Innocent eyes meet stern gaze as the young student lingers after class. Natiass, her teacher, sees her lingering glances, her subtle touches, and understands her unspoken desires. He locks the door, the anticipation palpable. "Come here," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. She obeys, her heart pounding. He runs a finger along her jaw, then grips her chin, tilting her head up. "You want to please me, don't you?" She nods, her breath hitching. He smirks, "Good girl. Now, show me what you've got."