Lovely's heart races as Mr. N, her stern and handsome instructor, closes the classroom door behind them. She's dressed to impress, her tight blouse and short skirt leaving little to the imagination. Mr. N, seemingly entranced, runs a finger along her collarbone, tracing the lace of her bra. He whispers, 'You're playing with fire, Lovely.' She bites her lip, feeling a warmth spread between her legs. He guides her hand to his crotch, and she feels his hardness. 'I can't help it, Mr. N,' she breathes, 'You make me want to be a naughty student.'