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WARNING ⚠️: 90% EXPLICIT AND MATURE CONTENT AHEAD 🔞🔞🔞 |Do you dare to read a forbidden love and obsession story between a teacher and her student? Then you're in the right place… 😏| |It starts sweet until it gets filthy and hot all around! 🥵🫦| *** Mrs. Lyla Atelo had just gotten her acceptance letter as a teacher for the most prestigious high school in the country. Her excitement knows no bounds as she rushes to her best friend's house to break the news. To her shock, the door is opened by her half-naked husband, whom she hasn't seen for six years. She feels betrayed as she reads the room and flees in tears. A drunk night in the club, and she lets herself go for the first time in her life. The night gets more heated until she is bent over the hood of her car and f**ked to orgasm (something she didn't know could happen to her). When she returns home, her husband is waiting with proof that he never cheated on her, and Lyla is heavily crushed by her betrayal to her husband. Not only that, to her horror, the man who bent her over is none other than her student… and he asserts that he wants her. Sage Dominic is a nineteen-year-old senior in his finals, dangerously handsome and almost always detached from his immediate surroundings, without a care in the world for his studies until he meets Mrs. Lyla Atelo. He is drawn to her innocence, not caring that she is married. He wants her, and he always gets whatever he wants. Her resistance fuels his desires and obsession, and he knows it is only a matter of time before she will be entirely submissive to him.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

When I started college, my new roommate secretly used my phone to take a selfie. She sent it to the guy I was in an online relationship with and added the caption: [Baby, do you think I'm beautiful?] My boyfriend replied with a giant question mark, followed by a voice message full of curses. "Just thinking about dating someone with that face makes me want to puke!" "Let's break up, you ugly freak. Stay far away from me!" By the time I got out of the shower and tried to explain, I realized he had already blocked me. My roommate, holding her own phone, smugly told me, "The streamer I've had my eye on just added me. He says he wants to start an online relationship." When I looked at the account, I saw it was none other than my ex-boyfriend.

Military training had barely started when my boyfriend, Marcus Sterling, succumbed to temptation with the beautiful drill sergeant, Captain Jessica Monroe. Within a week of the new semester, he and the gorgeous Captain Monroe crossed a line. On a 104-degree day, I was punished with 300 push-ups for being two minutes late. Meanwhile, Marcus pinned Captain Monroe down in front of everyone while they cheered him on. When she injured my stomach, which already had an old stab wound, he shielded her eyes and whispered with dark intimacy, "Don't lose focus. She's fine." That same night, alone in my rental apartment, I found a torn condom wrapper under my pillow. After military training ended, I hid beneath the trees and called my father. "Dad, I changed my mind. I want to study abroad."

My sister and I are twins, but my mom never liked me. Once I secured admission to a prestigious university, my mom insisted that I work to finance my sister's college education. However, my sister decided to abandon her college studies during her second year, driven by the desire to marry a man a decade older than her. Things took a dark turn when her boyfriend was involved in a hit-and-run accident. My sister drained my medical treatment funds to keep him out of jail, even if it meant jeopardizing my own well-being. I didn't survive. I woke up again and had a second chance at life on the day when the admission results came out. My sister was crying and pleading, "Sister, can you let me go to college this time?" In this life, I won't give in to her demands.

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

J'avais promis d'accompagner mon ami d'enfance, victime de harcèlement scolaire, pour son changement de lycée, mais la veille de la signature du formulaire, il avait renoncé. Son meilleur ami l'a taquiné : « Pas mal, toi. Faire semblant d'être harcelé pendant si longtemps, juste pour éloigner Rose Moreau. » « Mais c'est ton amie d'enfance ! Tu es vraiment prêt à la laisser partir seule dans un lycée inconnu ? » Lucas Richard a répondu d'un ton indifférent : « Ce n'est qu'un autre lycée dans la même ville, ce n'est pas loin. » « Elle me colle toute la journée, j'en ai marre. C'est parfait comme ça. » Ce jour-là, je suis restée debout devant la porte très longtemps, avant de finalement me décider à partir. Cependant, sur ma demande de transfert, j'ai changé le Lycée n°3 de Paris pour le lycée à l'étranger que mes parents souhaitaient pour moi. Tout le monde a oublié que, depuis le début, entre lui et moi, il y avait un fossé aussi grand que celui entre les nuages et la boue.

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

On the day Andrew Zelenski confesses his feelings to the pretty transfer student, everyone thinks I'll break down. They expect me to come running while crying and trying to stop him. I don't show up even after he confesses, though. Andrew has no idea that while he's busy confessing, I'm wearing his roommate's hoodie and sitting on his roommate's bed. I look at his roommate innocently and ask, "How are we going to sleep tonight now that I've wet your bed?" Spencer Lithgow looks away from me as his Adam's apple bobs. He throws a towel at me. "Go dry your hair. You can sleep once I've changed the sheets."

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. I unexpectedly saved a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all. I leveraged the favor to make him help me through my heat as an incubus. But just as I was clinging to him again, scrolling comments appeared before my eyes — and I discovered I was the villainess in a novel. The male lead secretly despised me. The real heroine was about to appear. And once he recovered his memories, I'd be tossed aside. So I decided to divorce him. But my serpent husband didn't seem to agree with that plan.