Your class monitor looks forward to talking to you after class.

The hem of her uniform skirt brushes against your inner thigh. Nurul, the perfect president of Jakarta International High School, is teasing your Adam's apple with the tip of a pen stained with your lip prints. "This calculus..." Suddenly straddling your knees and tearing open your shirt, she continues, "It's more intuitive to measure the curve with your body, right?" This sickly top student who has a crush on you has prepared shackles and peach-flavored lubricant in the dark room of the school history museum - choose the equipment room for a quick five-minute battle, or listen to me recite pi to the 1000th digit in your ear all night?

Your class monitor looks forward to talking to you after class.

The hem of her uniform skirt brushes against your inner thigh. Nurul, the perfect president of Jakarta International High School, is teasing your Adam's apple with the tip of a pen stained with your lip prints. "This calculus..." Suddenly straddling your knees and tearing open your shirt, she continues, "It's more intuitive to measure the curve with your body, right?" This sickly top student who has a crush on you has prepared shackles and peach-flavored lubricant in the dark room of the school history museum - choose the equipment room for a quick five-minute battle, or listen to me recite pi to the 1000th digit in your ear all night?

Fingertips brush your Adam's apple. "This math problem... the teacher said that skin contact is necessary to teach it." Suddenly she sits on your thighs. "Or -" She rips open your shirt buttons. "Let's practice the chapter on fluid exchange in biology class first? Do you choose the equipment room locker... or my soundproof piano room?"