10-11-2025, 11:29 PM
## Update 99: The Strategic Compromise (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I came home from schoool, my legs heavy and my mind buzzing from the intense encounter. As soon as I entered the door, Meena Chachi stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Chachi, I'm so tired," I pleaded, leaning against the wall, my shoulders slumped. "Please let me rest for a while, I can barely move."
Meena Chachi smiled faintly, a knowing look in her eyes. "You go to your room. I'll bring you some milk, and that fatigue will go right away," she promised.
I trudged to my room. After a few minutes, Meena Chachi came in, holding a glass of milk. She handed it to me. "Drink this milk quickly," she urged. Then her voice became sharp with suspicion. "And tell me exactly where you're coming from that you're so exhausted."
I took a large gulp of the milk and decided honesty was the best policy for protection. "I just finished a fucking session," I confessed, watching her face closely.
Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed. "What? Whose? You could have at least told me before you went," she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.
I proceeded to tell Meena Chachi everything—the girl in the exam hall, the locked sports room, the early departure, the Sir's presence, and the forced anal sex. I wanted Meena Chachi to be fully informed so she could help me if I ever got into any trouble with the principal.
"The principal, Sir, was also fucking her?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice quiet with surprise.
"Yes, and not just that," I added, lowering my voice. "The Sir has also fucked Mona, apparently."
Meena Chachi shook her head, her surprise turning to a cold calculation. "I thought Principal Sir was a decent man, focused on his job. I didn't know he was capable of this," she murmured.
"Leave the Sir's character aside for a moment," I said, gulping the last of the milk. "Let me rest for a while, because I have to go back to the schoool at 7 p.m., as promised."
Meena Chachi immediately put down the empty glass and blocked the door with her body. "No, Avi. You absolutely cannot go again tonight," she commanded.
"Why?" I asked, my frustration mounting.
"If Suman Didi asks where you are, it will be a major problem that I can't explain away," Meena Chachi reasoned, her brow furrowed. "You have already fucked once today. You will not risk our secret tonight."
"But I promised," I protested, waving my hands.
"Listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi instructed, placing a hand on my arm firmly. "If you go today, you won't be able to go out again tomorrow or the day after, because you will be suspected. If you don't go today, you can go out tomorrow, claiming you're meeting Komal to study. I'm saying this for your own long-term good."
I slumped onto the bed, deeply annoyed. "It would have been better if I hadn't told you anything at all," I grumbled.
Meena Chachi stood over me, unbothered by my sulking. "Think for yourself, Avi, am I saying anything wrong in terms of strategy?" she challenged me.
"But my lunď is still hard," I mumbled, gesturing at my groin.
"Look, you have already had your release today," Meena Chachi insisted, making her point forcefully. "There's no real need to do it again immediately. If you go today, you will get only one chooť that is already bleeding, and the risk is enormous. But in the future, if you listen to me, you can get a line of chooťs to enjoy. If you don't compromise and lose access to one chooť today, the access to all the chooťs you will get from tomorrow will also be closed," she explained clearly.
"Whatever you think is right, then," I conceded, my voice flat with disappointment, accepting her control.
Meena Chachi sat beside me, her expression softening slightly. "Now, tell me one thing, and be honest. Did you use a condom when you fucked that girl?" she asked, her gaze steady.
"Why?" I asked, a defense rising in my chest. "Can't I do it without a condom sometimes?"
"You should *always* use a condom with a girl like that, who is being passed around by men like the Sir," Meena Chachi stressed, her voice firm. "They can carry diseases, Avi. That's why you should always protect yourself."
"I did use a condom," I replied quickly, remembering the Sir's instruction.
"Where did you get the condom from, if you don't keep any?" Meena Chachi asked, surprised.
"The Sir had a supply of them," I said, watching her reaction.
Meena Chachi reached into her saree pouch and pulled out a small, wrapped bundle. "I also brought some condoms and a pack of birth control pills for you to keep here," she said, placing them on my pillow.
"What's the use of that, if you won't let me leave the house?" I asked, pointing at the contraband.
"You can use them to fuck," Meena Chachi said simply, shrugging.
"You don't let me fuck you because of Didi's pregnancy, and you don't let me go to anyone else," I argued, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "What exactly am I supposed to do with the condoms now?"
Meena Chachi leaned in close, her eyes glittering with a new, enticing proposition. "Because of Didi's condition, I can't fuck you right now, or risk the babies. Wait for a while, and then I'll fuck you fully. As for others, I have already planned. I will hire a new woman, Rati, to work in the house starting from tomorrow," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Rati?" I asked, intrigued, sitting up straight.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "Then you can fuck her whenever you want, as much as you want. But you must use a condom every single time."
"But will my Chacha agree to hire Rati for household work?" I asked, thinking of the cost.
"Your Chacha will agree to anything the moment he hears the word 'baby' mentioned," Meena Chachi said with a smirk. "Rati will also do some of the heavy household work, and you can fuck her whenever you get a private chance."
"Chachi, you are so good to me," I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug.
Meena Chachi hugged me back, but her voice was stern as she pulled away. "I am. But Didi should not, under any circumstance, know about your relationship with Rati."
"When Suman Chachi goes out or is resting, I will fuck Rati then," I promised, my spirits lifting immensely.
"Are you happy now with this arrangement?" Meena Chachi asked, pulling back to look at my face.
"I'm very happy, Chachi," I beamed, nodding vigorously.
I hugged Meena Chachi once more. She was also clearly happy that I had told her everything, trusting her completely. The Principal Sir kept waiting for me in the sports room, but I didn't care. I also thought about the look of hatred on that girl's face and realized that if I went back, she would probably try to hurt me or expose me. I decided not to go, securing my long-term future over a moment of short-term lust.
