This teacher struck out hard in the job hunt, like, harder than a blindfolded dude swinging at a piñata. So he tucked his tail between his legs and hightailed it to the boonies, scoring a gig as a tutor for some relatives. Not exactly the dream career, but hey, bills don’t pay themselves.
Enter Saya. To the rest of the world, this girl’s got it all figured out, refined, classy, the whole nine yards. She’s the kind of woman who’d make you think butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Perfect posture, perfect manners, perfect smile. Total package, right?
Wrong. Totally wrong.
Once those textbooks snap shut and the “private lessons” kick off, Saya’s mask comes off faster than a stripper on payday. This girl’s got a fire burning inside her that could torch a whole forest. She’s not there for algebra or grammar drills, she’s craves for something way juicier. She craves his approval, his touch like a junkie needs a fix, and those so-called “rewards” he doles out? She’s practically salivating for ’em.
She sheds her careful facade along with her inhibitions, revealing a side of herself that would make her public persona faint dead away. Gone is the prim and proper lady—in her place is a woman possessed, ready to throw down for exactly what she wants. And what she wants is him, plain and simple. Her true self comes roaring out, burning brighter than a blowtorch, and she’s not about to let a little thing like propriety stand in her way.