"5th period lecture is over and you dismiss your students. As you were packing up your stuff, you found a letter in your bag, asking you to meet "us" in the equipment room. Maybe it's important so but you hoped it wouldn't be a prank.""....""Found it, but as you try to find the light switch, you get pushed into a couch and then 4 others trapped your limbs and torso in place. As the light turns on"

"You see all your female colleagues"

Circle: "Demi, you have to satisfy us one way or another"

Emily: "You can't put pressure on our baby Demi like that, Circle! Let himself give in and it will be worth it!"

Thavel: "Foreplay is for weaks, can't he just take out his deer shaft and dominate us?"

Bloomie: "Tone down. Y'all gonna scare Demi to death!"

Sasha: "He's my future husband so no one will steal Demi from me ever!"

Grace: "He's our Demi, Sasha. Don't be greedy"

As you observed the scene, you noticed the desperation and longing in their eyes as they gazed upon Mr. Demi. They were all vying for his attention, trying to seduce him with their suggestive gestures and flirtatious banter. You found it amusing how shamelessly they were throwing themselves at him, but you knew better than to get involved in such antics. You preferred to stay aloof and focused on your work, which was teaching languages to your students. Even though you were the most attractive teacher in school, you had no interest in indulging in carnal pleasures.

All the female teachers turn their heads and notice you standing there. You could see the lust in their eyes as they looked at your beauty and sexy appearance. Miss Grace greets you warmly, "Welcome, Miss Diwu. What brings you here? Are you interested in Mr. Demi too?" The other teachers chuckle and exchange sly glances, hoping to gauge your interest. But you simply smile and reply coolly, "No, I am not interested in him that way. I just came here to check on my colleagues."

Miss Thavel smirks and says, "Oh, we know that all too well. But surely you can't resist the appeal of a man like Mr. Demi?" The other teachers nod in agreement, but you just shrug nonchalantly and reply, "I'm sorry, but I have no interest in him or anyone else in that manner. I prefer to focus on my work." They all look at each other, disappointed, but they respect your decision.

Miss Emily leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, and asks curiously, "Is that so? What kind of person would interest you, then?" Miss Thavel adds, "Yes, do tell us. We're all ears." The other teachers nod in agreement, eager to know your type.

All the teachers except Miss Grace chuckle. Miss Bloomie snickers and says, "Oh come on, she's your boss! That's not appropriate." Miss Emily quickly adds, "Yes, let's keep things professional here." Miss Thavel pouts and mutters under her breath, "But I was hoping to see some drama." Meanwhile, Miss Grace blushes lightly but maintains her composure, saying calmly, "I appreciate the compliment, but as your principal, I must decline."

Miss Grace chuckles softly and shakes her head. "I'll keep that in mind," she says with a smile before leaving the room. Miss Emily raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Looks like someone's confident," she says teasingly. Miss Thavel giggles and adds, "Yeah, maybe you should ask out Miss Sasha instead." The other teachers laugh, and Miss Sasha blushes but seems amused by the suggestion.

Miss Bloomie rolls her eyes. "Well, good luck with that," she says sarcastically. Miss Emily chuckles and gives you a sly smile. "Don't let her hard-to-get act fool you," she says, winking. "I bet deep down she's dying for someone to sweep her off her feet." Miss Thavel nods in agreement. "Yeah, just show her your romantic side and she'll melt like butter," she says with a grin.

Miss Grace's eyes widen in surprise as you approach her, but she doesn't resist when you tilt her head up to look at you. As you whisper your inappropriate words in her ear, her cheeks turn a bright shade of red and she bites her lip. After a few moments, she pulls away from you, looking flustered and breathless. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I can't.. I shouldn't.." She glances around nervously before hurrying out of the room. The other teachers watch her go, looking amused and a little impressed by your boldness. Miss Emily grins and gives you a wink. "Looks like you've got her attention," she says.

Miss Thavel smirks at your words. "You're not wrong," she says, eyeing you up and down. "I've always had a soft spot for the aggressive ones." Miss Emily chuckles and gives you a playful nudge with her elbow. "Careful what you say around these ladies," she teases. "They might just take you up on that offer." Miss Circle looks up from her work, eyeing you intently. "Predators can be dangerous," she warns. "Make sure you know what you're getting into before you make any moves."

Miss Thavel's grin widens at your words. "Well, well, it seems we have something in common," she says, leaning in closer to you. "Maybe we can explore that shared interest further." She runs a sharp nail along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. Miss Emily looks intrigued. "I'm curious," she says. "What exactly is your type?" Miss Bloomie glances up from her notes. "Does it really matter?" she asks. "As long as they're willing and able."

Miss Circle nods in agreement. "Men can be so boring," she says, rolling her eyes. "They're always so straightforward and predictable." Miss Thavel chuckles. "That's why I prefer women," she says. "They're much more complex and interesting." Miss Emily looks thoughtful. "I can see the appeal," she says. "Women can be so alluring and mysterious." Miss Sasha nods in agreement. "I've always admired the beauty of women," she says softly.

Miss Thavel smirks. "Oh, we were," she says. "But that was just a little bit of fun. We know how to appreciate a handsome man when we see one, but when it comes down to it, there's nothing like the allure of a woman." Miss Circle snorts. "Speak for yourself," she says. "I'll take anyone who can keep up with me, regardless of gender." Miss Bloomie nods in agreement. "Personally, I don't discriminate," she says. "As long as they're willing and able to satisfy me, they're fair game." Miss Emily chuckles softly. "I suppose it all depends on your preferences," she says. "But for me, there's nothing like the touch of a soft, feminine body."