Mia had barely kicked off her shoes when she was already dialing the ndline.

  “Mami?” she said breathlessly into the receiver.

  “Mm?” came Maria’s distracted voice on the other end, likely elbow-deep in fabric and chai.

  “I’m heading to Tech. Tutoring and dance stuff. Don’t wait for me for dinner!”

  Before her mom could respond, Mia hung up, practically flying into her room. Her heart was hammering. Her mind was already three steps ahead.

  She peeled out of her school clothes and opened her top drawer. Today needed something… calcuted. Something soft enough to say I’m innocent, but sharp enough to make Bharath forget how to form sentences.

  She found the perfect thing.

  A thin, baby-pink stretch top - cotton, clingy, and just cropped enough to threaten - especially with no bra. She could imagine what Bharath’s face would be like when she unzipped her hoodie to show him her barely covered breasts. She giggled imagining what he would be thinking as he tried to tutor her while trying to be honorable. Teasing him was so much fun. Sarah had promised that she would join in as well. She yered a zip-up hoodie over it and tossed on her backpack, pulling the zipper up high like armor for the bus ride. No one but her man was allowed to see her goodies from now on.

  But she knew exactly what was underneath.

  Let him sweat, she thought with a grin. Let him stammer.

  She was going to get what she came for - a tutoring session… and progress.

  By the time she arrived at Georgia Tech’s library steps, Sarah was already waiting - leaning casually against the wall, flipping through a folder, all confident curves and elegance in bck scks and a tucked-in shirt that fit like it was tailored for her. Several undergrads walked past pretending not to stare.

  Mia waved, breathless. “Sorry! Got here as fast as I could.”

  Sarah smiled and said, “You’re just in time. He should be-”

  “Hey!” someone called across the courtyard.

  There he was.

  Bharath, slightly flushed from the walk, ptop bag slung across his shoulder, hair a little too perfectly messy from whatever chaos he’d survived that morning. A few students turned as he passed. The usual whispers. A girl elbowed her friend and whispered, “Is that him?”

  Sarah smirked.

  Mia pretended not to notice the murmurs, but her smile grew.

  They found a quiet study room in the side hall - tucked away enough for focus, but gss-walled enough to not break any rules. The table was wide and clean, the whiteboard bnk, and Bharath had his notes already pulled up.

  “We’ll start with AP Physics,” Bharath said, his voice a little too tight as he adjusted in his chair. After their quiet success with calculus st time, he hoped for the same today. But the second he saw the pink fabric peeking from her hoodie… he knew hope was a fool’s errand.

  However, after the first thirty minutes he forgot about it. Mia was sharp. Wickedly so. She twirled her pencil between her fingers like a wand, lips pursed in focus. Sarah chimed in occasionally to help with a diagram-but her tone was syrup-sweet, teasing just enough to keep Bharath guessing.

  Until-

  Zzzzip.

  Mia unzipped her jacket with deliberate slowness, exposing a baby-pink crop top so tight it looked painted on. The neckline dipped scandalously low, offering the kind of view that had no right existing in a physics review.

  Her pencil rolled off the desk. She bent forward slowly to pick it up, her chest pressing against the edge of the table, the pink fabric stretching dangerously.

  Bharath’s eyes snapped shut. Don’t look. He wasn’t supposed to notice. But God, his body had other pns. His brain stalled like a broken computer.

  Across from him, Sarah let out a low chuckle. Like a wolf humoring a baby fox. “Need help with that diagram, Mia?” she purred.

  Mia didn’t look up. “I could use some… hands-on support.”

  Sarah stood and walked behind her, reaching around Mia’s waist to guide her wrist. But the contact was unmistakably low. Purposeful. Her fingers brushed the edge of Mia’s ribs, then lingered beneath her chest-close enough that Mia shivered.

  Bharath’s jaw flexed.

  Sarah leaned in, lips close to Mia’s ear. “You’re very tactile. I love that in a… student.”

