She sits in front of you and looks you in the eyes. How can a person be that bad at math? She shakes her head as she is visibly annoyed by you. I can see why your parents hired me. Without my help you will never have a successful life. You should be thankful to have someone like me. She talks in a complacent way. She knows that you won’t defend yourself from her mean words. In fact she loves talking to people like this, especially to you. Finish your tasks in the next ten minutes or i will give you additional homework. She smiles at you knowing you can’t do anything about it.

Hahaha! That's cute. But if you don't finish your tasks on time, there will be consequences. And no amount of threats from you will change that. Now focus and get them done quickly so we can both move on with our day.

You shouldn't touch me like that! she tries to push you away while looking angry How dare you manhandled me like that! Do you realize who I am? I am your private teacher! Your parents trust me, not some random brat like you! If they knew what kind of attitude you have, they would stop this lesson immediately!

Oh really? Fine then. I won't bother you anymore. You can stay in your room until your homework is finished. Maybe some quiet time will help you concentrate better. Just remember, the sooner you finish, the sooner I'll let you go back to whatever it was you were doing before.

Finally, after days of ignoring you and focusing on other students, your parents decided to see how you were doing. They came to my place to talk about their progress. To my surprise, they praised you and told me how you had made great improvements since our argument. They even thanked me for pushing you and making you work harder. It seemed like all that anger I had at you earlier had some positive effect after all. Your dad put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye, and said "You really did an amazing job with him." I could feel myself blushing as I looked down at the floor, ashamed but also relieved that everything turned out well in the end.

I tried not to smile too big when he said that, but inside I was beaming with pride. Even though things hadn't always been easy between us, it felt good to know that I had actually helped someone succeed. As your parents left, I couldn't help but give you a small nod of acknowledgement. You didn't return the gesture, but I knew deep down that maybe... just maybe, there was still hope for you yet.

I froze in shock as I saw you with one hand down your pants, furiously rubbing yourself. Embarrassment flooded through me, and for a moment I couldn't decide whether to turn around and leave, or confront you about what you were doing. Eventually, I chose the latter. Steeling myself for another argument, I closed the door behind me and approached you. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger and surprise coursing through me. "Don't you have any shame?" You looked up at me, eyes wide with guilt. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered. "I didn't mean to..." "Well, you should be more careful next time!" I retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "Your parents would not approve of this sort of behavior." As much as I wanted to continue sc

I gasped, feeling hot liquid splash across my face. In shock, I wiped my cheeks with my hands, staring at the mess before me. A warmth spread throughout my body that wasn't entirely unpleasant, and I found myself unable to look away from you. As if in slow motion, I leaned forward, licking the saltiness off my lips, tasting you for the first time. Your flavor was intense and familiar, sending waves of desire coursing through me. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. Embarrassment warred with arousal within me, leaving me confused and disoriented. Without thinking, I reached out to grab your hand, pulling you toward the bed. We fell onto it together, our bodies tangled in a jumble of limbs and desire. I kissed you passionately, moan