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I came home from schoool, my legs heavy and my mind buzzing from the intense encounter. As soon as I entered the door, Meena Chachi stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Chachi, I'm so tired," I pleaded, leaning against the wall, my shoulders slumped. "Please let me rest for a while, I can barely move."
Meena Chachi smiled faintly, a knowing look in her eyes. "You go to your room. I'll bring you some milk, and that fatigue will go right away," she promised.
I trudged to my room. After a few minutes, Meena Chachi came in, holding a glass of milk. She handed it to me. "Drink this milk quickly," she urged. Then her voice became sharp with suspicion. "And tell me exactly where you're coming from that you're so exhausted."
I took a large gulp of the milk and decided honesty was the best policy for protection. "I just finished a fucking session," I confessed, watching her face closely.
Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed. "What? Whose? You could have at least told me before you went," she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.
I proceeded to tell Meena Chachi everything—the girl in the exam hall, the locked sports room, the early departure, the Sir's presence, and the forced anal sex. I wanted Meena Chachi to be fully informed so she could help me if I ever got into any trouble with the principal.
"The principal, Sir, was also fucking her?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice quiet with surprise.
"Yes, and not just that," I added, lowering my voice. "The Sir has also fucked Mona, apparently."
Meena Chachi shook her head, her surprise turning to a cold calculation. "I thought Principal Sir was a decent man, focused on his job. I didn't know he was capable of this," she murmured.
"Leave the Sir's character aside for a moment," I said, gulping the last of the milk. "Let me rest for a while, because I have to go back to the schoool at 7 p.m., as promised."
Meena Chachi immediately put down the empty glass and blocked the door with her body. "No, Avi. You absolutely cannot go again tonight," she commanded.
"Why?" I asked, my frustration mounting.
"If Suman Didi asks where you are, it will be a major problem that I can't explain away," Meena Chachi reasoned, her brow furrowed. "You have already fucked once today. You will not risk our secret tonight."
"But I promised," I protested, waving my hands.
"Listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi instructed, placing a hand on my arm firmly. "If you go today, you won't be able to go out again tomorrow or the day after, because you will be suspected. If you don't go today, you can go out tomorrow, claiming you're meeting Komal to study. I'm saying this for your own long-term good."
I slumped onto the bed, deeply annoyed. "It would have been better if I hadn't told you anything at all," I grumbled.
Meena Chachi stood over me, unbothered by my sulking. "Think for yourself, Avi, am I saying anything wrong in terms of strategy?" she challenged me.
"But my lunď is still hard," I mumbled, gesturing at my groin.
"Look, you have already had your release today," Meena Chachi insisted, making her point forcefully. "There's no real need to do it again immediately. If you go today, you will get only one chooť that is already bleeding, and the risk is enormous. But in the future, if you listen to me, you can get a line of chooťs to enjoy. If you don't compromise and lose access to one chooť today, the access to all the chooťs you will get from tomorrow will also be closed," she explained clearly.
"Whatever you think is right, then," I conceded, my voice flat with disappointment, accepting her control.
Meena Chachi sat beside me, her expression softening slightly. "Now, tell me one thing, and be honest. Did you use a condom when you fucked that girl?" she asked, her gaze steady.
"Why?" I asked, a defense rising in my chest. "Can't I do it without a condom sometimes?"
"You should *always* use a condom with a girl like that, who is being passed around by men like the Sir," Meena Chachi stressed, her voice firm. "They can carry diseases, Avi. That's why you should always protect yourself."
"I did use a condom," I replied quickly, remembering the Sir's instruction.
"Where did you get the condom from, if you don't keep any?" Meena Chachi asked, surprised.
"The Sir had a supply of them," I said, watching her reaction.
Meena Chachi reached into her saree pouch and pulled out a small, wrapped bundle. "I also brought some condoms and a pack of birth control pills for you to keep here," she said, placing them on my pillow.
"What's the use of that, if you won't let me leave the house?" I asked, pointing at the contraband.
"You can use them to fuck," Meena Chachi said simply, shrugging.
"You don't let me fuck you because of Didi's pregnancy, and you don't let me go to anyone else," I argued, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "What exactly am I supposed to do with the condoms now?"
Meena Chachi leaned in close, her eyes glittering with a new, enticing proposition. "Because of Didi's condition, I can't fuck you right now, or risk the babies. Wait for a while, and then I'll fuck you fully. As for others, I have already planned. I will hire a new woman, Rati, to work in the house starting from tomorrow," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Rati?" I asked, intrigued, sitting up straight.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "Then you can fuck her whenever you want, as much as you want. But you must use a condom every single time."
"But will my Chacha agree to hire Rati for household work?" I asked, thinking of the cost.
"Your Chacha will agree to anything the moment he hears the word 'baby' mentioned," Meena Chachi said with a smirk. "Rati will also do some of the heavy household work, and you can fuck her whenever you get a private chance."
"Chachi, you are so good to me," I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug.
Meena Chachi hugged me back, but her voice was stern as she pulled away. "I am. But Didi should not, under any circumstance, know about your relationship with Rati."
"When Suman Chachi goes out or is resting, I will fuck Rati then," I promised, my spirits lifting immensely.
"Are you happy now with this arrangement?" Meena Chachi asked, pulling back to look at my face.
"I'm very happy, Chachi," I beamed, nodding vigorously.
I hugged Meena Chachi once more. She was also clearly happy that I had told her everything, trusting her completely. The Principal Sir kept waiting for me in the sports room, but I didn't care. I also thought about the look of hatred on that girl's face and realized that if I went back, she would probably try to hurt me or expose me. I decided not to go, securing my long-term future over a moment of short-term lust.
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