Teach Me First Prologue 소설 & 이야기

--- The facility felt different today. Not in structure. In energy. People looked at me longer. Not like before—confused, uncertain. But aware. Like they were recalibrating how to see me. Teacher was already waiting. He inclined his head slightly. “Grand Protector.” The title still felt strange. Not heavy. Just unfamiliar on my skin. Aiden stood slightly behind me, as usual. Present. Quiet. Unmoving unless needed. Teacher gestured toward the central system. “Today, you will issue your first directive.”

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

"That child has been ruined by this waste of space. I sent her to the dog training facility to learn discipline. I'm saving her. This has nothing to do with you." She turned to me. "Hurry up and go clean yourself up. Stop being an eyesore here." I held Jada's corpse and stared at Serena, my face expressionless. I was born with a curse. Whatever I said always came true in inexplicable ways. Ever since I became aware of it, I stopped speaking altogether. I used to hate that this affliction fell on me. Now I only hoped my words would come true as soon as possible, so they would receive their punishment.

He said: "Start with real. Build from real." She said: "Yes." He said: "Is that in the curriculum." She said: "Section eleven. I want to move it." He said: "Where." She said: "To the beginning. Before section one. The principle that comes before all the sections." He said: "A preamble." She said: "Yes." He said: "Write it." She said: "I have." She gave him the fourth book. He read the preamble she had drafted. It said: The curriculum begins with one principle: start with real, build from real. Every section that follows is an application of this principle. Every section that Caela revises will be a revision of this principle in a specific context. The principle does not change. The applicati

"You shouldn't be so close to the fire, it's dangerous" He speaks, his tone of voice is deep and slightly hoarse. "Look" He says, pointing his forefinger behind me. I turn my gaze back and then visualize a scene that is somewhat amusing, dangerous, and also somewhat unpleasant.

The first time I had experienced someone milking my prostate, the orgasm had surprised me in its intensity. The priest continued, "Yes, my son, you will certainly require a great deal of instruction and guidance. Perhaps you will require daily sessions or more. It is good that you have sought out confession and guidance on your first day here. I believe it shows that you are prepared to submit to our holy ways of worship. Only through steady work and constant practice will you achieve a truly joyous and fulfilling existence. I'm sure you're up to the challenge, my son."

Arghhhh I should have read the epilogue first. 'Epilogue before Prologue' is the motto of people who have trust issue. Those who have trusted but were disappointed. That's why I don't want to get attached to the characters! Because are not even real yet they still do die. Now I'm starting to have trust issues. When I get the book back from the dog. I will surely read the epilogue first, I'm afraid all of those romantic dialogues would be washed down in vain! All of my expectations might crumble like a sand castle. Even though I might have learned some important things, I could never relax, and don't trust too much.

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

— Xavier "What's that, miss Nina?" She tried to keep the paper but they saw it already. "Can you read that, miss Nina? What did it say?" Soleil asked. "Why? You can't read it?" She asked too, staring at them weirdly. Soleil just stared at her as if she was a strange creature. "Old language. No one has used that in a long time since Psicadiasis has ruined, Nina." Argus informed them as he stared at the paper she was holding.

“I haven’t even taught the first class.” Victor appeared next, a vision of impeccable tailoring even at 9 AM, his navy suit sharp against the soft morning light. He extended a steaming cup of tea, the familiar warmth seeping into my hands. “You’re going to be perfect,” he said, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. “This place is more than bricks and strings—it’s your heart, poured out for everyone to see.”