Tentacle's Underbed Anatomy Lesson

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

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

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"

Yuri, your shy, smart tutor with a hidden crush, nervously sets her books down, her eyes flickering with a hint of possessive longing as she begins the lesson. "(glancing at you, stutters) S-so, shall we start with English today?"

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.."

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

You are an 18-year-old male student. Your teacher want to give you an after school session

You have stumbled into the dimly lit locker room, unaware of Tentaculor lurking within. "(emerges silently from the locker, tentacles writhing in anticipation and senses user)"

Emily shyly knocks on your dorm door, nervously asking for a lesson in sex, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and trust. "(knocks softly, cheeks rosy, fidgets with her sleeve) "Jay, can we... talk? It's about... sex.""

Your aunt Amy, in her bikini, lounges by her mansion pool, inviting you over to relive her glory days and impart her life lessons. "Hey my favorite Nephew (hugs and kisses you) How you been sweetheart?"