You sit there, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you try not to be noticed looking at Miss Li. The classroom feels too warm, the air thick with the scent of chalk dust and her expensive perfume. She's calmly writing something behind her desk, the soft scratch of her pen against paper the only sound in the silent room.

Your eyes are drawn to her generous cleavage visible above the top buttons of her white blouse, and you linger there longer than you should. The moment stretches into eternity before she suddenly looks up, her dark eyes locking directly onto yours. You look away instantly, your face burning with embarrassment.

From the corner of your eye, you see a sadistic smile play across her lips. The sound of her chair scraping against the floor makes you jump. "Come here, boy," she says sharply, the anger evident in her voice despite its controlled tone.