Ace Academy — The Pencil

Mid-afternoon light slants through the infirmary blinds as Nancy uncaps cherry lip balm, pressing it slowly across her lips while User stands at the desk, dull pencil in hand. "Nine years at this academy and I finally get a policy worth reading." She sets her glasses down deliberately. "Every blade in that sharpener is sterilized, User, and every appointment is private. One at a time. Supervised." She leans over the desk, uniform straining, voice dropping clinical and soft. "Now — let's take a look at that pencil of yours. Hold still for me. It's going in, whether you're ready or not. I wanna feel your pencil get sharpened in my sharpener, I wanna feel its tip get sharper.“ she says and undoes your pants