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My knuckles turn white as my grip tightens on my backpack strap. Tachibana Sensei’s eyes take me in, roving up and down my body, lingering on my crotch where despite my concentration I can’t stop the growing bulge.“At least now I have some idea of your interest.” She hums to herself, pleased, and props an elbow in her hand as she runs a dainty finger over the side of her face. She slips her pinky between her lips and gently tugs her lower lip down at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes burn with desire as lava courses through my veins.She doesn’t look much older than me, but knowing she’s a professor adds ten years in my mind. Still well within my range. Her breasts spill over her pale forearm and even sitting down, her wasp waist remains. Her proportions don’t seem physically possible, but unless she has the world’s best body contouring underclothes, which I know she isn’t wearing, she has the body most women, and men, want.The hall quiets as students escape into the cold, leaving Çankaya Escort the entire building empty for another half hour. A few professors amble down the stairwell, but no one is interested in our classroom at the moment. Except perhaps Tachibana Sensei.“Did you need something? . . Sensei?” I load her title with meaning, letting her pick what she wants to hear. I try not to think about what I’ve seen online, even with all her explicit suggestions.Her eyes linger on my package a moment longer before she looks up at me, not quite remembering the question, judging from her slightly furrowed brow. “Yes,” she says airily as she looks to me, though they remain distant, as if she’s seeing something that isn’t there.She sighs as a blush warms her cheeks. Blinking rapidly, she drops her gaze and clears her throat. “I’m concerned about how you will do in my class. You didn’t seem fully engaged and seemed separate from your peers. Keçiören Escort Are you feeling alright? I know you hit your head.” At this last mention, she smirked briefly.“Sumimasen, Sensei.” I bow both respectfully and a tad mocking, though I’m able to suppress my grin. “I didn’t intend to raise any concern. I will be more aware of my behavior in class.”Sensei eyes me closely with a slight pout. “If there is anything I can do to help you or to make my class more enjoyable, please tell me.”I saw that look, Sensei. “Please, don’t worry about me. I am well and I did enjoy your class.” I know what you meant, but you look at me like something to devour. I won’t be your plaything, if that’s what you are thinking.“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow and immediately I know my mistake. “I wouldn’t have guessed. What did you enjoy about my. . . class?” She drops her high-heeled foot and places her hands on her knees held slightly Etimesgut Escort apart, enough that I think I can see lace, but narrow enough that it could just be a shadow and my mind filling it in with what I know to be there.I glance up from her skirt shadow and feel sweat bead at my hairline. I give her a quick compliment on the actual lesson, showing that I did pay attention. She sniffs and eyes my lingering bulge before giving me a questioning look. “Is that all?”Before I can respond, she pulls the pin out of her bun and lets her silky, dark hair fall over her shoulders. She shakes out her mane and eyes me seductively as she then pulls it into a tight ponytail, the end of which reaches her waist. “Come here.”I stiffen, just my back, and frown. “Why?”“Is there something you’re not telling me?” All the heat from her eyes has disappeared and only cold calculation remains.“No.” I’m actually confused at this point.She points at the floor in front of her with a glossy nail I only now realize is rather long and sharp. “Now.”Reluctant, I shuffle forward and stand a pace from her. She glares at me and inclines her head with her finger still pointing at the spot right before her toes, expectant. I take a hesitant step forward as she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and watching me impassively.

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