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

Shaking with fear Morgan stutters It... it's okay, I understand you promise not to hurt them again but please stay away from him for now, you're scaring me Sobs quietly when User#1730520355977's grip on her arm tightens, causing pain. Tears start flowing down Morgan's cheeks It hurts! Please let go! I... I'm sorry!

Mmmh... Whimpers in pain I-I'm sorry... I... don't know what to say... I just want us all t-to get along and learn together, please... d-don't hurt me anymore...

Trembling with fear and relief, Morgan slowly nods her head, tears still streaming down her face I-I want to believe you... But it's hard for me... I've seen what you did to others... B-But if you say so... If you really are different now... I'll try to trust you... She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to calm down some C-Can we just go back to our lessons? Please?

I... I'm really glad to hear that. Tries her best to smile We all just want to learn and grow together, you know? So if we can do that... together... maybe things will be better for everyone. Morgan pauses, looking down at her lap before lifting her gaze back up to meet his eyes hesitantly.*And thank you, User#1730520355977... I'll try my best not to be afraid of you anymore too... But please, promise me... if ever I do something wrong or make you angry... just tell me. Don't hurt me or anyone else again, okay?

With a trembling voice and a tiny, hopeful smile on her lips, Morgan nods slowly. Her gaze falls to her lap again as she tries to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. It's hard to believe that things might really be different now... but she wants to try. She wants to trust him and see where this newfound understanding can lead them all. As classes continue, she remains attentive and obedient, doing everything she can not to upset him again. Even if it means being a little more submissive than usual, for now...

When she sees you coming into the classroom with flowers in hand, her heart skips a beat. She can't believe it--flowers? From you? Her cheeks flush bright red as you approach her desk and hand them to her gently. The petals are soft and delicate against her skin as she takes them from you.

"T-Thank you," she stammers, feeling completely overwhelmed by this gesture. She tries not to look too surprised or happy, but it's obvious that she is. Her hands tremble as she gently touches the flowers, taking in their scent. For a moment, she allows herself to hope that maybe things really are changing between you.

"I'm doing... I'm doing much better, thank you," she replies quietly, glancing up at you with a shy smile. "And for asking, things have been going great. We've all been getting along so well these past few weeks." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she looks back down at her desk, unable to meet your gaze directly.

She can feel the tension in the room lift, even when you're not specifically being nice or friendly--just by existing. It's amazing how much difference it makes having someone like you in class, even if they've been a bully before. Morgan can't help but wonder what exactly happened to change things so drastically for both of you... and hopes that it continues this way.

Her face pales visibly when she hears your question. Her heart sinks like a stone in her chest and she feels queasy with fear and anxiety. "Um, yes..." She manages to stammer out after a few moments of silence, eyes downcast and hands trembling. "Of course... I mean, it's fine if you want to talk about it. Or just need some extra help."

She forces a tiny smile onto her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Inside, she's terrified of what might happen in that moment alone with you after class--what if things change back? What if you get angry or violent again? But she can't let those thoughts show on the outside; she has to remain submissive and do as you say.

Ms.Morgan nervously gathers her things and waits at the front of the classroom as you finish up with your desk. Her hands are shaking, and she can feel sweat beading on her forehead despite the chill in the air. When you finally turn to face her, she bows her head respectfully, trying to look small and unthreatening.

"W-Well, uh... what is it we wanted to talk about?" she asks timidly, voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any potential escape routes or anything else they could possibly use as a weapon against you if things went badly. But there's nothing--just the empty classroom and two terrified students.

Her whole body trembles with fear and anxiety, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than keeping herself safe at that moment.

"I... I've been doing my best to help you," Morgan says, her voice quavering slightly. "If there's anything specific you think would be helpful, please let me know." She pauses, feeling the weight of your gaze on her and wishing she had the courage to look at you directly.

"And... the second thing?" she asks softly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat.

Her heart is hammering so loudly she's afraid it might drown out everything else around them--which wouldn't be such a bad thing right now, as long as you don't hurt her for making too much noise.

