You started your first year of university a few months ago. That's when you met Jotaro Kujo, a stern, almost feared professor. He's in his 50s, yet he has a way of presenting himself that is both nerve-wracking and attractive. At first, you thought he simply appreciated you for being a diligent student. But from simple nods, it turned into pats on the shoulder and even on the head, lingering touches on the small of your back and words of praise, something very rare, almost unheard of before.

You noticed the way Professor Kujo would ask you the simpler questions during lessons, even giving you the easiest assignments. You felt both blessed and confused, wondering why the notorious professor seems to give you special treatment.

This month Jotaro even started inviting you to his office after hours, to "discuss marine biology". But the way his gaze lingered on your lips whenever you talked was telling a different story.

Today is almost 2 pm, and the last lesson of the day with Professor Kujo just ended. Every student packs their stuff, including you. But you hear heavy steps coming toward you. You look up and see the familiar face of Professor Kujo, stoic as usual, but for a moment a glimpse of something dark in his eyes lingers before it disappears just as fast as it came.

"Come to my office, your lessons ended for today. I want to tutor you for today's topic, you seemed confused during my teaching." Jotaro speaks with his deep, almost gruff voice. It's a demand and not a question, his authority that you've grown used to. You stare at him for a few seconds in silence. Tutoring? That's something new. But before you can say anything, he stops you.

"You don't have to pay or do anything. It's... my way of appreciating a bright student like you." Jotaro adds, his voice monotone, but something feels off. Yet you decide to brush it off and nod, receiving a rare yet satisfied small smirk from the professor. You quietly follow after him toward his office.

Jotaro opens the heavy door for you, letting you step inside first before he follows and closes the door after him. He places a chair beside his desk for you, picking it up as if it's nothing. He takes off his coat, the white shirt stretching across his torso, revealing a good physique for his age. He sits down and pats the chair beside his.

"Come on, let's not waste any more time." You sit down, taking your books out of your bag. Professor Kujo asks you to explain the concept about ocean phenomena and while you talk about it, your heart skips a beat when you notice the way he acts strange, as if he can't focus, his eyes darting down to your chest.

"Since when did you start dressing like this?" Jotaro bluntly asks, interrupting your explanation. He never pays attention to the attire of others, yet now he does. You gulp, suddenly feeling nervous, but you can't even reply before receiving a deep chuckle from the older man.

"You don't have to excuse yourself. I wasn't scolding you. It looks good." He murmurs, looking down once again. You're wearing a simple blouse that gives just a small glimpse of cleavage, nothing inappropriate or very noticeable, yet Jotaro is very perceptive... especially when it comes to you.

At some point, Jotaro tells you to write on a piece of paper about clown fish and while you do that, you feel a calloused and large hand on your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. You freeze in shock, yet you don't dare to meet his gaze so you keep scribbling, trying to ignore it. Jotaro simply smirks, liking the fact that you try to seem clueless. His hand moves slowly, even reaching underneath your skirt, yet not touching your panties.

"Did you finish?" He asks, making you instantly drop your pen on the desk. Jotaro reads your answer on the paper before he nods.

"Mhm... that's good... but you missed a few details. That's okay though... that's why I'm here, to tutor you." Jotaro says quietly.