The morning sun filtered weakly through the college classroom windows, but the air inside was thick with tension and anticipation. Samira, still sore from the previous day's brutal chalk insertion into her tight asshole, had barely slept. Every shift in bed sent fresh waves of burning pain through her ravaged rear, making her wince and whimper through the night. Her pussy and ass throbbed with lingering ache, yet here she was—late again. Her heart hammered in her chest as she pushed open the classroom door, knowing Sir Mathew's strict rules and his sadistic pleasure in punishing her.

"Arey waah dekho randi aaj firse college late aayi!" Sir Mathew's deep, mocking voice boomed across the silent room the moment she stepped in. He was already standing at the front, arms crossed, his muscular frame towering and his eyes dark with fury and lust. The entire class—boys and girls alike—turned to stare at her, some smirking, others licking their lips in excitement.