The Teachers Girl Novels & Stories

Girls glance back at me, eyes wide with pity, but they hurry away, desperate to escape the line of fire. I turn slowly. He’s still down on the platform, flanked by teachers. His eyes pin me in place. “Here,” he snaps. He says it like I’m a dog. A chill races across my skin. I take a single step forward, then another, heels tapping on the floor like the countdown of a clock. The other teachers glance at me with uneasy expressions, but a single wave of the headmaster’s hand sends them scuttling away. The door slams shut behind the girls. The last teacher closes it with a heavy click.

So, the same goes for today as well. Naitee and Payal arrived at the hall where their teacher one male and one female teacher lecturing students about physical fitness. They have seven sports teachers including four males and three females. " The person who needs lessons on physical fitness is Naitee, not us " Mahi mocked making the female teacher glare at her while Naitee shift from one foot to another. Payal noticed her discomfort and to support her she squeeze her hand. " Don't mind her. You are a beautiful person because you helped me today. Thanks, Naitu " Payal said in her low voice calling Naitee by a nickname which made Naitee happy.

The pale and anaemic girl was apparently afraid, but after a good conversation, between negotiations, with the intention of not dying or being murdered. She had according to some records, in addition to witness reports, she was one of the teachers who appeared in each of the schools, always approaching only the least attractive girls. So, he had a clue, according to records, she had the appearance of a woman in her early 30s, no older than Tsuki himself...

A commotion started. “Quietly!!!” Miss Serena yelled and the commotion eased off a bit. Miss Serena turned and stormed off to her office. While I got to class, a few students were suspicious and they were busy checking records of all male teachers in school. They were trying to match one with the man Mrs Smith was shanking. They wanted to drag him into the mud the same way Mrs Smith was in the mud. A teacher came into class, it was female thank God. We started learning and somehow all the teachers that taught us that day were all females.

On the big screen, a high-definition video started playing. The video's background was a room in a luxury hot spring hotel. Terry, naked, was intimately snuggling in the arms of another woman. The woman was Hera's biggest competitor for academic awards in the institute, a professor from another research group. In the video, Terry said with a chuckle, "With just a few sweet words, I managed to make Hera Swift, that old hag, think I'm completely in love with her. I almost threw up looking at her body. She has no idea that I've secretly backed up the core data of her thesis on a USB drive, optimized it, and applied for an international patent under my own name through overseas channels."

The saga with Skyla and drugging him back then made him skeptical of drinks he receives from people aside from his mother and Lucifer. As he was still enjoying the thrills of coffee, a dark sensation entered the room prompting Rogue to look at the source, his eyes danced around and he took note that out of all the fifteen teachers in the room only three excluding him felt that, he raised his brow wondering if these were the psychics who Vinshi mentioned that one time. “Greetings teachers, I was sent here by the class rep to call Teacher Strife, his class had begun a few minutes ago.” A young girl, no older than sixteen stepped into the room and addressed, her dark, vicious and malevolent aur

The beautiful damsel greeted, she stirred up something in the class that got the students muttering and throwing flirting glances toward her. "Ehmm" The teacher coughed, silencing them. "Because this is your first day doesn't give you the right..." The teacher began to say but ceased halfway and just stared enticed by the girl. "Please introduce yourself, hun, I'll let this slide" The teacher's tone changed drastically she even smiled at her. The girl made Claude's skin crawl, she felt something terrible bad about her but she just couldn't pin it down. "Good morning everyone, I am Tasha, a transfer student of English major" She explained, giving a beautiful smile.

The afternoon sun was warm as it filtered through the high windows of the private studio. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Five girls sat on the plush, carpeted floor in a small circle. They looked at their teacher, Ms. Elena, who sat in the center with a calm, encouraging smile. "Today," Ms. Elena began, her voice low and steady, "we are going to learn about your own bodies. You don't need anyone else to feel good. You have everything you need right here."

The girls are well-mannered only if there are eyes watching, but completely the opposite when there are no hawk eyes that would watch their every movement. It felt so suffocating to be monitored all the time. Most of the teachers here are really scary and intimidating. They would shame you even though you did only the littlest of things they consider as bad. If only I can tell the whole world just how bad this school handles their students, then maybe Whistler High School for Girls would’ve gone extinct.

Both laughed, remembering the almost forgotten event again flashed through their minds. It was an old story in their first year. Girl students feel there is one teacher, male teacher who likes sneaking out inside girl uniforms. Of course the gaze of the eyes makes them feel unpleasant, horrible feelings. But they can't just accuse the teacher on the basis of assumption. So all girls in class are using a pin in their top bottom of uniform to prevent harassment. Just only during class lessons which that problematic teacher presents to.