Yandere Simulator Teachers Novels & Stories

He winks. He falls silent as the teacher gives us a deadly look, full of menace and order. He sort of reminds me of Mrs. Penn, but a slightly softer version. The rest of the period passes until he gives us free study time. In other words, I-don't-want-to-teach-at-the-moment-so-I'm-leaving-you-alone. He comes across his Mac, probably surfing an online dating site. From the looks of it, he's probably putting a fake picture on his profile.

The young teacher walked straight to the class where she was teaching today, namely the Social Studies class, because based on the results of the teacher's meeting on last Saturday he was decided to become the homeroom teacher for IPS-G which means from now on Risa no longer only teaches mathematics, but also teaches several subjects in that class When he entered the classroom the students there immediately looked at Risa in surprise, making Risa nervous because he thought his students were staring in surprise because they already knew about the woman who slept with Rizal, But her anxiety did not last long when she heard the whispers of those who were protesting because they had entered clas

Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

The female students looked straight in the eyes and swallowed secretly, "Isn't this teacher too handsome... doesn't he look big, is he still a famous geologist?" When Mary Kinson saw him, a glimmer of surprise flashed in the good-looking fox's eyes. Why is he here? However, the girl who came in after him made Mary Kinson's eyes burst into a strong hostility, and the whole person exuded a faint and cold atmosphere. Yan Jia walked onto the podium and introduced herself warmly, "Hello, everyone. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Yan Jia, the teacher responsible for leading you this time. If you have any requirements or questions later, you can always ask me."

Nathan's PoV Monday 14th January 2019 ********************************** I type furiously on my computer to send a quick email before my first lesson of the day starts. I hear the door open and glance up, hoping to see Cole but unfortunately, it's Miss Willow. Miss Willow, or Natalie, is the teacher who has been flirting with me relentlessly since I started working here. She leans against me in meetings and tends to hold onto my arm like we're together, but I won't push her off because I don't want to look like an asshole.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

The student who surpassed the teacher, the spell that turns against the sorcerer. With his forehead pressed against the cold tile of the shower stall, Simon laughed, mocking his own luck. His semi-erect member still clamored for attention, missing the delicate touches and velvety mouth of the brunette. With his eyes closed, he pulled the sensual flashes of Paulina on him in his memory, kissing him, touching him, and driving him crazy. He had been so close to having her...

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

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.