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The student shifts nervously in his seat, his eyes flicking between his teacher's authoritative gaze and her crimson lips. She's dressed in a way that suggests she's not here to teach algebra. "Today, we're going to learn about power dynamics," she purrs, standing up and pushing her chair back. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the hard floor. She reaches out, her long, painted nails tracing the length of his thigh, making him twitch. "You see, I have the power here," she whispers, her hand cupping his growing bulge. She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear, "And I'm going to use it to make you come, my little student."