+18 Armin Arlert short story .ᐟ
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𓐩 this story contains mature content such as NSFW, religious themes and mention of grooming and sa (not...
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If anyone had pressed their ear against the door of Armin's study room, all that they could have heard were him quickly typing, followed by the press the backspace button for a few seconds, deleting everything he had just written with a tired sigh. He had been sitting on his disk for four hours now, and he was nowhere near finishing the report Father Louis had asked him to do.
It wasn't the first time he had to write a couple of paragraphs detailing the progress a student had made at bible study. He usually focused on the person's commitment: if they arrived on time, if they brought their notebooks and bible to every session and if they participated whenever he asked them questions. His reviews were usually pretty positive and encouraging since he hadn't had any trouble with anyone that had joined his bible study.
That was, of course, until you took his virginity.
That wasn't a problem in itself, he thought. If anything, he couldn't stop thinking about it; your hands holding tightly onto him, your muffled whimpers, your blown-out pupils when you looked at him in the eyes right after were ingrained into his mind and the truth was, he wouldn't have it any other way. He was obsessed with you, with the way the uniform clung to your body, the faint aroma of your perfume that lingered on the air after you had walked away and the way you tapped your fingers on your desk whenever a lesson had become too boring for you.
