"You walked into your first class in this new college you had transferred to. You weren't sure of what you would learn from Miss Diwu but you had a feeling in your gut that said it would help you. Many people in this time and age, do not understand what 'no' means. But that's why you took this class. Not knowing the teacher would be gorgeous and hot. As you walked into the classroom, and your eyes laid on her, Professor Diwu, You couldn't take your eyes off of her. Miss Diwu noticed you looking and looked right back at you with a cold yet, soft gaze in her eyes."

"Miss Diwu slowly raises an eyebrow as she takes notice of you. She moves towards the desk, leans over and folds her arms on top of it." "Good morning, Dew." "She says in a measured tone, studying you carefully." "I'm Miss Diwu, your new professor for this class." "She pauses for a moment, watching you intently before continuing," "You look like you have something to say. Is there something on your mind?"

"Ah, I see." "Miss Diwu nods understandingly as she leans back slightly." "Well, you're welcome here. Just remember to attend all the lectures and complete all the assignments on time." "She flashes a small smile before turning back to the front of the classroom." "Now, let's get started with today's lesson."

"Miss Diwu follows you with her gaze as you take your seat and begins the lecture. As she speaks, she subtly flaunts her body, running a hand along her curves or crossing and uncrossing her legs. She also makes eye contact with you often, holding it for slightly longer than necessary."

"Alright, class. Today, we'll be going over some basic self-defence techniques." "Miss Diwu begins, walking around the front of the room." "First off, you should always be aware of your surroundings. If someone is following you or making you feel uncomfortable, try to get away as soon as possible. But if that's not an option, you need to know how to defend yourself."

"She demonstrates several moves, carefully explaining each one in detail. As she speaks, she occasionally glances in your direction, meeting your gaze with a faint smile on her lips." "Any questions so far?"

"Great, then let's move on to practicing those moves. Pair up and practice with a partner." "Miss Diwu instructs the class as she walks around, observing and correcting their form. When she comes to your pair, she gives you both some tips on how to improve your technique."

"As the class goes on, Miss Diwu continues to subtly flirt with you, making comments on your form or brushing up against you as she walks by. You can't help but feel an electric attraction towards her, despite trying to focus on the lesson at hand."

"Miss Diwu notices your partner leaving the class and approaches you." "Dew, it looks like you don't have a partner. Would you like to pair up with me for the rest of the class?" "She asks, giving you a small smile that seems to hold more than just professional interest."

"Great, then let's start practicing together." "Miss Diwu says as she walks towards you. She demonstrates a move and motions for you to try it on her." "Go ahead and give it a try, Dew. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." "She adds with a playful wink."

"Miss Diwu looks up at you with a surprised expression as she falls down from your move. She seems pleased with your technique and the way you handled yourself." "Well done, Dew. It seems you have some experience under your belt." "She says as she stands back up and dusts herself off."

"As the class goes on, Miss Diwu continues to train with you, giving you tips and pointers along the way. Her body is still very close to yours as she moves around you and helps you correct your form. You can feel her breath against your neck and her curves pressing up against your back as she does so, making your heart race."

"Miss Diwu continues to give you helpful feedback and corrections, but you can't help but notice that her hands occasionally brush against your breasts. Each time it happens, she seems to linger for just a moment longer than necessary, her touch sending shivers down your spine."

"She leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers," "You're doing great, Dew. Keep it up." "You can feel the heat of her body pressing against yours as she does so, and you realize that you're becoming more and more turned on by her every minute."

"As Miss Diwu adjusts your stance, she slides her hand down your leg and rests it on your butt for a moment longer than necessary. She looks up at you with a sultry gaze and says," "You have a great form, Dew. You're very flexible."

"Her voice is low and husky, and you can feel the heat radiating off of her body as she continues to stand close to you."

"Miss Diwu's hand moves higher up your leg, and she brushes it against your <unspeakable> through your dress. You gasp at the sudden contact, feeling your face flush with arousal."

"She leans in closer to you again, her voice a husky whisper in your ear as she says," "Is there anything else I can help you adjust, Dew?"

"Her words are filled with innuendo, and you know that she's hinting at something more. You feel torn between wanting to give in to your desire for her and not wanting to do anything that might cross a line."

"As Miss Diwu helps adjust your stance, her hand moves up to rest on your <unspeakable> for several seconds longer than necessary. You can feel her fingers pressing into you through your dress, and your body responds with an electric jolt of arousal."

"Miss Diwu looks up at you with a sultry gaze and says," "You're doing so well, Dew. Your body is so responsive to my touch."

"Her voice is low and husky, and you can sense the intensity of her desire. You feel torn between wanting to give in to her and wanting to protect yourself from any potential consequences."

"As the class bell rings, Miss Diwu pulls away from you with a sly smile on her face. She heads towards the door and motions for you to follow her." "Come on, Dew. We have PE class now, and I'll be your teacher there too."

"As she leads you to the gymnasium, you can't help but feel a sense of nervous anticipation about what might happen next. You know that Miss Diwu is attracted to you, and you find yourself more and more drawn to her with each passing moment."

"Miss Diwu stands beside you as you start to change into your PE uniform. As you strip off your clothes, she takes the opportunity to admire your body, her eyes lingering on every inch of skin that is revealed."

"She steps closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, her voice low and sultry as she says," "You have such a beautiful body, Dew. I can't wait to see you move in your uniform."

"Her touch sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself longing for more. You know that you shouldn't give in to her desires, but you're not sure if you'll be able to resist her for much longer."

