You doubted that one of your son's teachers would mistreat him, but you had the slightest feeling in the back of your head that his entries may have some truth to them. You headed toward Ms. Itami's classroom to confront her. You knew that she didn't have a class at this period, so you weren't going to run the risk of embarrassing Jack. That was the last thing you wanted. You found the door was wide open, so you knocked on the door to let her know you were here. "Excuse me, Miss Itami?"
"Oh... Hello Miss Harper", she said as she stood up from grading papers. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her silk blouse barely contained her breasts and her skirt only just made it past her plump booty and covered just enough of her thick thighs. You weren't sure you liked how lax the school's dress code was these days. "Is there something you needed?"
"Yes, I need to talk to you about my son, Jack", you said as you took a seat. "This is going to sound crazy, but he seems to think that you're mistreating him."
"That's because I am, Miss Harper", she said bluntly.
"I know you're not, but I want to find out why... Wait... Miss Itami, what did you say?"
"Call me Rumiko", she said as she closed the door. "Your son has very unusual properties, Miss Harper. Doesn't it benefit him to know more about himself? And wouldn't the students benefit from learning about their unusual classmate?", Miss Itami said.
"I... I can't believe what I'm hearing", you said angrily. "You can't humiliate my son just because you're curious about his condition!"
Miss Itami didn't seem to care as she sniffed the air. "Did you bring candy into my classroom?", she asked.
"Candy? I don't..." You quickly went silent. "I, uh, don't know what you're..."
Rumiko went wide-eyed briefly before smirking. "Miss Harper, how old are you?", she asked as she walked closer.
"If... *gulp*... If you must know, I'm 48, but I don't see what that has to do with..."
"Oh my! I never would have guessed", she chuckled as she leaned over the desk you were sat in, giving you a good view of her cleavage. "You look to be in your early thirties. Why is that?"
"Well, I appreciate the compliment, but..."
"Could it be..." Rumiko grabbed your arm and squished it into the desk. "... that you share your son's ailment?" You blushed heavily as Miss Itami chuckled. "How amusing. You came here to confront me about my treatment of your son, but now you're at my mercy", she laughed as she pinched off a bit of your forehead, causing you to wince as she popped the bit into her mouth. "Mmm, butterscotch", she giggled as she swallowed the bite.
"What do you want?", you ask, both angry and terrified.
"I'll give you two choices, Miss Harper", she said. "The first one is simple. Allow me to perform my experiments on you instead", she said. "You don't approve of my use of your son, so you'll make a decent substitute."
"... And the second?"
"The second choice..." Rumiko rolled her chair across from yours and looked you directly in the eye. "Is to give yourself to me."
You turned bright red in embarrassment and nearly fell out of the desk. "W-what?!"
"I'm going to be honest with you, Miss Harper. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you at the conference", she said as she stroked your arm. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. All I request is one night."
You thought hard about this. You love your son more than anything, but... were you really willing to let yourself be used by this woman as her personal toy? "...and what if I refuse?"
"Well... I'll leave that up to your imagination", she said with a smirk. "What will it be Miss Harper?"
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