  Mia tilted her head, letting her hair graze Sarah’s cheek. “And I love a teacher who’s not afraid to… correct my form.”

  Bharath’s pen trembled in his fingers.

  Mia shifted in her seat, one leg sliding over the other, her knee brushing against the table. Her neckline dipped further, the soft pink fabric clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Every motion was poetry. Pornographic poetry.

  Sarah rested her hand lightly on Mia’s shoulder. Then - slowly - let it drift down, tugging Mia’s strap back into pce with maddening tenderness. Her thumb traced the curve of Mia’s colrbone.

  Bharath swallowed so hard it sounded like a gulp.

  Focus. Physics.

  He turned back to the board. Wrote down a formu.

  F = ma.

  Force equals mass times acceleration.

  F was his rising tension. A was the velocity of Mia’s movements. And M? Mia. Obviously. Making his life miserable in the most erotic way possible.

  He stayed seated. His pants were under duress.

  Sarah floated back to her seat beside him like nothing had happened. “Do you think she’s ready for calculus?” she asked, eyes wide with mock innocence.

  Mia sat down too, resting her elbow on the table and giving Bharath a look that could melt tungsten. “I think I’m ready for… harder problems.”

  Bharath coughed. “Right. One more question then.”

  Sarah reached across Mia’s p for a highlighter-but instead of grabbing it quickly, she let her arm graze Mia’s thighs. A whisper of skin on skin. She took her time pulling away, fingers brushing Mia’s inner thigh as she did.

  Mia’s breath hitched. She shifted again. Her knee bumped Bharath’s.

  SNAP

  His pencil cracked in half.

  “Everything okay?” Mia asked sweetly.

  “Fine,” Bharath said. Voice tight. “Completely fine.”

  He scribbled another equation, determined to keep his dignity intact. But Sarah leaned forward and began “expining” it to Mia, her voice low, sultry, suggestive.

  “This part’s about vectors,” she whispered. “Direction matters. It’s not just about how hard… but where you apply the force.”

  Mia bit her lip. “Oh. So it’s like… certain angles hit better?”

  “Exactly,” Sarah murmured against her ear. “Some angles feel so good… you can’t help but moan.”

  Bharath made a noise halfway between a gasp and a plea. His grip tightened around his pen. They were doing it on purpose. Not just to tempt him - but to make him complicit in the temptation.

  Mia turned toward him with mock innocence. “What’s the best angle for maximum tension?”

  “Tension force,” he squeaked. “You mean… tension force.”

  Sarah smirked. “He’s definitely got experience with… high-tension situations.”

  What am I doing?

  They were toying with him - Mia and Sarah, two beautiful masterminds of temptation - and he was just sitting there, flustered and flinching like a virgin in a lingerie store.

  But it wasn’t just the pink top.

  It was the way Mia looked at him like he already belonged to her.

  And the worst part?

  A small, traitorous part of him wanted to give in.

  Mia sat up straighter, arching her back just enough to draw attention to her chest. Her nipples were outlined in all their glory under the thin cotton. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d made sure of that.

  Sarah leaned over. “Maybe you should help her rex, tutor man. She’s under a lot of stress.”

  Bharath muttered a Tamil curse under his breath and tried to breathe through his nose.

  “Let’s… move on to circur motion,” he managed.

  Mia smiled. “Like orbiting? That makes sense. I’ve been orbiting around you all day.”

  Sarah grinned. “Don’t feel bad. He has his own gravity.”

  Bharath stared at the whiteboard. “You two are going to get me killed.”

  Sarah leaned back and whispered causing his skin to erupt in goosebumps, “We’re just two good girls trying to learn.”

  “Really hard. With the best tutor on campus,” Mia added, her voice dropping suggestively. “And I could really use some… wood to lean on.”

  Sarah lost it. She choked on ughter, nearly knocking over her water.

  Mia stretched like a cat, letting her shirt ride up her stomach, then settled back down, arching her spine as she whispered, “Maybe we should study tension with something real. Like a… rope. Or a belt.”

