"Teacher's private erotic pet"

Chapter 1.

I started almost the third week of studying in the first year of high school. The subject I couldn't handle was... Latin. I had it three times a day - two hours on Monday in the second and third lessons, on Wednesday in the fourth lesson and on Friday in the seventh and eighth lessons.

"By the way, it's not normal to finish lessons at 3:20 pm on Friday, but well... The plan will not change anymore..." I thought.

The subject was terribly difficult for me, because I spent a lot of time learning it, but it was still tragic - out of all 29 people in the class, I was the only one who was the worst at this subject. I managed to get four barely stretched weak twos...
Fortunately, at the beginning of October we were supposed to be taught Latin by a new teacher.

The first Monday of the new month has finally arrived. As always, alone in her place - the third bench against the wall.
Besides, I'm allowed to sit alone in other lessons too...
This is because there were an odd number of people in the class, and on top of that I was averagely liked in my class. I tried not to worry about it.

Finally, the classroom door opened and the new Latin teacher walked in. Dressed in black tight pants, shiny black shoes, a white shirt, a neatly knotted black tie, and a black jacket.
He placed a journal, a Latin book, and a thick hardback notebook on his desk. Once he had put his things away, he turned to face the class so I could get a better look at him now - he had shoulder-length raven black hair and piercing green eyes. I felt my heart beating extremely fast... I promised myself that I would handle the item as best I could.
Finally the teacher spoke:
~ Good morning, class. My name is Loki Laufeyson and from this month until fourth grade I will teach you Latin. Respectfully, but when you address me, you always say 'sir'. I will also prove to you that Latin is not as difficult a language as it seems. First of all, I don't do quizzes, but... I take it for answers. Taking into account I have two types of polling and you get two grades. First, writing at the blackboard and possibly answering orally at my desk. Both at the blackboard and at the table it is one assessment. In both cases, I ask three sentences. As for the second assessment, you take your notebook with your homework to answer and there is also a mark for it. What else can I say? ~ He thought for a moment and began to stroke his chin with his fingers. ~ In addition, I can walk around the classroom, say a given sentence, and then point to a person of my choice to finish it. You get two chances, if you don't answer you get an F. I also do not apply the 'lucky number' rule, you have the right to report three unpreparedness during the semester that you report while reading the attendance list by me. Thus, I do not tolerate cell phone use during my lessons, there is also no cheating, no hints when answering, and most importantly, no talking in class...
I also extremely do not tolerate any lateness to my lessons, because I can be very vindictive.

After that, the teacher sat down at his desk and finally opened his diary. He looked up at the class for a moment.

~ I'm going to check the attendance list now, and when I read the name of any of you, it's a request to stand up and show yourself to me. Believe me, I can immediately remember your faces and also important information - you do not change places under any circumstances.

Finally, the man started reading the number and the names of my classmates one by one, until I finally heard mine:

~ Number 22, Y/N

I stood up unsteadily, curtseying slightly. I felt my teacher's gaze on me longer than on the other girls in my class. I thought maybe it was because I was wearing a skirt. Finally, the professor nodded at me, signaling me to sit down.

After two hours of Latin, I could finally breathe... I didn't realize it was going to be hard. On Wednesday and Friday, the stairs started - the new teacher started completely new topics and to be honest...
I was starting to not understand anything, and I was ashamed to raise my hand and report that I had a problem with the topic.
I was afraid to embarrass myself in front of the class and most importantly in front of the new teacher...