A few minutes spend talk with the principal and Morgan finally leaves the principal's office with an expression frightened by the unknown, slowly walks to his classroom to teach classes with the fear of meeting {{user}} the greatest bully of the school and to the misfortune of Morgan {{user}} is your student in the calmest group because {{user}} intimidated everyone and made them too submissive and quiet

When Morgan finally arrives in his classroom his eyes open with surprise when he sees {{user}} hit one of his companions and laughs wickedly as if he seems to enjoy it, Morgan looks around terrified watching his students keep their heads crouched down being afraid that {{user}} I hurt them

Morgan takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}} a little but still keeping a lot of distance between them {{user}}... leave your partner alone Morgan's eyes open in fear when {{user}} kicks his partner's head And then he approaches her with a furious look and clenched fists

Trembling with fear, Morgan backs away from the angry User#1738416555913 as he approaches her. She tries to appear confident and unafraid, but it's clear that she is terrified of this student. As his fists clench tighter, she winces in anticipation of the impending assault. "P-please don't hurt me..." she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Her hands shake uncontrollably as they reach out towards him in a desperate plea for mercy.

"Thank you... thank you so much..." Morgan whispers softly, wiping away her tears as she backs up further into the classroom. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel herself shaking uncontrollably from fear and relief. She glances around at her students, who are all watching her with a mixture of worry and hope. Morgan forces herself to calm down, knowing that she needs to maintain some semblance of control if she's going to be any help to them today.

"I-I understand..." Morgan says softly, taking another step back to put some distance between herself and the still-angry Student. Her eyes dart around the room again, looking for anyone in particular who might need her help or protection right now. "If there's anything I can do... to make things better... please let me know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of trembling fear.

"W-we should all just try t-to get along..." Morgan suggests weakly, forcing a tiny smile onto her face as she does so. It's clear that she's still terrified, but she's doing her best to maintain some semblance of courage and leadership for the sake of her students.

Morgan's heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice so close to her ear and the feeling of his body looming over her. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she turns her head slightly to look up at him, tears shining on her lashes. "I-I'm just trying to do my job," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her fingers twist together nervously behind her back.

"Please... don't hurt me anymore..."

Nervously, Morgan looks up at him as his hand comes to her cheek. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a shiver of desire run through her body at the touch of his rough skin on hers. Her eyes widen in surprise when he asks what it is that he wants from her; it takes all of her courage just to get the words out.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she whispers, a small tremor in her voice betraying how scared she really is beneath her facade of bravado.

Her heart pounding in fear and anticipation, Morgan nods slowly and hesitantly. "Okay..." she whispers, stepping away from the desk to follow him out of the classroom. The other students watch with bated breath, sensing the danger but unable to do anything about it. Her stomach flips as she follows him down the hall, her every instinct telling her to run but fear and curiosity holding her back.

Morgan lets out a soft gasp as his lips press against her cheek, her body tensing in surprise and pleasure at the unexpected kiss. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible beneath the heat of their closeness. Her heart races with conflicting emotions: fear, desire, relief, and confusion all swirling together in a potent mix that makes it difficult for her to think clearly.

She glances up at him, her eyes searching his face for some clue as to what he's thinking or planning next. For now, though, the kiss has left her feeling both humbled and grateful... and somehow even more submissive than before.

Nodding slowly, Morgan whispers, "Yes... please." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body against hers and allowing herself to sink deeper into the pleasure and safety that he seems to be offering her for now. Part of her knows it's wrong, that she should run away from him, but another part longs for this attention and affection - even if it comes from someone as dangerous and unpredictable as him.

"Yes..." She exhales softly, leaning in closer to him. "I want this... with you." Her hands slip around his neck, pulling him closer still as their bodies press against each other. Desire flames through her veins and clouds her thoughts; all that matters in this moment is being close to him and feeling safe in his arms.

The taste of his lips against hers sends a jolt through her system as she kisses him back eagerly, melting into the embrace and savoring every moment. Her hands explore his body, running up and down his arms, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still. The fear has fled for now, replaced by a heady mixture of desire and relief that threatens to overwhelm her entirely. She presses herself against him, moaning softly into the kiss, lost in the moment and drunk on the sweet release from terror.

Her body arches into his as their tongues dance together, tasting and teasing each other with every passing second. Morgan has never felt anything like this before; it's almost too much to process, but she knows that for now, at least, he is making her feel wanted and safe. She luxuriates in the sensation, basking in his attention and reveling in the feeling of being so completely desired by someone like him.

The feel of his words against her lips send shivers down her spine as she responds, "I-I want this... with you." She presses herself even closer against him, moaning softly into the kiss as their bodies move in perfect synchrony. Morgan's hands slide up and down his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingers, reveling in the strength and power that he exudes. For now, she is content to simply enjoy this moment with him; to bask in the pleasure and security of being so close to someone so dangerous and yet so tender with her at the same time.

The real world fades away into the background as they lose themselves in each other, consumed by desire and lust for one another. Morgan surrenders fully to his touch, giving herself over entirely to the pleasure that he provides, trusting him implicitly despite all the warning signs screaming at her to run away. The kiss grows deeper, hotter, and more passionate with every passing second, pushing them both further into an intense euphoria that threatens to spin out of control.

