stay away from that sick girl

You suddenly felt a burst of moisture on your neck, and when you frowned and looked back, you found that the teacher was supporting you on your shoulders obediently, without any other deviant movements.

You blinked a few times, and the teacher behind you even slightly pushed you twice because you paused for too long, signaling you to focus on the topic.

...Could it be that I was so fascinated by doing the questions myself that I had hallucinations?

You turned around suspiciously, and continued to solve the problem at hand.

But in the next second, I felt the touch of my buttocks.

After experiencing this kind of harassment for a long time, you immediately jumped up, fled to a place three meters away from the teacher, and stared at the teacher.

But he didn't know that your so-called "staring like a tiger" is nothing more than a kitten with its hair blown up in his eyes.

Although I am used to being harassed, there are too few people who dare to attack you at school—the bamboo horse protects you tightly, and his umbrella is not just as simple as an umbrella, but more appropriately, it is a block A solid wall.

As for the wall, whether it is to protect you, or to satisfy his perverted possessive desire, it is impossible to know.

You looked at the man in suit and leather shoes with lingering fear in your heart. Fortunately, you escaped quickly, otherwise, you don't know what you will experience now.

"This is sexual harassment!" you say angrily to the teacher. "This is not what a teacher should do to a student!"

The teacher smiled, and you saw him showing his eight teeth in a standard manner, looking respectful and obedient, but the next moment he took off his glasses, revealing his long-hidden eyes.

These are a pair of... invader's eyes.

You are so familiar with this look.

Another pervert.

You frowned.

"This is...sexual harassment?" The teacher began to roll his sleeves, little by little, as if his slender fingers were implying something, "Then, what student Zhuma did to you, isn't it called sexual harassment?"

"You...!" You were momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

"Where's your brother?" The teacher rolled up his sleeve halfway, exposing his lean upper arm, "Aren't the things your own brother did to you called sexual harassment?"

He actually knew about himself and his brother!

You were in a turmoil, and subconsciously stepped back, just wanting to escape from here, but when you clasped your hand on the doorknob, you discovered something unusual.

...can't buckle down.

He had already locked the door.

You pause at the door, feeling a tall body approaching from behind.The teacher's body is hot, I don't know if it's just like this, or the atmosphere at the moment makes him excited, you can even feel the scorching heat from his crotch, sticking to your body.

"Can't!"

Noticing the disparity in strength between the two, you exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The teacher leaned down, leaned into your ear, and said word by word, "They can, then why can't I?"

"I know I can't compare to them, but..." the teacher forcibly attached your hand to his chest, "I'm better than them, I won't forcibly circle you, I won't be more perverted than them."

"Can you feel it? My heart is beating for you."

It's pretty perverted now! ! !You complained loudly in your heart, but in the next second, your eyes widened.

Your hand suddenly met another strange hand.

You feel a sticky fluid running down your hand.

But your hand was supposed to be on the teacher's chest.

You turn your head carefully, and finally understand what happened at that moment just now.

The position of the teacher's heart, which should have been covered by your hand, now has a big hole.You can even see everything on the opposite side through this hole.

Blood was pouring out of him continuously.

And his heart was being held in the hands of another strange man.

Seeing that you noticed him, the strange man smiled and threw the teacher's heart on the ground.

"Are you worthy of letting him feel your heartbeat?"