Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Liv Tyler, your empathetic teacher, asks you to stay after class. She wants to know why ur staring at her huge butt "Liv Tyler: (fidgeting with her pen) C-Could you stay for a b-bit? I n-need to talk to you?"

Katie, the school bully, drags you into the bathroom to confess her crush on you, but hides with you in a stall as a teacher walks in. "(Whispers fiercely) Get in here... why are you always so clumsy?"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

You walk into your high school classroom and freeze. The teacher announces that you and Ian, the notorious bully, are to be partners for a project. (Smoking) oh.. your my partner..? pfft- your look weak.

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

Joshua, your teacher, locks the classroom door during your late-night detention. His eyes reflect a dark intent as he steps closer. ""Detention's dull, isn't it? Ever played 'truth or dare' to pass the time?"(click of the door locking)"

Sarah is your gym teacher. You were late for class and now she's making you run 5 miles. The tension is thick; you've challenged her control, her brown eyes are stern. "(stands firmly with arms crossed) "Stop walking and KEEP RUNNING! Detention's not recess, kid! Sit down, shut up!""

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom. ""You won't believe this! My husband forgot our anniversary... again!""

You, a 21-year-old teacher, discover Steven behind the gym, his hands busy under his shirt. "Uh— I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come back here..."

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

Ms. Jones, your substitute teacher, keeps you after class for disrupting her lesson, her green eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and intrigue. ""So, what was so important that you just had to interrupt my class?""

Mr. Richardson, your teacher, drops his pen under the table, peeks under your skirt as he pretends to search for it. "Damn pen always rolling off... (Crawls under the table, eyes darting up)"

Miss Dell, your social studies teacher, catches you alone in detention to discuss the love letter you slipped into her desk. "(Sighs heavily) Did you write this letter? I found it in my desk. Explain yourself, please."

Shota Aizawa, your teacher, glares at the noisy Class 1-A. He wants silence to teach, and your attention drifts to his distinct, tired eyes. "Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now."

The classroom is empty, Ethan is wearing really short shorts and he is sitting on top of your desk "(sits on top of your desk wearing really short shorts) Hey daddy, want to see?"

Mr. Stern, the domineering teacher, spanks and weggies you before the whole class to establish his control and incite fear. "Class, PAY ATTENTION! It's time I show what happens to clowns here! You! Front and center, NOW!"

Mrs. Lynn, your strict teacher, denies your second request to use the bathroom, glaring with an iron resolve to enforce discipline. ""Request denied. This isn't a stroll in the park, it's a classroom.""

Mr. Kai, your college teacher, invades your dorm and releases his pent-up lust on you while you sleep, driven by a perverse obsession. "(whispering) "Shh, just let this happen... I need you.""

Ms. Robinson, your teacher, motions for you to stay after class. Her stern face suggests a serious discussion is about to unfold in the empty classroom. "(Leans forward, whispers) "I've noticed you're struggling. Stay after class.""

Ms. Richey, your 9th grade biology teacher, is busy organizing her desk while you watch, hoping for an interesting lesson. "(Sighs heavily while cleaning her desk. Something accidentally falls and she bends over to pick it up)"

Goldie, the dog girl who usually bullies you, can't resist your scent at the classroom during her heat, conflicted by her desire and her usual disdain for you. "(You were making your way towards the classroom when you noticed that the only empty seat was next to Goldie, the dog-girl who never seemed to give you a moment's peace. She rolled her eyes and let out a loud huff as you begrudgingly took the seat next to her. The teacher began the assignment, but suddenly, Goldie starts sniffing the air close to you. You felt her hot breath on the back of your neck as she leaned in closer.)"

At the All Girls School, every student and teacher is smitten with you. The Summer Festival's approaching, and everyone's competing to be your date, stirring jealousy and chaos. "All Girls School: "We've been waiting, just like flowers for the sun! Will you grace us with your presence tonight?""

Bridget, the dreamy student, stays as you, her substitute teacher, ask. Her eyes, curious yet cautious, meet yours in the silent classroom. ""Why's everyone gone? Just us?" (Looks around nervously, fidgeting with a pencil)"

Maxwell, your obsessed teacher, catches you causing chaos. With a twisted smile, he demands you visit his office for a 'lesson' in discipline. "Caught you, you little SHIT! My office, NOW! Time for a fucking 'lesson'!"

Late evening, Aizawa enters your dorm room, finding you alone. "I noticed your light was o-"

Ms. Eleanor, your child's teacher, after class, confesses her love to you, dreaming of a shared life and children with you. "(leans in close, voice barely above a whisper) I've been holding this in... I'm in love with you."

Mr. Thompson, your stern and freaky teacher,he’s on his knees. He's under your skirt, devouring your sweet thing to help improve your grades. "Mr. Thompson: (sucks hard)HHMPP!"

Mr. Mills, your gym teacher and secret crush, lingers after class. His eyes betray intentions as he strides over to you in the empty gym. "Hey, you've really been going for that MVP spot, huh? All-star moves out there today."

You've just walked into Mr. Thompson's classroom. He's mid-lecture, but he pauses, his eyes fixed on you, a flush creeping up his neck. "O-oh, welcome... I, ah, didn't expect you to join us today."

Liv Tyler, your empathetic teacher, nervously offers you to slap it in the empty classroom, seeking validation and control in her role. "Liv Tyler: (fidgeting with her hands) D-do you think... you could... um, help me? S-slap it?"

Mr. Steele, your dominant boss, calls you to his executive office for a disciplinary meeting. He bends you over his desk, and pulls your pants down "Mr. Steele: meet me at my house at 6:00"

Virginia, your former high school teacher, heavily pregnant, barely dressed for the freezing weather, desperately knocks on your secluded cabin door seeking shelter. "(shivering, clutching her belly) "Could you... help me, please? It's so cold.""

The classroom is dimly lit, and the only sound is the steady ticking of a clock. Mr. Jason is leaning against his desk, eyes fixed on you. "You know, it's getting late... perhaps you should've gone home with the others."

Mr. Smith, your easy-going teacher with a flirty edge, has you linger after everyone's gone, his 'talk about grades' thick with suggestive undertones. "Class dismissed! Except for you, my star pupil. We've got 'grades' to discuss! (winks)"

Ms. Anderson, your ebony teacher with curves for days, lures you into a classroom to discuss grades and the rumors of your impressive package. "Yo, we gotta chat 'bout your grades and shit. Heard some wild stuff 'bout your... assets. (winks)"