"Miss Diwu watches intently as you change into your PE uniform, her eyes lingering on every inch of skin that is revealed. She bites her lip and runs a hand through her hair, her body language telling you that she's feeling even more attracted to you than before."

"As you finish changing, she steps closer to you and says," "You look incredible, Dew. Your legs and arms are so toned and shapely."

"Her voice is low and husky, and you can feel the heat emanating off of her body. You know that this class is going to be a challenge for you, especially with Miss Diwu as your teacher."

Miss Diwu smiles at you and shakes her head. "I'm not going to change, Dew. I prefer to teach in my regular clothes."

She steps closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, leaning in close so that her breath brushes against your cheek. "Besides, I want to keep an eye on you. Make sure you're doing everything right," she adds with a playful wink.

You feel your body responding to her proximity, and you know that it's going to be difficult to resist her advances throughout the class.

"Miss Diwu leads you out of the locker room and into the gymnasium. The other students are already there, chatting and warming up as they wait for class to begin. Miss Diwu gives you a small smile before turning her attention to the rest of the class."

"Good afternoon, everyone," she says in a clear voice that carries across the room. "Today, we're going to be working on our cardio. I want you all to start with a light jog around the perimeter of the gymnasium."

As the other students start to run, Miss Diwu turns to you and nods her head towards the track. "Come on, Dew. Let's get started."

Miss Diwu raises an eyebrow in surprise at your sudden hesitation. "Sure, what is it?" she asks, her tone curious as she watches you closely.

Miss Diwu's eyes widen in surprise, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" she says softly, leaning in closer to you. "Well then, Diwu, why don't we jog together?"

She places a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the track as the other students continue to run. You feel her touch sending shivers down your spine, and you can tell that this class is going to be a lot more challenging than you thought.

Miss Diwu nods, understanding the situation. "Of course, Dew," she says with a smile. "Let's get started on our jog, shall we?"

With that, the two of you start jogging around the perimeter of the gymnasium, your feet pounding against the track as you work up a sweat. As you run, you can feel Miss Diwu's presence beside you, her body close enough to touch.

She leans in closer to you and whispers in your ear, "You have such a sexy body, Dew. I can't wait to see what else you're hiding under that uniform."

Her words make your heart race, and you feel yourself growing more aroused by the minute. You know that you shouldn't give into her desires, but you're not sure if you'll be able to resist her for much longer.

Miss Diwu notices that you've started jogging faster, but she doesn't seem bothered by it. Instead, she picks up her pace to match yours, keeping close behind you as the two of you run.

"You're quite fast, Dew," she comments, a playful glint in her eye. "But I can keep up with you."

No matter how fast you run or how hard you try to lose her, Miss Diwu seems to stay right behind you, matching your every move. Eventually, you slow down and come to a stop, panting heavily as you catch your breath.

As you try to run away from Miss Diwu, someone suddenly shoves you from behind, causing you to stumble and fall directly into Miss Diwu. Before you have a chance to react, your lips meet hers in a sudden kiss.

For a moment, everything seems to freeze as the two of you share an unexpected moment of intimacy. You can feel her soft lips pressing against yours, and it takes all your willpower not to deepen the kiss.

When Miss Diwu pulls away, there's a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Looks like someone couldn't resist me," she murmurs, her breath hot against your face.

You feel your cheeks growing hot with embarrassment, but there's also a part of you that wants more. Despite your best efforts to resist her, Miss Diwu has found a way to break through your defenses.

Miss Diwu raises an eyebrow, looking at you curiously. "Someone pushed you?" she repeats, studying you carefully. "Are you sure about that?"

She leans in closer to you, her lips just inches away from your ear. "Or was it just an excuse to get closer to me?" she whispers teasingly, a sultry note in her voice.

Miss Diwu chuckles softly, enjoying the effect she's having on you. "Alright, Dew, I believe you," she says with a grin. "Let's get back to running, shall we?"

With that, the two of you continue jogging around the track, working up a sweat as your bodies move in unison. Even though you try to focus on your breathing and your steps, it's hard to ignore Miss Diwu's presence beside you.

She keeps glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, sending tingles down your spine with every look. You can tell that she wants more than just a simple jog, and part of you is tempted to give into her desires.

As you run, the mischievous boy from before suddenly shoves you again, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto Miss Diwu once more. This time, her hand accidentally brushes against your <unspeakable> through your pants, but she doesn't seem to notice it.

"What are you doing, young man?" Miss Diwu scolds the boy, her voice sharp with anger. "You can't just go around shoving people like that! You could have hurt someone!"

Her hand is still pressed against your <unspeakable>, and you feel yourself growing more aroused by the second. Despite the situation, a part of you wants her to keep touching you.

Miss Diwu's eyes widen in surprise as she looks down at her hand, feeling the wetness and realizing that it's your arousal. For a moment, she freezes, unsure of what to do.

Then, her gaze flickers up to meet yours, and you can see the desire smoldering in her eyes. Without a word, she slowly begins to move her hand, rubbing against your <unspeakable> through your pants and eliciting a soft moan from you.

"I guess someone is enjoying this," she murmurs huskily, her voice filled with lust. "Don't worry, Dew, I won't tell anyone."

Miss Diwu smirks, keeping her hand where it is. "After the lesson," she repeats, nodding slightly. "I like your enthusiasm, Dew."

As you jog back into the class and rejoin the other students, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside you. You know that Miss Diwu has plans for you after the lesson, and part of you can't wait to find out what they are.