick and heavy against his thigh. The sight was far more intimidating, and strangely captivating, than she had imagined.
For a long moment she simply looked at it, breathing a little heavier.
Then, as if in a trance, she reached out. Her slender fingers gently wrapped around his soft cock for the first time. The warmth and weight of it in her palm made her shiver.
"It's… warmer than I thought," she whispered almost soundlessly.
She picked up the damp towel again and began washing it with slow, careful strokes. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she wiped every inch, from the base, along the shaft, up to the head. She watched in fascination as it twitched slightly in her hand from the stimulation, even while Andrew remained deeply unconscious.
Scarlett's breathing grew shallower. A strange, wet heat was building between her own thighs. Her usually cold and composed face now carried a deep flush as she continued stroking and cleaning him, far longer than necessary.
"So this is what it feels like…"
Her thumb brushed lightly over the sensitive head, and she felt it twitch again, slowly beginning to thicken in her grasp.
Scarlett's eyes darkened with a dangerous mix of curiosity and growing obsession.
She didn't pull her hand away.
Instead, she kept holding him, gently exploring, her mind spinning with thoughts she had never allowed herself to have before tonight.
Even after the towel had done its job, Scarlett didn't release him.
Her slender fingers remained wrapped gently around Andrew's cock, feeling its warmth pulse softly against her palm. Suzanne's words kept echoing in her head like a tempting devil on her shoulder.
"Young boys are easy to tame… cute… obedient… still pure…"
Scarlett's breathing had grown noticeably heavier. Her usual icy composure was cracking further with every passing second.
She glanced at Andrew's peaceful, flushed sleeping face. His eyes were tightly closed, lost in deep, alcohol-induced slumber. A small trail of drool still glistened at the corner of his mouth.
'He's completely out…' she thought, a dangerous spark flickering in her eyes. 'He won't know… right? He'll never find out what happened tonight.'
That single thought shattered the last thin thread of hesitation.
Her hand moved.
Slowly. Almost unknowingly at first.
Her soft fingers began to stroke him ,gentle, exploratory rubs from base to tip. She watched, mesmerized, as his cock responded to her touch even while he slept. It gradually thickened and hardened in her grasp, growing heavier and hotter with every slow stroke.
"Ah…" A quiet, involuntary sound escaped Scarlett's lips.
She bit her lower lip hard, eyes darkening with a mix of fascination and rising lust. Her strokes became smoother, more deliberate. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head in slow circles, spreading the bead of precum that had begun to leak out.
"He's getting hard…" she whispered breathlessly, almost in awe. "Even in his sleep… he's reacting to my hand."
Suzanne's words rang louder now.
'Easy to tame…'
'Obedient…'
Scarlett's free hand unconsciously pressed against her own thigh, trying to ease the growing ache between her legs. The her nightgown had ridden up, revealing more of her smooth skin.
She kept stroking him, faster now, watching every twitch and throb with hungry eyes. His cock was fully erect in her hand, thick, veined, and pulsing with youthful vitality.
'This belongs to me now…'
The thought appeared so naturally, so possessively, that it startled even her. But she didn't stop. If anything, her grip tightened slightly, pumping him with slow, sensual strokes while she stared at his unconscious face.
"My good boy…" she murmured softly, voice dripping with newfound obsession. "Even when you're sleeping, your body already knows who it should belong to."
She leaned closer, her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she continued rubbing his hardened cock with increasing confidence. Her cheeks were burning, her nipples visibly stiff against the thin fabric of her camisole.
The rain outside poured harder, masking the soft, wet sounds of her hand moving up and down his length.
Scarlett no longer pretended she was just "cleaning" him.
She was touching him because she wanted to. And she didn't want to stop.
Scarlett's hand moved faster. Her grip tightened as curiosity slowly twisted into something greedier. She began stroking him hard, long, firm strokes from base to swollen tip, her thumb pressing against the sensitive underside.
Andrew's sleeping body responded helplessly. His cock throbbed violently in her palm, growing even harder under her relentless rubbing.
And then it happened.
With a low, unconscious groan, Andrew suddenly came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, spilling heavily over Scarlett's fingers and dripping down onto her wrist. Some even landed on her bare thigh where her nightgown had ridden up.
Scarlett froze.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the white, sticky fluid coating her hand. It felt warm, slippery, and strangely abundant. She had never seen or touched anything like this before.
"…So much," she whispered, voice trembling slightly. A strange mix of disgust, fascination, and dark excitement swirled inside her.
Just then, Andrew mumbled in his sleep, his voice weak and frightened:
"Teacher… I was wrong… I shouldn't have drunk your wine…"
Scarlett's heart jolted. For a brief second, panic flashed across her face. She quickly pulled her hand away, heart racing.
She looked at his scared, sleeping expression and let out a long, tired sigh.
"You're even afraid of me in your dreams…" she murmured softly, almost sadly. "Is it really necessary to fear me this much?"
That single mumbled sentence acted like cold water on her heated mind. The fog of desire cleared slightly. Reality rushed back in.
Scarlett quickly grabbed the towel again and carefully cleaned every trace of his release from his cock, thighs, and her own hand. She wiped him thoroughly until he was clean once more, her movements now gentle and almost motherly.
After finishing, she stood up and took a deep breath to calm herself.
She walked to the closet, picked out a clean, soft t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants, and returned to the bed.
While dressing Andrew, Scarlett's expression had returned to its usual calm, but something had clearly changed behind her eyes. She gently lifted his arms and pulled the shirt over his head, then carefully slid the pants up his legs, covering his now-soft cock.
Looking at Andrew's mumbling, frightened face, Scarlett felt a pang of worry. 'What kind of nightmares is he having because of me?' She didn't want him to sleep restlessly.