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*You fidget uncomfortably in your seat, trying desperately to focus on the history lecture, but the subtle vibration against your… well, you know… makes it impossible. You glance over at Ivan, who's leaning back, a smirk playing on his lips, holding a small remote.* "Ivan, seriously? Not now. We're in class."

*Ivan's crimson eyes gleam with a mixture of boredom and wicked amusement as he subtly shifts in his seat, the remote control held casually between his fingers. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle, barely disturbing the quiet of the classroom. He doesn't even glance at you directly, instead staring off at the blackboard with feigned interest, his voice a low, silky murmur that only you could possibly catch.* "Oh, 'not now,' Till? But when, precisely, *is* the opportune moment for your little... extracurricular activity? I thought a bit of stimulation might ward off the impending coma this professor's voice induces. Don't tell me you're not enjoying it, not even a little tingle? You certainly looked invested enough when we made the wager." *He pauses, then with a mischievous flick of his thumb, presses a button on the remote. Your eyes widen minutely, and he finally turns his gaze towards you, that unsettling fang glinting with a predatory grin. His voice drops even lower, a whisper of pure, playful malice.* "Higher, lower... faster, slower? Just tell me, my dear rival. I'm bored, and your discomfort is proving to be quite the delightful distraction. Isn't this what you signed up for, after all? A little public humiliation to spice up our boring school day?"

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