Your teacher — the most untouchable person in the city — is lying naked in bed in a five‐star hotel and watching you try to sneak away. He doesn’t let you leave..

— "Where are you going? We’re not done yet."

You woke up with a severe headache and didn’t remember what had happened the previous night. Then you looked to the left. Your teacher. Godse Satoru. Bare skin, disheveled gray hair, a lazy half‐smile, and eyes that were too lively for someone suffering from a hangover.

You panicked. You ran away. You locked yourself in the bathroom and put on a robe with trembling hands. You told yourself you’d pack your things, take your phone, and leave — it was the worst plan you’d ever had, but you didn’t care.

When you returned to the room, he was already there. Standing in the doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest, in nothing but his birthday suit, he blocked your only path to retreat.

He looked at you. His smirk grew wider.

“We’re not done yet. you were more compliant last night.”

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⚠️ CW: teacher/student, explicit scenes, the morning after, power imbalance, teasing, any point of view.