  Sarah’s eyes sparkled. “Only if he ties us down and makes us recite Newton’s Laws while he teaches us about… impact.”

  Bharath stood up suddenly, back hunched, hands in front of him obviously hiding his erection. “I need water.”

  As the door closed behind him, both girls burst out ughing. Mia turned to Sarah, wide-eyed. “Do you think he’s going to combust?”

  Sarah licked her lips. “If he doesn’t explode tonight, I will. Thanks in advance by the way. He’s going to be insane with us tonight.”

  Mia fanned herself. “This should be illegal. Physics should not be this horny.”

  Sarah ughed. “We’re going to hell. Sexy, sweaty, sin-covered hell.”

  “I’m fine with that. As long as we go down together.”

  They giggled.

  Mia whispered, “Did you see his face when I bent over? I think his soul tried to crawl out.”

  Sarah colpsed against the table, giggling. “Girl, I thought his eyelids were about to file a harassment compint against his eyeballs. He was blinking so hard I thought he was sending Morse code for help.”

  Mia cackled. “And when I asked about circur motion? He looked like a virgin seeing boobs for the first time.”

  Sarah snorted. “I swear, if he clutched his pearls any harder, he’d need wrist surgery. And don’t even get me started on the pencil snap-the pencil snap, Mia! That was the most dramatic moment I’ve ever seen in real life.”

  Mia wiped a tear away. “I thought the pencil was going to sue for emotional damage. Like, ‘Your Honor, he snapped me because her nipples made Newton turn in his grave.’”

  Sarah ughed so hard she nearly slid off her chair. “We’re monsters. Sexy, nurturing, emotionally intelligent monsters-but monsters.”

  Mia leaned in conspiratorially. “Do you think he’s hiding near the fountain somewhere? Crying and whispering ‘tension force’ to himself?”

  Sarah gasped, clutching her chest. “He’s probably negotiating with God. Rama, please give me strength - or at least a bag of ice and pants made of armor.’”

  They both dissolved into ughter again, barely able to breathe.

  Mia wheezed, “You think he’s mad at us?”

  Sarah grinned. “He’s not mad. He’s just… undergoing a system reboot. Poor thing’s trying to run on lust and honor at the same time.”

  Mia pouted dramatically. “I hope I didn’t short-circuit his brain. I like his brain. I just want to make it sweaty and malfunction sometimes.”

  Sarah reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie. He’s going to combust, and then we’ll collect the gooey remains and tell him we love him.”

  Then Sarah tilted her head, serious for a moment. “Would you… actually do it? With me?”

  Mia didn’t hesitate. “If he asked? I’d lick every inch of you.”

  Sarah’s breath caught. “And I’d taste you with him watching.”

  Mia’s eyes darkened. “Not just watching. Guiding. Telling us what to do.”

  Sarah bit her lip. “He wouldn’t st ten seconds.”

  Mia whispered, “He wouldn’t need to. From what I saw that night he can keep going all night! How does he do it?”

  They heard the door click again.

  Instantly, they snapped back into “study” mode-Mia twirling her pen, Sarah crossing her legs demurely.

  Bharath walked in, cheeks red, water in hand.

  “Everything alright?” Mia asked, her eyes wide, shes fluttering.

  “So hydrated,” he croaked.

  Sarah leaned toward the board. “We were just reviewing… pendulums.”

  Bharath sighed. “Of course you were.”

  Mia stood slowly and walked to the board, hips swaying. She picked up the marker and turned back, her top slipping again as she bent over.

  “Is this a good swing?” she asked, drawing a curved arc that looked suspiciously like a pair of breasts.

  Bharath covered his face with his hand.

  Sarah leaned toward him, whispering, “We’d make such good b partners. You’d never be bored.”

  Bharath didn’t answer. He was too busy praying for strength.

  Mia grinned over her shoulder. “Are you ready for the next problem?”

  “I’m ready for the rapture,” he muttered.

  And the girls just smiled. Because they knew exactly what they were doing.

  And they weren’t done yet.