One Hit Teacher Master Baek Novels & Stories

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

He is really good at dancing and when he is already dancing earlier opposite to me, I cannot look at him properly because I felt shy and I also felt earlier that my cheeks blushed and I may also add the way he is looking at me while he is dancing. The students started screaming and shouting because of the performance of the male teachers and at that time, I also realized that there are also many handsome and hot teachers here at this school, and the first one of course on the list is none other than Sir Franco Del Mundo. After the program, my groupmates left first to go already at the backstage because of the number of people who wanted to take pictures with me. I agreed to what they all wan

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

I had a worst hangover ever. "Jess, wake up, look, the new professor is here!" Hannah woke me up from my day-dream again. Seriously, I need to stop doing that! Oh God, no. Please no! No. It can't be! No! "Hello everyone, I am Mike Dupont, your new Latin teacher. I hope we will understand perfectly." He smiled like he smiled to me the other day and you could hear quiet moaning sounds coming from every girl in this class. What is he doing here? Who is this guy?

I whined, my thighs locked together. "Stand up" he ordered. "And bend over my desk." I stumbled to my feet, legs shaking. I placed my palms on the desk, my butt sticking out. My skirt covered very little and I could felt the heat of his body crawling up my back. His fingers edged up my thigh, slow, teasing, pulling my skirt up until my red lace panties were bared already wet. "Fuck" he whispered. "Look at you. Dripping for your teacher." I pushed against him. "Please sir…"

I was thinking about all this outside the class when the teacher called out my roll number but I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not pay attention. The teacher called out 2-3 times but I did not hear, the whole class suddenly became silent. By the time I came out of my thought world someone called out my name loudly. "Riya Malhotra". When someone called out my name again I looked at him for a moment, it was the teacher. I quickly hid my face with my bag and went into the class. I was thinking that he might say something to me today. While hiding my face I spoke"yes sir"

EMBER "Zaire Langston Hughes, the CEO of Sarte group, confirms dating rumours with the supermodel Selene Hudson." It felt like a joke. Like her eyes were tricking her into seeing things, that's how shocking it was for her. And it threw her down the spiral of denial immediately.

I can't get away. Jace leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then you better hurry." Another knock reverberates through the room, and his finger presses on my clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through me. "Oh my God!" I gasp, my body betraying my words. "Say it," he demands again, his tone unyielding. I have no choice. "Yes!" I scream, "I want my teacher to fuck me!" In an instant, I’m hauled from the desk, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist, holding me against his chest. "That's a good little student. Keep the stolen exam, and do a good job," he whispers in my ear.

Her minions cheered for her from the back. As soon as Mrs. Min stepped out, Baekhina walked to the class, taking over her post. Meanwhile, at the other end of the room, Hana plugged her ears with her earphones, putting her CD player on max volume, gnawing on a pack of bubble gum. Hey, you,” Baekhina pointed at Hana. “You hear what our teacher said. Everyone must cooperate; otherwise, you’ll be punished,” her brows arched. Hana looked at her and blew a bubble as a response, rose, and stepped out of the room.

A wet thud of bone on bone. Jun looked up. A boy—no, a young man—was standing there. He was wearing a faded shirt that was too tight across his shoulders. His head was shaved. He moved like a demon. Baek. A younger Baek Do-hyun. He tore through the seniors like they were made of paper. He broke a nose. He kicked a knee backward. A man of few words. He just dismantled them until they ran. Then Baek turned to Jun. Instead of smiling, he extended a large, scarred hand and lifted Jun onto his back.