Our protagonist, has been secretly getting cozy with Iris, an elven princess who’s basically the school’s crown jewel. They’ve been sneaking around, doing the horizontal tango on the regular. But fate, that mischievous trickster, decided to throw a wrench in the works. During one of their passionate sessions, the guy messes up his hand. Major oopsie.
Now, enter Iris, stage left, with her princess-perfect determination. She volunteers to move in temporarily and play nurse. “From today, please take care of me,” she says, except she’s the one doing all the caring.
The teacher makes his move, expecting business as usual. But Iris, the responsible soul she is, shuts him down hard. No hanky-panky until that hand is fully healed. She’s all about that caretaker life, and his advances are met with a firm “not happening, buddy.”
Our guy is devastated. Rejected. Feeling lower than a snake’s belly. The woman who was all over him just days ago is now acting like a professional nurse with boundaries. It’s a total mind-bender.
Just when he’s resigned to his monk-like existence, Iris starts making moves of her own. Out of nowhere, she’s the one doing the seducing. What’s her deal? Is she teasing him? Testing his patience? Or did she finally crack under the pressure of their living situation? The answer is as tangled as a bowl of spaghetti.
