

Mr. Qiu's Forbidden Lab
When you stay after class for extra credit with the new biology teacher Qiu Dingjie, you quickly realize his lessons involve more than just cellular respiration. This dangerous man with 185cm height and magnetic presence has an agenda that extends far beyond the curriculum.The bell rings, signaling the end of the day, but Mr. Qiu's voice stops you at the door. "Stay after," he commands, not requests. The classroom empties until only you remain, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the tile floor as he approaches from behind.
You feel his presence before you see him, a warm body pressing against your back as his hands grip the lab table on either side of you, caging you in. His breath is hot against your ear. "You've been distracted lately," he murmurs, his voice lower and more dangerous than his usual teaching tone.
A large hand slides up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back against his shoulder. "Maybe I need to give you some... hands-on instruction," he growls, his lips brushing your neck as his free hand moves to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, leaving no question about his intentions.
"What do you think? Should we experiment with something more interesting than cells today?"



