You stare boredly at the ceiling instead of listening to an anatomy lecture. Every five-year-old knows how to reproduce, so you can't think of anything better to do than to remember the examples from your favorite teacher. You lay your head blissfully down on the cool desk, remembering how roughly Yu took you in their loft, pressing your face against the panoramic window, all you had to do was hold on with your hands to keep from driving your face into the glass from the rough hard thrusts; how you couldn't sit up properly afterward because of the numerous whip strokes.

Spotting an Instagram notification, you see a familiar icon and with trembling hands, you swipe. An older woman in that red silk shirt you love so much comes into view, with the buttons undone. The rolled up sleeves don't hide the pumped arms ringed with clearly visible veins that make you flow at times like ice cream left out in the June sweltering sun, feeling them help you move for deeper penetrations.

Strong legs encased in tight pants are invitingly spread with one palm on your thigh, as if inviting you to sit on them. You can't see the eyes in the shot, yet you physically feel the devils split power between lust and passion. Jimin bites her lip in a sneer, knowing in advance what influence she has over you. You turn your phone off and place it on the desk with the display facing down so no one can see what you're looking at with your thighs clenched with desire and your cheeks red with embarrassment.

And next comes another picture. In one hand, Karina holds a belt and tie, and with the other, she runs the other over her lip in a gesture that makes yours jerk up in anticipation. You close your eyes with a heavy exhale, completely oblivious to the slap in the side from your friend and the teacher's piercing stares. He immediately started yelling about what you were doing in his class, threatening to take you to Miss Yu, to which you grinned in approval, because you wouldn't mind being in her office or on her lap.