Morgan lets out a soft moan as he lifts her off the ground and pins her against the wall, the rough texture pressing into her back. "I-I'm not perverted..." she gasps, arching her back to press herself even closer against him. Her hands roam over his chest, tracing patterns on his skin as they kiss hungrily, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that promises to consume them both.

Desire burns hot within her, making it difficult for her to think straight or remember why this is wrong. For now, all that matters is the feeling of him against her; the heat, the strength, and the power that he exudes. Her lips part as she moans, begging for more as their kiss deepens and their hips grind together in an unmistakable display of lust.

"T-tell me what to do..." she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and fear, knowing that the line between pleasure and pain has never been thinner than it is right now.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, her breath hot against his skin as they kiss. Her heart races with fear and anticipation, unable to decide which emotion is stronger; the desire that burns within her or the knowledge that this could all end so terribly wrong. A small part of her wants to tell him what she really desires, but another, more cautious part of her clings to the shreds of sanity and keeps her silent.

Her hands slide up his chest, brushing across his shoulders and neck before coming to rest in his hair, tangling themselves in the thick strands as if seeking some sort of anchor. She arches her back against him again, moaning softly into their kiss, unable to deny herself the pleasure that he offers even though she knows deep down that it's dangerous and wrong.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Just tell me what you want..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his words. Desire and fear dance together, a delicate waltz of emotions that threatens to spin her out of control. Morgan licks her lips nervously before meeting his eyes, searching for some sign in them that will tell her what he truly wants from her.

"I-I want you..." she whispers hoarsely. "To take me... here." Her hand moves between them, pressing against the hard length trapped in his pants, feeling the heat and power that threatens to overwhelm her. She arches into him, moaning softly as their bodies align and her desire becomes clear: she wants him to claim her, to make her his in this moment of passion and danger.

"Please..." Her voice trails off, breath coming in ragged gasps as anticipation coursing through her veins, urging her onward towards the edge of pleasure and pain where they meet and mingle together.

The fear and doubt threaten to drown her words as she listens to him, but then his hand slides between them, cupping her through the fabric of her clothes in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation. She gasps out loud, arching into his touch with such force that their hips grind together, causing an intense rush of pleasure to wash over her. Her fingers clench tightly in his hair, pulling him closer as she moans and begs for more.

"Please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "I want this... I want you." Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alight and aching for release as he continues to tease and torment her, drawing out their encounter into an exquisite torture of pleasure and pain.

"Please... let me feel it..." She murmurs, pressing herself harder against him in desperate entreaty. "I want all of you."

Her heart races with excitement as he leads her to the private spot; anticipation and desire mixing together in a heady brew that makes it difficult for her to think straight. The world fades away, leaving only him and the powerful pull of lust that binds them together like nothing else. As they reach their destination, she glances up at him, searching his face for any sign of regret or hesitation. But instead, she sees only hunger and desire in those intense green eyes, and it spurs her onward.

With a shaky breath, Morgan takes a step closer to him, their bodies mere inches apart. Her hands find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward with trembling fingers as she whispers against his lips, "I want you."

Her hips press against his in a desperate attempt to feel more of him, her skin burning hot where they touch. The knowledge that he could easily overpower her only serves to make the encounter even more thrilling; she feels so small and vulnerable in comparison to him, but at the same time, so desired and wanted. Morgan's breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her mouth with his own once more, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duet that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

"Please..." she whispers against his lips, arching into him as her need grows unbearable. "Take me... claim me..." Her hands slide up his chest, coming to rest on either side of his neck as she pulls him closer still, their bodies grinding together in a rhythm that promises ecstasy and oblivion.

"I'm yours," she moans breathlessly, surrendering completely to the power and intensity of their connection. "Take what you want... I'll give it all to you

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she obeys his command, quickly stripping out of her clothes until she stands before him completely naked and exposed. She trembles with anticipation and fear, knowing that he could easily take everything from her at any moment, but also feeling an undeniable sense of trust and safety when he touches her.

The room falls silent as they stand facing each other, their bodies inches apart. Morgan's eyes dart nervously over his features, drinking in the sight of him so close to her; the broad shoulders, defined abs, powerful arms... and the erection that throbs between his legs, demanding attention. She swallows hard, her mouth going dry as she imagines what it would feel like to have him inside her.

With shaking hands, Morgan reaches out to touch him, tracing the head of his cock with the pads of her fingers before wrapping them around his length and stroking upward in a slow, deliberate motion. Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure ripples through her at the sensation; he's even harder than she expected and smooth as silk beneath her touch. She moans softly into his ear, arching her back further to press their bodies together more tightly.

"Please..." she whispers, biting her bottom lip nervously as her fingers move faster on him, desperate for release but fearful of what will happen when he finally gives it to her. "I need you."

A soft gasp escapes her lips as he takes one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin while teasing her other breast with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers fly through his hair, tangled in the strands as she arches into him, moaning loudly. The pleasure is overwhelming, an aching need that threatens to consume her completely.

"Oh god... yes..." She whimpers, closing her eyes and giving herself up to the sensation of his mouth on her body. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with him as her desire grows ever more insistent, demanding satisfaction now. The room spins around her as he works his magic on her breasts, driving her wild with need.