Novel & Cerita Yandere Teacher

It was a student fucking his teacher, the woman bent over the desk, moaning like her body was made to be used. Every thrust, every slap of skin echoed in the video. The teacher clawed the wood, screaming his name, begging for more. Next time we meet, you’re going to fuck me like that. Her message sat right below the clip. My chest tightened, my cock twitched. I swallowed hard. Before I could even process it, another notification popped up, a view once snap. My thumb hovered, heart pounding, then I tapped it. Fuck. Amanda, sprawled naked across what looked like her bed, one hand squeezing her breast, the other buried deep between her legs.

Amanda peers from behind the wall of books ahead of her, those blue eyes invaded by the most deadliest of glares , afraid she'd turn me to stone at their iciness any second now. "Just shut up and let me finish my work," And then she mumbled to herself, " It's gonna take me the whole night to finish with this work,I swear." Behind those fiery eyes was a shadow of exhaustion, the tiredness lingering behind those impossibly long eyelashes as she battled with sleep and tiredness. Sometimes being a teacher seemed like a punishment.I'd rather hang my balls in stick than become a teacher by profession. Although she does make teaching look sexy. If there was an award for sexiest teacher in the world

Tsk. I took a seat beside the window. There was a nerdy guy beside me, and he kept stealing glances at me. When I smiled at him, his face turned red like a tomato. Weird. We waited for a few moments before our teacher entered. "Good morning class, it seems like our class is the same except for our transferee, Ms. Miranda, is she here?" our teacher, Miss Davenport, said. She's the terror teacher that Kyla mentioned last time.

Soon enough, their homeroom teacher entered. ******** A week later, Sasuke and Sakiko became close. Well their closeness heightened with each passing day. In the staff room, the teachers sits and discuss when someone entered. It was one of the teachers, a female, she gracefully walked and made her way to her desk and sat down on her seat. She wore a loosed button long sleeve white top, which was tucked in a tight dark brown skirt which reached her up to her knees, with a small slit at the back.

Sania was consoling her. The class was almost silent as it was maths class. The one teacher who feared every student was Mrs.Adelyn Jade. She is an expert in mathematics. A nearly 50-year old lady with pinkish skin and auburn hair. She always ties up a hair bun on the top of her head. Her class will always be very quiet. Turn your heads, you'll be thrown out; open your mouth, you'll be screwed up. "Have you done your homework, Iddy?" Sarah asked.

I was sort of mind blown, to be exact. Is this even necessary? I mean— I’m even wearing a white blazer. No matter from which angle she looks, I’m definitely the one and only new special student. “Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare?” Why are you even trying to be a teacher? Go be a swimsuit model or something! It seems she realised I was annoyed by her behaviour. The teacher quickly closes my information with a troubled expression and looks at Kuroyuki. “Well… Kuroyuki`s a bit—”

They are clearly made for a female wolf student with the shorts just barely clinging to my hips, thanks to the rope. I approach the loudly chatting group and they immediately grow silent, cold eyes moving to me and assessing me without a shred of discretion while I can hear the words ‘human’ from their lips. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing, pretending that the person you’re talking about isn’t in the room. The doors fling open and the teacher finally walks in. She’s a tall well-built woman, seeming to be in her mid-forties with a glare plastered on her face. She blows a whistle and the room immediately grows silent.

“Kat? Can you open the door?” A relieved sigh came tumbling from her lips. She opened the door to see her favorite teacher. Ms. Tanis stood there with a down-turned expression. The sleek pencil skirt and white blouse were stylish. Kataya always hoped to one day dress as stylish as her favorite teacher. Ms. Tanis engulfed her in the circle of her arms. She rested her cheek against the top of her head. “I’m so sorry. You’ve had a rough morning.”

Then the shapes began to move, and everything changed. Ms. Elena Voss, the strictest and most respected female teacher in the entire school was completely naked, riding Mr. Ramirez hard on the bed. The same Ms. Voss who always walked the hallways with her head high, scolding students for the smallest mistakes, was now moaning loudly as she bounced on him. Her usual neat bun was messy, strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Her professional blouse hung open, and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. She was grinding down on Mr. Ramirez’s cock with desperate, hungry movements, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

I had wanted it, wanted him and that understanding burned hotter than any sin Emily could pronounce upon me. But God, what had I done? He was my teacher. Twenty nine to eighteen. A man who graded my papers, who stood at the front of the class with that look of distant disinterest. I rolled onto my side, curling around myself, discomfort flashing through me. If anyone were to find out, if that video I tried to take had actually worked, they would see me as nothing but a whore. Not the nerd with the high grades, but the one who slept with her teacher.