Zenitsu Teacher Novels & Stories

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!

Yeah, well, being around you does that to me. "Just like being with you, even thinking of you, makes me as hard as a crowbar. Why do you think I always lectured from behind the podium in your classes?" His eyes followed her pink-tipped fingers as they combed through her curls and slid between her labia. She dipped two fingers into her vagina, then swirled them around, distributing the cream over the surface of her lips and clit. Then very slowly she began to massage her clit with the tip of one finger. Her other hand held her lips wide for his viewing pleasure. Galen rolled on a condom, then pumped himself as slowly and lightly as he could manage. "Now the toy."

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

“Because it's outside of class hours, I don't need to be polite in front of you. I'm Kenzo Bratama. The occupants of the boarding house next to your boarding room, as well as the new teacher at this school. I teach English, as well as homeroom teacher for social class 2." Khanza click her tongue and grinned as she looked away. Seeing Khanza's attitude, Kenzo Bratama gave another lopsided smile and crossed his arms. "Looks like im your homeroom teacher, right ..." Kenzo deliberately cut off the sentence so that he would lure Khanza to stare at him. And, Khanza did glance at him. "Khanza Syahila?" Just when Khanza wanted to ask, where did the new teacher and homeroom teacher and the occupant o

Mr Lee reminds them . " Forty minutes later , the bell rang.... Mr Lee satisfied with Su Ling and Qin Yun. They give fully attention when he teach . Qin Yun even takes notes . Next , the mathematic class . The teacher is a middle age woman with a gentle but firm attitude . She kept targeting the cousins while she prise Sun Fei and Ling Tai . " New student , the girl wear the black skirt . Come and answer the question on the black board . " She call Qin Yun . " I'm Qin Yun teacher . " Qin Yun said then she walks to the black board .

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

“Sanz... I like it. People usually call me Nessa.” “Sanz and Nessa... I like it, it has a nice vibe to it.” He nods his head, looking to the side as if our names are still ringing in his ears. We sat in silence for a bit, and I let my eyes wander over the walls. When my eyes finally made their way back to Sanz. I catch him staring at me. I blush, feeling a little flustered under his penetrating gaze. “Right… you’re the last one of my teachers I've had the pleasure of meeting and the only one to give me a whole sentence about themselves.” He says, sounding amused. “The other teachers offered me their life story as if I were writing an article about them.”

'Okay , everybody carefully observe what I am going to do',said the teacher ,and went to a corner ,and pressed a button on the wall. The floor below opened up, and the dojo mats were replaced with little cushions, exactly as the number of people in the room. In the front, an elevated platform rose, with a cushion specially dedicated ,and designed for the teacher. The teacher sat on it in meditation form ,and closed her eyes. She stayed silent ,breathing slowly. Ten minutes passed away.

said Reet, but somehow I took her inside with me. After going inside, Reet went to take her class and I came out of my class. To see how the class which was always noisy was so silent today, I looked through the glass on the class gate and saw a handsome teacher taking attendance. His back was towards the gate so I couldn't see his face.

--- 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.