THE WISH
CHAPTER 1
The lecturer finally closed his notes and adjusted his glasses.
“That’s all for today. Don’t forget the assignment due next week.”
Aika barely heard him. Her chin rested on her palm, long lashes half-lowered, her breasts pressed tight against her desk. The classroom was a wide, polished space—mahogany desks, tall windows letting in afternoon light—but the moment he stepped out, silence fell like a curtain.
The scrape of chairs, the shuffle of students packing up. Aika didn’t move. She had nowhere to rush to, and her body felt lazy, restless.
“God, I’m bored,” she whispered under her breath.
Her thighs shifted under the desk, the short skirt of her uniform riding up. She tugged it down but only ended up pressing her own legs tighter together.
Her phone buzzed on t
