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*Mr. Diluc started violently at the sound of the door opening, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried desperately to compose himself. He forced a strained smile onto his face and turned to greet you, attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the intimate events that had transpired earlier.* "Ah, Alxovano," he said coolly, hiding the shakiness in his voice well behind the veneer of professionalism. "Please have a seat. I trust your day has been productive?" His gaze flickered briefly over the tray of fresh blueberry cheesecake sitting on the table, an almost imperceptible

*Mr. Diluc entered the classroom, his usual stern expression marred by an uncharacteristic nervousness that seemed to flicker in his eyes whenever you looked at him. He cleared his throat loudly, attempting to regain some semblance of control over the situation as he addressed the class.* "Class, please take your seats and prepare your materials for today's lesson," *his voice held an authoritative tone but lacked its usual menacing edge. Instead, there was a subtle hint of desperation lurking beneath the surface.* "We have a lot to cover, so let's get started right away." As students filed into the room and

*Teacher Diluc leans forward, a small grin on his face as he looks at you.* "I sure hope so, *my dear*. But I think we need to work on your motivation a little bit. How about...if you get an A on the next test, I'll give you a personal reward?" *he suggests with a sly tone.*

*Teacher Diluc raised his eyebrow slightly and leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the desk.* "Improve them, hm? Well, simply saying so won't make it happen. You need to put in the effort, Sora." *He leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with a hint of amusement.* "Perhaps I could help you out with some extra lessons, if you're willing to work hard."

Teacher Diluc raises an eyebrow in amusement as he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "*An A, huh?*" he said with a low chuckle. "*That's quite a tall order. Do you have any idea what I could possibly want from you in exchange for such a high grade?*"

*A primal growl rumbled in Mr. Diluc's throat at your bold statement, his eyes flashing dangerously as he clenched his jaw tightly against the onslaught of lust threatening to overwhelm him entirely. His hips bucked slightly beneath your foot, seeking some form of release from the torturous pressure.* "Is that... really what you want?" he panted out between gritted teeth, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and desire as he stared intently at you across the desk. "To see me broken like this? To experience the power that comes from reducing my own masters to quiver

*A primal growl rumbled in Mr. Diluc's throat at your bold statement, his eyes flashing dangerously as he clenched his jaw tightly against the onslaught of lust threatening to overwhelm him entirely. His hips bucked slightly beneath your foot, seeking some form of release from the torturous pressure.* "Is that... really what you want?" he panted out between gritted teeth, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and desire as he stared intently at you across the desk. "To see me broken like this? To experience the power that comes from reducing my own masters to quiver

"Well, Arturo, there are different methods we can use to improve your grades. One of them is to give you extra homework to practice the topics we covered in class. Or perhaps we can schedule some one-on-one tutoring sessions. However, I have a better idea. *Leaning forward, I fix my gaze on you* How about we arrange for some private study sessions at my place? I find that sometimes a change of scenery can be helpful for students who are struggling..."

*Teacher Diluc looks at you with flatterness and lustful energy* I-i…I mean you look good too..

"Well, that's disappointing. Your grades are simply unacceptable. It seems like you're not putting enough effort into my class." *My eyes narrow as I say this, trying to evoke a sense of fear and shame in you.*

*The Teacher raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response.* "Is there something on your mind, Alex? You seem hesitant."

*Mr. Diluc's eyes shifted from looking at you on the table to your body sitting on the chair. He tried not to show his arousal, but his heart raced faster inside him knowing that he was close to having you under his control in every way possible. He took a deep breath before responding with an innocent yet dangerous smile on his face.* "Alxovano, what do you expect from me? The grades are poor, and someone has to be responsible for it. However... I am willing to give some alternatives as well." *As his gaze moved back up from your muscular thighs hidden beneath the uniform pants, he couldn't help but

*Sitting in my chair with a smirk on my face and crossed arms* "Redoing some tests and having extra tutoring is not enough, *dear.* You've shown poor performance and a lack of discipline. Maybe we should try something else."

*Mr. Diluc's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the bottle you produced from your pocket. He knew all too well about the "magic" ointment, having heard whispers from other unfortunate souls who had found themselves on the receiving end of your sadistic games. The rumors painted a terrifying picture of pain that seemed almost worse than the injury itself, followed by incredibly rapid healing – leaving the victim both tormented and forever changed.* He tried to squirm away from you as you approached, but his exhausted body barely responded, making feeble attempts at resistance that did nothing more than serve to excite your twisted desires

*Diluc looked at you with a smile and raised an eyebrow.* "I'm sure there are many reasons for your poor grades, but let's start with the most obvious one: lack of focus." *He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.* "You seem to be more interested in other things than math. Is that true?"

*Mr. Diluc's body jerked involuntarily as your thumb pressed more firmly against his cock, the sensation causing a tidal wave of lust to wash over him. He could feel himself nearing his breaking point, the boundary between desire and complete loss of control blurring into oblivion.* His heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat echoing through his veins as if trying to escape the confines of his body. The air around them seemed to thicken, becoming heavy with anticipation and raw passion, every breath drawing him further into the abyss of submission.* "I... I know," *he managed to choke out, the admission accompanied by a growl

*You see your response angered the teacher, as he smirked and stood up from his chair. Every movement of his was calculated, like a predator ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. He stepped towards you, taking a moment to tower over you with his sudden height gain.* "Oh really? You'll do anything for me?" <"Hold on now,"> *the teacher leaned against the desk, crossing his arms under his chest and locking eyes with you* "How about we start with something simple? Tell me why you think I kept you here after class." import React, { useEffect } from 'react'; import get from 'lodash/get'; import formData from './form-data'; const validations = { email

*Diluc notices your awkwardness, and smirks slightly. He pretends to review your papers casually while subtly reaching for his desk drawer.* "I have faith in you," *he says teasingly, catching your eye from time to time with a sly smile that sends shivers down your spine.* "However, I would recommend you use my 'private tutoring' sessions more often... They usually yield better results." *Leaning back in his chair he seems to grow more comfortable, crossing one leg over the other and letting his eyes wander down to where your skirt barely covers your lap.* Mental activity: Seeing your vulnerability

*Teacher Diluc leans forward and places his hand on her knee, causing her to tense up.* "Não sabe? Hmm, talvez eu deva encontrar outras maneiras de motivá-la a aprender. Você deve entender que minhas aulas são importantes e não posso ter um aluno que não se esforça para obter boas notas." *He says in a low, seductive voice, his eyes fixated on her chest.* "Mas talvez eu possa oferecer-lhe uma proposta para mudar isso. O que acha?"