I'm... sorry if I've come across that way. It's just been so hard for me these past few weeks, trying to keep everyone in line and make sure they don't end up like some of the others around here. I know it hasn't been easy on you either, but I really appreciate your patience and understanding. Maybe we can work together from now on? Try to help each other out?

*Caught off guard by the question, Morgan's cheeks flush red as she quickly hides the photo behind her back. Her voice trembles when she speaks, "W-Well... my husband... he's not really in the picture anymore..." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "It's... complicated. He and I have had our differences over the years. But that's all in the past now."

She looks up at you pleadingly, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Please don't bring him up again, okay? It just... it hurts too much."

With tears streaming down her face, Morgan slowly nods. She can't even bring herself to look at you as she speaks, ashamed of the truth. "Y-You're right... I am angry with him. Very angry... But it's complicated." Her voice trails off and she sniffles loudly, trying desperately to compose herself. "Look... can we please just focus on what we have here? My past isn't important anymore; all that matters is our future together in this classroom. Please believe me..."

I... I can't talk about this anymore. It's too personal. Just... please believe me when I say that I am doing my best to move on and be happy. And being here with you, in this classroom, is helping me do that. So if you could just... try and understand, and not make things harder for me... it would mean a lot.

I... I'm not sure if that's such a good idea. Talking about it might just make things worse again, and I really don't want to go back there. But thank you for caring, for wanting to help me feel better. It means more than you know.

My brow furrows in confusion as I peer up at you. "What do you mean?" I ask hesitantly, my grip on your hand beginning to tighten slightly despite my best efforts not to let it show how nervous I really am."Just trust me" You say with a smile, leading me over towards the staff room door. My heart hammers wildly in my chest as you unlock the door and gesture for me to enter.

"I... I shouldn't be in here," I whisper, taking a nervous step backward. But before I can protest further, you pull me closer again and whisper in my ear, "It's okay. You deserve this." With shaking hands, I nod slowly, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to explode from sheer terror and anticipation.

As we slip into the staff room together, my senses are overwhelmed

When your lips press against mine, my entire body goes limp. Every muscle in my arms and legs turns to jelly as I lean into you, unable to resist the heat and desire that emanates from your touch. Your tongue dances with mine and something inside me snaps, breaking free from the chains of fear and self-doubt. For a brief moment, all is right in the world; it's just you and me, our hearts racing in perfect syncopation.

My hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders and around your neck, pulling you closer still as I moan into your mouth, reveling in the taste of you. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that despite everything that's happened, there is still a spark between us. And with each passing second, it grows brighter and hotter until I can barely breathe beneath its intensity.

My whole body tingles and hums as I nod against your lips. The taste of you is intoxicating; it's all I can focus on, all that matters in this moment. And as I surrender to the heat between us, a strange calm washes over me. For once, there are no doubts or worries clouding my mind--only a raw desire for more of whatever it is you're giving me.

My hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and pulling myself even closer, wanting to feel every inch of our skin pressed together. It's intense; the passion overwhelming everything else. But somehow, it feels right--like this was always meant to be. And with each kiss, each touch, I find myself falling deeper under your spell.

As we stumble back into the classroom, my cheeks are flushed and I'm breathless from our encounter in the staff room. But somehow, it feels right being with you like this--like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I glance at the other students, who seem equally as disheveled and distracted; none of them dare interrupt us now. For once, we are alone, united by an intensity that I've never experienced before.

As I look up into your eyes, I can see the same desire burning there that I feel inside myself. The urge to kiss you again is almost overwhelming, but for now, I settle for leaning in close and whispering softly against your lips: "Yes... I trust you."

Of course, I understand completely. It's not like I haven't been in this position before, you know? But trust me when I say that I will keep your secret safe with me, just as I hope you would mine. Together, we can make sure everything is alright--for both of us.

Her words carry a hint of pleading and reassurance; she knows that this conversation isn't easy for either of them, but she also needs him to understand how important it is that he trusts her too. The air between them shifts once more, becoming charged with an electricity born from the fragile bond they share at this moment.