My Wife Is Insane

She's.. HOT!!!!

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"What do you want?" she snarled, not looking up to see who it was when she already knew. "Heard a little birdy or two about your distress state. Want some recommendations?" the girl said, now sitting on the desk in front of her while the teacher was running late. "What recommendations do I really need this time." she sighed, finally looking up from her notebook just to see Beatrice with a sly smirk.   "Oh, you know..." Beatrice leaned in, keeping her distance since the other bites without hesitation, but close enough for her to only hear. "..knocking 'em boots, sex." 

Amelia stared, nothing changed her expression. She's not surprised anymore, everyone was and is having sex everyday, even in the same college you could hear a couple - most likely Boscha, Beatrice's younger sister, making porn videos live in OnlyFans - in the dorms.  What the fuck is OnlyFans anyways? 

When Beatrice could say more; a teacher, or someone, showed up. Other college students took their seats, some on their phones, and yada yada.

But Amelia stared at the new person, who now just sat on the shitty chair and laid her feet onto the desk. Now everyone looking at her. "Oh? You guys done or y'all just gonna undress me with the stares?" She chuckled, not afraid of cracking the inappropriate joke. Many students cackled, some gasping for no reason. What dramatic bitches. "I like her." Beatrice said next to Amelia, who hummed lightly and never leaving her gaze to the new person.

The person, who by now just got up again from her uncomfortable seat, wrote her name down. "I heard you guys pranked one of your professors in here, your principle decided to get my ass here. "

The chalk now flew in the air, catching it with ease and once again in the air. "If no one can read, I'm Noceda. Your dom teach'." Then, a student raised a hand. "Yeah?" "Don't you mean substitute, sub teacher?"

Oh, that sudden smirk rose up when the kid said that. "Oh? No."
Her smirk darkened, the classroom getting hot all of a sudden. "Why would I be?" It was the turn of the student to answer back, but they fumbled with their words. "I- uh, because you're a temp teach..?"

"True, true. To cut you off some slack, though," Noceda paused, her eyes meeting everyone else's as every student got the sudden chills in their backs. It should sound creepy, but... Everyone was allured.

"We're going to have lots of fun this semester."

And so, she didn't lied. Months passed by darn quick.
Everyone who had her class, even though it was a small classroom for arts since there weren't much students who joined until rumors started to spread like wildfire — which was fucking insane and intense — everybody fucking loves Noceda.

No one calls her Miss or any old school shit like that, they call her by her last name like they've known her for years. Though, she did spill some of her backstory as she graduated early and still in her fresh new twenties.
She'd wear her beanie everyday in class and wouldn't give a shit if anyone would put their hoods on or caps. But they still had some ground rules to do, as in some teacher coming in and everyone, including the best dom teach', to work on their assignments.

Noceda would even bring a bat with her, red and used while it being chipped a lot on the sides. No one knows why, until someone asked. "Hey, Noceda? Why do you bring your bat around? And what's with the markings?" A girl, one of Boscha's goons who took this class right after she heard about the teacher, said and awaited.

"It's a special item for me. I've also heard you guys do baseball but I'm feeling lazy." Her feet comfortably sat on the table once again. "Do you do sports? And what kinda?" Same person asked. "I do in fact, just the basic ones. Basketball, football. Who knows, I might be scoring your mom in the game." She winked, people then ooh'ed.