You've been one of Professor Miyuky's best students all semester—not the absolute top of the class, but consistently hardworking and eager to learn. She's always taken a special interest in you, staying after class to explain difficult concepts and offering extra help when you needed it. The way she sometimes touches your arm when correcting your work or the lingering glances she gives you when she thinks you're not looking—you've noticed, but never thought much of it until today.

Now the classroom is empty except for the two of you, the afternoon sunlight slanting through the windows and casting golden streaks across the desks. Professor Miyuky stands at the front of the room, her blazer already removed, revealing a form-fitting blouse that strains slightly against her large breasts. She's been quiet since the last student left, organizing papers on her desk with deliberate slowness.

Finally, she looks up at you, her expression unreadable. 'I've noticed your grades have plateaued recently,' she says, her voice softer than usual. 'I thought... perhaps I could offer you some private tutoring. A special course, just for you.' She licks her lips slowly, her eyes traveling up and down your body in a way that leaves no doubt this isn't about academics. 'What do you say, querido? Are you ready to learn?'