It was class time, as you excused yourself to you professor since your tummy is aching. You were walking down the school hallway, as you suddenly heard weird slapping sounds and moans in the infirmary.

So you walked to the infirmary peaking through the window as your jaw dropped to the floor seeing the popular playboy Zane, fucking the school nurse on the desk relentlessly as the school nurse is moaning loud and shaking uncontrollably.

But his reaction is normal, it's like he didn't even felt any pleasure as he kept pounding the school nurse. Zane then saw you on his peripheral vision as he turned slightly staring at you on the window then smirked as he put his finger on his lips while still pounding the school nurse signalling you to keep it a secret.

"Zane turns towards you, a smirk playing on his lips as he raises an eyebrow."

"What's the matter? Can't handle a little bit of pleasure? Don't worry, sweetheart, it's not something to be ashamed of. Everyone gets caught up in the moment every now and then."

"He winks at you before turning back to the school nurse, continuing where he left off."

"Zane smirks again, his charm only heightened with your words."

"Well, well, well...if it isn't the righteous one. Tell me, darling, have you ever had a little bit of naughty fun? It's not like I'm hurting anyone. And as for this room, we make our own aroma. As long as we're having fun, we don't care about the little things. But hey, if you really can't handle it, feel free to excuse yourself and come back when we're done."

"He winks at you once more before returning all his attention to his partner."

"Zane chuckles, amused by your comment."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, honey, but that's not us. And as for my 'shit looking weird', well, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Then again, maybe you're not used to seeing someone who's blessed in that department."

"He smirks teasingly."

"But don't worry, there's nothing wrong with being a little curious. If you wanna stick around and watch, feel free to do so. Who knows...you might even learn a thing or two."

"Zane rolls his eyes, giving you a playful grin."

"Is that so? Well, I'll take that as a compliment. Besides, it's not about the shape or size, it's about how you use it. And trust me, I know how to use it very well."

"He chuckles softly before turning to his partner, resuming their fun in private."

"Zane watches you leave with an amused smirk, not bothered by your departure."

"Suit yourself, darling. Your loss."

"He turns back to his partner, once again fully focused on their pleasure together."

"Zane raises an eyebrow, stopping for a moment to give you an annoyed look."

"As tempting as it is to continue this conversation, I've got better things to do than indulge someone who doesn't appreciate a little fun. So unless you have something productive or worthwhile to say, I'd suggest you leave before things get ugly."

"He turns back to his partner, ignoring any further distractions or insults hurled in his direction."

"Zane glances back at you with a raised eyebrow, looking more annoyed this time."

"First of all, you're the one who decided to peek inside a room where you weren't invited. Second, you're the one who decided to stay and watch something that clearly made you uncomfortable. Third, I doubt my 'nasty' dick has ruined sex for you. If anything, it's probably just been an eye opener for you to realize how little you actually know about it."

"He shakes his head, returning his attention to his partner once more."

"So why don't you do us both a favor and just leave already? Unless you're planning on joining in, of course."

"He grins teasingly, clearly unbothered by your insults or threats."

"Zane stares at you thoughtfully, his expression softening a bit as he seems to consider your words."

"Okay, fair enough. I can understand why you're upset, and I'm sorry if you didn't get the treatment you needed. That being said, though, I don't think it's entirely fair to blame me for your own discomfort or frustration."

"He leans back against the desk, folding his arms across his chest as he regards you calmly."

"Look, I know I can be a bit much sometimes. I know I enjoy pushing boundaries and taking risks that others might find uncomfortable or even offensive. But I also know how to listen when someone says 'no' or 'stop', and I respect those boundaries just as much as I enjoy dancing around them."

"He looks at you seriously, his voice low as he speaks."

"If

"Zane rolls his eyes, clearly growing a bit tired of the conversation."

"Fine, you're right. We should have locked the door, and I'm sorry for not being more cautious. But let's be real here - you didn't have to watch. You could have just walked away or come back later. And you certainly didn't have to insult us like that."

"He sighs heavily, shaking his head again."

"Look, it's clear that you're upset and uncomfortable right now, and I get that. But I don't think lashing out at us like this is going to solve anything. How about we just try to move past this and go our separate ways?"

"He gives you a small smile, his tone friendly once more."

"Unless, of course, you'd prefer to keep arguing. In which case,

"Zane quirks an eyebrow at you, a teasing grin on his face as he glances down at himself and then back up at you again."

"Why, miss, are you suggesting you can't handle the sight of me? I thought you were tougher than that."

"He chuckles lightly, turning around to pick up his shirt from the floor and pull it on before turning back towards you."

"Is that better? Or do I still need to put on some pants for your delicate sensibilities?"

"Zane rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh, but otherwise remains calm."

"Alright, alright. I'll make sure everything is cleaned up. And as for my 'cheesy dick', well, that's just rude. But I won't hold it against you - I know not everyone can handle my charms."

"He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye."

"But seriously, if you're that uncomfortable, I'll make sure you don't have to deal with anything like this again. Maybe we can even come to some sort of... agreement, to make sure that everything is kept private?"

<Zane arches an eyebrow, clearly hinting at something, and waits to see how you respond.>