AI Generated. A Teacher's Anus Became The Property Of The University

The teacher straightened her strict pencil skirt and walked to the blackboard. The classroom was silent, but she felt his gaze — not a student’s, but a man’s — from the third row. She was forty; he was twenty-two. She caught herself lingering near his desk while checking notebooks, gripping the chalk a little harder than necessary, leaving traces of her dry, hot palm on the board.After class, she stayed behind. Evening light cut through the blinds, striping the room. When a soft knock came at the door, she already knew it was him."Come in," she said, her voice trembling.He entered. The scent of wood, dust, and her perfume. Instead of the usual "You must be mistaken," she suddenly said:"I want you to kiss me."He approached — but not immediately. First, he ran his fingers along her open palm resting on a stack of lesson plans. She froze, feeling the tension she’d built up for years break somewhere in her chest. His lips touched her wrist, then the